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The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and autumn was here. The pink dawn had already appeared on the horizon, and the color gradually deepened, from orange to light red, and a piece of gold was sprinkled, and the afterglow of the morning glow and sunset was sprinkled.

Song Yan packed up his books and walked out of the classroom.

The young man is wearing a blue and white school uniform, with black hair, a fair face and a handsome profile, and the curve of his lips is always slightly gentle.

As he walked in the corridor, the morning glow cast a golden light all over his body, attracting the attention of those around him.

His sleeves were slightly rolled up, exposing part of his wrist, with slender fingers and distinct knuckles.

After walking out of the teaching building, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice. Song Yan casually took out the phone and looked at it, and the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped.

His complexion changed again and again, and finally turned into an ashen color, but he didn't show it too obviously. He just frowned slightly, as if suppressing the rage in his heart.

After dialing the phone number and beeping several times, Song Yan's patience was almost gone and he was slowly answered.

The person opposite didn't speak, and Song Yan didn't speak either. The two seemed to be in a silent confrontation. In the end, Song Yan spoke first.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

His voice seemed to be filled with ice shards, making people feel chilled to the bone.

The girl's soft and sweet tone came from the phone, "I don't want to do anything. Come to the sports equipment room. I want to see you."

The lingering and pathos voice is like sweet candied fruit, wrapping around people's hearts like silk.

Song Yan's face was expressionless, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were filled with frost, "Do you think this photo can threaten me?"

Hearing what he said, the girl on the other end of the phone seemed to smile. Listening to her laughter, the bulging veins on Song Yan's forehead twitched.

"You don't have to come. I will post this photo on the forum then. Qingzhen will definitely see it. I wonder if she will be sad if she sees it..."

Covered in poisonous honey, she pretended to suppress her voice, and she revealed her playfulness at every turn.

No one ever—

No one has ever been so courageous, and Shen Yue has simply touched his bottom line.

After hanging up the phone, I clutched the phone tightly, my fingertips turned white, and the blood vessels on the back of my hand bulged.

——

The sports equipment was dimly lit, with a few rays of morning glow coming in from the window, and fine dust floating in the air.

Song Yan walked in and closed the door.

There was a click, which was particularly harsh in the silent space.

Then came the sound of steady footsteps.

The girl was sitting on the cushions boredly. When she saw the tall figure of the boy, she smiled, her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were slightly dimpled.

As if he didn't notice Song Yan's ugly and livid face, he waved affectionately, "Come and sit."

She was carrying the morning glow on her back, her hair was covered with layers of golden light, her black and clear eyes were like a translucent lake in early spring, and her delicate and beautiful eyebrows eclipsed everything else.

She looks so good and innocent, but in fact, she is already dirty inside.

He looked condescendingly at Shen Yue, who was sitting on the soft cushion, with dark eyes and no emotion.

He lowered his eyes calmly.

"Photo, deleted."

The smile on Shen Yue's face faded a little, and her dark and moist eyes were like a wet deer that strayed into the crowd: "Are you going to tell me this as soon as you come? Brother Xiao Yan, stay with me, that's all you have to do

Don’t you want to?”

Her eyes seemed to be misty and helpless, as if she was the victim.

He knew clearly that she was pretending to be pitiful, but Song Yan's mind was still in a daze for a moment, followed by deep anger, and his eyebrows became more and more gloomy.

Almost gritting his teeth, he said: "Shen Yue, what are you still pretending to do now? Are you relying on me, right? Jiang Wei can't satisfy you on his own? If you don't find it disgusting to do this, I find it disgusting. "

He had almost never been so angry. The raging anger collided with his heart, and he could not control his palms, and his fingertips almost seemed to sink into his flesh.

Shen Yue looked at him, her bright red and full lips curled up, as if she was smiling, but it seemed that it was not just a simple smile.

He tilted his head and asked, "Am I sick?"

He turned his dark pupils and stared at her without saying a word.

But those eyes represented everything, and the deep disgust and indifference seemed to overflow.

Shen Yue stood up, raised her head, stood on tiptoes without warning, and kissed his lips like a dragonfly.

The soft touch passed by in a flash, with a faint fragrance.

Song Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, his body shook violently, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The next moment, his face was tense, and his dark eyes seemed to be brewing a stormy undercurrent.

He almost stared at the girl in front of him.

The girl smiled at him, her eyebrows were curved and charming, just like the beautiful and beautiful flowers of the other side blooming in the dark hell.

The red mole on the bridge of the nose is even more charming.

Seemingly innocent, yet exuding that weird evil aura

She stood on tiptoes, and the two of them were very close. So close that Song Yan could see the girl's dense long eyelashes, like butterflies spreading their wings and about to fly.

Every time you exhale and inhale, there is a faint fragrance, which is very sweet and smells good. If you get closer, you can smell it stronger.

The mouth is not only soft but also fragrant, arousing the most filthy evil desires in people's hearts.

This is the touch that Song Yan still remembers.

His head was a little dizzy, and it was strange that this time he clearly didn't drink at all, but why did he still have undue heat and desire?

His dark and moist eyes looked at Song Yan endlessly, as if he had already clearly seen the evil thoughts hidden in the darkest corners of his mind.

"Still disgusting?"

His body seemed to be on fire, and a numbing feeling spread throughout his body. He stood extremely stiff, pinching and loosening his fingers, loosening and pinching again, over and over again.

The Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

Shen Yue's eyes slightly curved, revealing a simple and charming smile: "Why don't you speak? Isn't it comfortable?"

The veins on his forehead throbbed violently, as if he was hiding his ears and stealing the bell, and he pressed his thin lips tightly into a straight line.

Standing on tiptoes vigorously, Shen Yue came close to his ear, and gently pecked the red earlobe with her eyes.

And this simple action made Song Yan's breathing become heavier, and his eyes were dim and unclear, like a deep pool without the sun.

He raised his hand and lowered it again. He didn't know whether he wanted to push her away or hold her tightly.

"I can also make you more comfortable."

The words are full of suggestiveness, ambiguous and lingering, as if they are tempting, just like a lecherous ghost.

His breathing became increasingly constricted, his chest heaved violently, and his heart was beating abnormally as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
Chapter completed!