苏韵：“”                                                                                然后看向蒋慕承，他已经走近，发丝里都是汗水。                                                                                周围的空气里全部是他的气息，清冽的，混合着淡淡的烟草味，奇怪的是，并没有汗味。                                                                                她目光游离片刻，自始至终都没敢看他一眼，她起身从托盘里端起一杯鲜榨果汁走向林樾。                                                                                林樾像个小孩一样，伸出手，“拉我一把。”                                                                                苏韵瞪他一眼，可他就熟视无睹。                                                                                苏韵伸手拉他，林樾起来，又说：“我膀子酸，喂我喝吧。”                                                                                苏韵：“”                                                                                还真把她当女朋友使唤了？                                                                                执拗不过林樾，苏韵把果汁杯放在他嘴边，他像个得逞的小