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Chapter 167 I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch (10)

Song Wenjing was stunned, and looked down. The thin and crescent-like protruding collarbone was beautiful and pale, and a red mark was imprinted on it, like the mark left by touching and kneading forcefully in lust.

Song Wenjing stopped talking, only felt that the red mark was like a feather.It made his chest itch a little, he touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his eyes were slightly deep.

In the next second, Yan Ran punched him.

"Fuck you."

Vicious words spit out those beautiful red lips.

Song Wenjing didn't have time to dodge, and endured the circle abruptly, without even moving her brows, raised her eyes, and stared at them with deep and sharp eyes.

With haze in his eyes, maybe he should teach this classmate Yan how to speak well with his mouth.

There was a bit of anger on the young man's beautiful face like a landscape painting.

Then the two fought again, and now the two are smart, fighting quietly, trying not to make any noise, and this way of fighting is even more difficult.

The two were close to each other, and Song Wenjing was forced to smell each other's scent, green, strong, crushable, and ravaged.

It made his throat itchy, and his heart was inexplicably hot, coupled with Yan Ran's movements, it made him even more annoyed.

In terms of strength and body shape, Yan Ran is actually no match for Song Wenjing.

Growing up in a slum, Song Wenjing, who was used to seeing the ugly side of the world, knew about fighting almost from birth.

It's just that he was a little merciful to this young man who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, otherwise how could the other party jump in front of him in a healthy way.

The thin and nimble young man was quickly defeated by the boys, and there were several bruises on her body from being knocked by herself.

"Yan Ran, I haven't provoked you before, and you shouldn't have provoked me either. I'm not one of those bastards who don't grow. When the time comes, neither of us can think about it."

Song Wenjing grabbed the boy's hair and said expressionlessly in her pale and pained expression.

Even so, Yan Ran didn't know what it was to be afraid, her lips were dyed a bright color, which was extremely deceptive on that pale face.

She showed a contemptuous smile at Song Wenjing, and said in a cold tone, "Are you threatening me? No one dares to threaten me."

The young man's expression was shrouded in gloom, revealing a cold sarcasm, when looking at the boy with arrogant and conceited eyes, it was like looking at an ant, but he didn't know that he was the prey in the hands of others.

"You are the first, do you think I will be afraid?"

When she said this, Yan Ran also slowly approached, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, facing the boy's dark eyes, she smiled recklessly, full of malice and disdain.

Song Wenjing's expression was cold, and his eyes were particularly frightening. He almost said the last sentence through gritted teeth.

"Yan Ran! What on earth do you want to do!"

Seeing this, Yan Ran moved closer, as if he wanted to see him lose control and get angry.

Not to mention, it is also a pleasure to break the calmness on the boy's surface and watch the other party become angry from embarrassment.

Song Wenjing hastily turned his head and hid to the side. At this moment, he even forgot that he should push Yan Ran away. The control was clearly in his hands, but at this moment he was forced to be defeated by Yan Ran.

Yan Ran's hair is completely different from her own. Her hair is soft and comfortable to the touch. It's hard to put it down, and it's not as irritating as her temper.

The moment Yan Ran leaned over, followed by the faint fragrance that emanated from the skin and flesh, a very seductive smell, which made people feel emotional.

Song Wenjing's emotions were extraordinarily complicated, not only the displeasure of being offended by another homosexual as a man, but also the slight annoyance that she couldn't control.

The more the boy hides, the more presumptuous Yan Ran becomes.

It wasn't until Song Wenjing pushed Yan Ran away with all his strength that the two separated.

As soon as Yan Ran saw him in a mess, he felt complacent, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Song Wenjing looked at the captivating and seductive smile on Yan Ran's face, and thought of her despicable and sloppy actions just now, there were a few creases between her brows.

"What are you hiding from? I won't eat you." Yan Ran propped his chin, looking playful.

The boy's face couldn't hide his anger, but the reddening ears were exposed to the light, so it was hard not to be noticed.

Yan Ran made a tsk-tsk-tsk sound, then his gaze slowly moved down, and landed on a certain place.

Song Wenjing's whole body was shaken violently, and veins popped out in the hand holding the table knife.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the blood rushed down.

At that moment, his heart seemed to almost stop beating.

The beautiful pale man with silver ear bone chains on his ears stood casually, looking at him with a half-smile.

Looking at an ugly, dirty, shameless him.

"Student Song, are you a pervert?" Yan Ran's eyebrows and lips were full of vile smiles, and there was an indescribable disgust, "It really is hypocrisy."

Song Wenjing suppressed the trembling of his body, feeling so dark and terrifying, but even so, it couldn't cool down at all, and the nerves all over his body were burning hot.

He clenched his fists, and two numbers rolled out restrainedly in his throat: "Shut up."

Of course Yan Ran wouldn't follow his wishes, instead, the words that came out of my mouth became more and more unpleasant, Song Wenjing's heartbeat was speeding up, and her tightly clenched hands were full of sweat.

At that moment, he rushed out like a deserter.

At the moment when the door was closed, he heard Yan Ran's mocking laughter, whether he was mocking him as a psychopath.

It was late at night, and there was no one in the corridor outside the dormitory.

He was leaning against the tightly closed door, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his knuckles were protruding, his jaw line was tense, his cheeks seemed to move slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to be about to roll up a storm.

In addition to anger, there is another, more intense emotion.

He kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm the rush of desire in his chest.

why?
why?
Song Wenjing asked herself more than once, why did things evolve to this point?

He was very indifferent to that kind of thing since he was a child, completely different from those hot-blooded and reckless young people.

But now?
He actually—

Song Wenjing's Adam's apple rolled, his mouth was dry, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat.

He should be thankful, fortunately, there is no one around at the moment, otherwise his appearance at the moment is really outrageous.

There was a door stuck to her hot back, but Song Wenjing seemed to have lost the courage to open it.

It took a while for Song Wenjing to calm down. He took a deep breath, turned around, and opened the door after making mental preparations.

The dormitory was quiet and quiet, the lower bunk raised a small piece.

Song Wenjing almost laughed out of anger.

He lingered at the door, and the people inside had already fallen asleep.

Such a contrast made his chest feel tight.

　There is another chapter coming later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)