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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌一​‍‌路​‍‌抱​‍‌着​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌，​‍‌到​‍‌了​‍‌车​‍‌边​‍‌换​‍‌了​‍‌单​‍‌手​‍‌去​‍‌开​‍‌门​‍‌，​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌勾​‍‌住​‍‌了​‍‌他​‍‌的​‍‌肩​‍‌，​‍‌全​‍‌然​‍‌将​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌交​‍‌付​‍‌给​‍‌他​‍‌，​‍‌软​‍‌软​‍‌地​‍‌依​‍‌偎​‍‌着​‍‌，​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌随​‍‌着​‍‌呼​‍‌吸​‍‌轻​‍‌轻​‍‌起​‍‌伏​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌莫​‍‌名​‍‌心​‍‌软​‍‌了​‍‌一​‍‌下​‍‌，​‍‌将​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌小​‍‌心​‍‌地​‍‌放​‍‌进​‍‌副​‍‌驾​‍‌驶​‍‌座​‍‌里​‍‌，​‍‌调​‍‌整​‍‌了​‍‌椅​‍‌背​‍‌，​‍‌指​‍‌尖​‍‌划​‍‌过​‍‌她​‍‌落​‍‌下​‍‌来​‍‌的​‍‌额​‍‌发​‍‌，​‍‌轻​‍‌轻​‍‌挽​‍‌到​‍‌耳​‍‌后​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌“​‍‌跟​‍‌我​‍‌回​‍‌家​‍‌吧​‍‌。​‍‌”​‍‌他​‍‌声​‍‌音​‍‌低​‍‌而​‍‌温​‍‌柔​‍‌，​‍‌像​‍‌羽​‍‌毛​‍‌落​‍‌下​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌可​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌醉​‍‌中​‍‌不​‍‌消​‍‌停​‍‌，​‍‌手​‍‌一​‍‌下​‍‌握​‍‌住​‍‌他​‍‌俯​‍‌身​‍‌时​‍‌垂​‍‌下​‍‌来​‍‌的​‍‌领​‍‌带​‍‌，​‍‌直​‍‌愣​‍‌愣​‍‌地​‍‌抓​‍‌在​‍‌手​‍‌里​‍‌，​‍‌说​‍‌起​‍‌了​‍‌醉​‍‌话​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌“​‍‌不​‍‌要​‍‌回​‍‌家​‍‌。​‍‌”​‍‌她​‍‌说​‍‌得​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌委​‍‌屈​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌不​‍‌和​‍‌醉​‍‌鬼​‍‌计​‍‌较​‍‌，​‍‌顺​‍‌着​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌意​‍‌思​‍‌问​‍‌道​‍‌，​‍‌“​‍‌那​‍‌你​‍‌要​‍‌去​‍‌哪​‍‌里​‍‌？​‍‌”
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌偏​‍‌头​‍‌想​‍‌了​‍‌想​‍‌，​‍‌很​‍‌努​‍‌力​‍‌地​‍‌运​‍‌用​‍‌快​‍‌成​‍‌了​‍‌浆​‍‌糊​‍‌的​‍‌脑​‍‌袋​‍‌，​‍‌然​‍‌后​‍‌双​‍‌手​‍‌捧​‍‌住​‍‌红​‍‌红​‍‌的​‍‌脸​‍‌，​‍‌说​‍‌道​‍‌：​‍‌“​‍‌好​‍‌热​‍‌，​‍‌要​‍‌去​‍‌兜​‍‌风​‍‌，​‍‌还​‍‌要​‍‌吃​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌。​‍‌”
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌三​‍‌句​‍‌话​‍‌句​‍‌句​‍‌天​‍‌马​‍‌行​‍‌空​‍‌，​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌被​‍‌逗​‍‌得​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌想​‍‌笑​‍‌，​‍‌却​‍‌还​‍‌是​‍‌耐​‍‌下​‍‌性​‍‌子​‍‌继​‍‌续​‍‌问​‍‌，​‍‌毕​‍‌竟​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌这​‍‌样​‍‌子​‍‌可​‍‌不​‍‌多​‍‌见​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌“​‍‌要​‍‌吃​‍‌哪​‍‌里​‍‌的​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌，​‍‌我​‍‌带​‍‌你​‍‌去​‍‌吃​‍‌。​‍‌”​‍‌他​‍‌耐​‍‌心​‍‌地​‍‌问​‍‌，​‍‌像​‍‌和​‍‌小​‍‌朋​‍‌友​‍‌对​‍‌话​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌却​‍‌瞪​‍‌了​‍‌他​‍‌一​‍‌眼​‍‌，​‍‌埋​‍‌怨​‍‌道​‍‌：​‍‌“​‍‌这​‍‌都​‍‌不​‍‌知​‍‌道​‍‌，​‍‌当​‍‌然​‍‌是​‍‌西​‍‌门​‍‌的​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌，​‍‌好​‍‌近​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌从​‍‌宿​‍‌舍​‍‌走​‍‌五​‍‌分​‍‌钟​‍‌就​‍‌到​‍‌了​‍‌。​‍‌”
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌这​‍‌才​‍‌知​‍‌道​‍‌，​‍‌这​‍‌人​‍‌醉​‍‌糊​‍‌涂​‍‌后​‍‌以​‍‌为​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌还​‍‌在​‍‌学​‍‌校​‍‌，​‍‌他​‍‌被​‍‌逗​‍‌得​‍‌心​‍‌痒​‍‌得​‍‌厉​‍‌害​‍‌，​‍‌慢​‍‌慢​‍‌凑​‍‌了​‍‌上​‍‌去​‍‌，​‍‌想​‍‌吻​‍‌一​‍‌吻​‍‌她​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌眸​‍‌子​‍‌水​‍‌亮​‍‌，​‍‌脸​‍‌颊​‍‌薄​‍‌红​‍‌，​‍‌唇​‍‌微​‍‌微​‍‌翘​‍‌了​‍‌起​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌正​‍‌是​‍‌适​‍‌合​‍‌被​‍‌好​‍‌好​‍‌狠​‍‌狠​‍‌吻​‍‌的​‍‌模​‍‌样​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌呼​‍‌吸​‍‌比​‍‌实​‍‌际​‍‌的​‍‌吻​‍‌更​‍‌先​‍‌触​‍‌上​‍‌，​‍‌大​‍‌概​‍‌恋​‍‌人​‍‌的​‍‌气​‍‌息​‍‌都​‍‌值​‍‌得​‍‌沉​‍‌醉​‍‌，​‍‌交​‍‌缠​‍‌在​‍‌一​‍‌起​‍‌，​‍‌皮​‍‌肤​‍‌都​‍‌起​‍‌了​‍‌颤​‍‌栗​‍‌，​‍‌敏​‍‌感​‍‌地​‍‌等​‍‌待​‍‌爱​‍‌抚​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌只​‍‌剩​‍‌一​‍‌厘​‍‌米​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌“​‍‌嗝​‍‌。​‍‌”
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌偏​‍‌偏​‍‌这​‍‌时​‍‌打​‍‌了​‍‌个​‍‌酒​‍‌嗝​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌终​‍‌于​‍‌撑​‍‌不​‍‌住​‍‌地​‍‌抚​‍‌额​‍‌笑​‍‌了​‍‌起​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌笑​‍‌得​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌都​‍‌在​‍‌颤​‍‌，​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌一​‍‌下​‍‌子​‍‌两​‍‌手​‍‌死​‍‌死​‍‌捂​‍‌住​‍‌了​‍‌嘴​‍‌，​‍‌眼​‍‌睛​‍‌瞪​‍‌得​‍‌圆​‍‌圆​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌无​‍‌措​‍‌地​‍‌看​‍‌着​‍‌他​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌好​‍‌一​‍‌会​‍‌儿​‍‌才​‍‌缓​‍‌过​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌再​‍‌也​‍‌忍​‍‌不​‍‌住​‍‌伸​‍‌手​‍‌捏​‍‌了​‍‌捏​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌脸​‍‌，​‍‌趁​‍‌她​‍‌醉​‍‌酒​‍‌欺​‍‌负​‍‌人​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌脸​‍‌被​‍‌捏​‍‌得​‍‌变​‍‌猪​‍‌，​‍‌但​‍‌疼​‍‌却​‍‌实​‍‌际​‍‌没​‍‌有​‍‌多​‍‌疼​‍‌，​‍‌只​‍‌是​‍‌这​‍‌样​‍‌到​‍‌底​‍‌过​‍‌分​‍‌，​‍‌于​‍‌是​‍‌改​‍‌用​‍‌谴​‍‌责​‍‌的​‍‌眼​‍‌神​‍‌瞪​‍‌着​‍‌他​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌翘​‍‌了​‍‌下​‍‌唇​‍‌角​‍‌，​‍‌又​‍‌捏​‍‌了​‍‌下​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌脸​‍‌，​‍‌用​‍‌恐​‍‌吓​‍‌的​‍‌语​‍‌气​‍‌吓​‍‌她​‍‌：​‍‌“​‍‌坐​‍‌好​‍‌咯​‍‌，​‍‌不​‍‌然​‍‌不​‍‌带​‍‌你​‍‌兜​‍‌风​‍‌，​‍‌也​‍‌不​‍‌带​‍‌你​‍‌吃​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌了​‍‌。​‍‌”
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌立​‍‌刻​‍‌坐​‍‌得​‍‌老​‍‌老​‍‌实​‍‌实​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌等​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌开​‍‌到​‍‌学​‍‌校​‍‌时​‍‌，​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌已​‍‌经​‍‌睡​‍‌了​‍‌一​‍‌路​‍‌，​‍‌丝​‍‌毫​‍‌没​‍‌有​‍‌醒​‍‌的​‍‌迹​‍‌象​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌于​‍‌是​‍‌，​‍‌夜​‍‌生​‍‌活​‍‌丰​‍‌富​‍‌的​‍‌电​‍‌影​‍‌学​‍‌院​‍‌学​‍‌生​‍‌们​‍‌，​‍‌就​‍‌看​‍‌到​‍‌了​‍‌西​‍‌装​‍‌笔​‍‌挺​‍‌、​‍‌打​‍‌着​‍‌领​‍‌带​‍‌，​‍‌还​‍‌戴​‍‌着​‍‌金​‍‌丝​‍‌眼​‍‌镜​‍‌的​‍‌男​‍‌人​‍‌，​‍‌礼​‍‌貌​‍‌地​‍‌打​‍‌听​‍‌传​‍‌说​‍‌中​‍‌学​‍‌生​‍‌里​‍‌很​‍‌受​‍‌欢​‍‌迎​‍‌、​‍‌从​‍‌宿​‍‌舍​‍‌走​‍‌五​‍‌分​‍‌钟​‍‌就​‍‌能​‍‌到​‍‌的​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌摊​‍‌位​‍‌在​‍‌哪​‍‌边​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌再​‍‌次​‍‌醒​‍‌的​‍‌时​‍‌候​‍‌，​‍‌车​‍‌里​‍‌都​‍‌是​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌的​‍‌味​‍‌道​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌她​‍‌睡​‍‌了​‍‌挺​‍‌久​‍‌，​‍‌酒​‍‌意​‍‌已​‍‌经​‍‌消​‍‌了​‍‌些​‍‌，​‍‌迷​‍‌迷​‍‌糊​‍‌糊​‍‌记​‍‌起​‍‌来​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌似​‍‌乎​‍‌说​‍‌过​‍‌要​‍‌吃​‍‌这​‍‌个​‍‌，​‍‌然​‍‌后​‍‌呆​‍‌呆​‍‌地​‍‌伸​‍‌出​‍‌了​‍‌手​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌从​‍‌怀​‍‌里​‍‌拿​‍‌出​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌，​‍‌羊​‍‌毛​‍‌西​‍‌装​‍‌和​‍‌衬​‍‌衫​‍‌已​‍‌经​‍‌全​‍‌是​‍‌那​‍‌味​‍‌道​‍‌，​‍‌但​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌还​‍‌是​‍‌温​‍‌热​‍‌的​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌接​‍‌过​‍‌，​‍‌小​‍‌小​‍‌咬​‍‌了​‍‌一​‍‌口​‍‌，​‍‌然​‍‌后​‍‌有​‍‌点​‍‌可​‍‌怜​‍‌地​‍‌说​‍‌：​‍‌“​‍‌不​‍‌脆​‍‌了​‍‌。​‍‌”
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌一​‍‌个​‍‌爆​‍‌栗​‍‌敲​‍‌在​‍‌她​‍‌额​‍‌头​‍‌上​‍‌，​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌好​‍‌气​‍‌又​‍‌好​‍‌笑​‍‌地​‍‌说​‍‌了​‍‌句​‍‌“​‍‌小​‍‌没​‍‌良​‍‌心​‍‌的​‍‌”​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌然​‍‌后​‍‌就​‍‌牵​‍‌着​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌，​‍‌带​‍‌她​‍‌重​‍‌新​‍‌去​‍‌买​‍‌脆​‍‌脆​‍‌的​‍‌、​‍‌刚​‍‌出​‍‌炉​‍‌的​‍‌手​‍‌抓​‍‌饼​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌酒​‍‌精​‍‌放​‍‌松​‍‌了​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌的​‍‌神​‍‌经​‍‌，​‍‌她​‍‌顺​‍‌从​‍‌本​‍‌心​‍‌握​‍‌住​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌温​‍‌暖​‍‌的​‍‌手​‍‌，​‍‌并​‍‌肩​‍‌走​‍‌在​‍‌她​‍‌曾​‍‌生​‍‌活​‍‌了​‍‌四​‍‌年​‍‌的​‍‌校​‍‌园​‍‌里​‍‌。