Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Little did they know that Yan Ran's appearance now was almost the same as yesterday's.

Last night, he was pestering him because of the drugs, and he was so indifferent during the day.

He looks like a scumbag who doesn't recognize people when he wears pants.

Song Wenjing bowed his head in silence for a long time, then replied hoarsely: "No, nothing happened to us."

Yan Ran's complexion got better now.

"Not bad." She spoke softly, slightly arched her eyebrows, her slender and thick eyelashes fluttered, then reached out and stroked the boy's short hair, which was a bit thorny.

Her palms were warm and soft, and she looked spoiled. She looked at Song Wenjing recklessly, without hiding the sparkling interest in her eyes, "It's not completely useless."

Song Wenjing turned her head, but she didn't avoid her hand after all, her jaw line was tense, and she looked unhappy.

"Thank you anyway."

Yan Ran withdrew his hand and thanked casually.

The fingers hanging by her side couldn't help curling up, Song Wenjing looked as usual, her ears turned red quietly.

Just happened to be caught by Yan Ran, as if confirming something, a subtle emotion flashed in her eyes, so fast that Song Wenjing could hardly catch it, she raised her eyebrows slightly, wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

There is no bathroom in this small room, Yan Ran finished washing in the bathroom outside.

It was still early, Yan Ran and Song Wenjing went to school together.

Song Wenjing's breakfast is very simple, usually two steamed buns, three steamed buns, and a big bowl of porridge to make him sixty percent full.

Perhaps it was because of her long body, or because she was really hungry when she was a child, which caused Song Wenjing's appetite to be particularly large.

When Yan Ran saw Song Wenjing eating like this, he fell into a rare silence.

Song Wenjing seemed to feel Yan Ran's gaze, raised his eyes, and met her gaze. He couldn't tell what it felt like at that moment, but he felt his movements slowed down, as if he didn't want his eating to be too ugly.

She snorted softly and said in a lazy voice, "Did your parents abuse you? It's like you haven't eaten in your whole life."

Yan Ran's tone obviously did not contain any hint of sarcasm, but Song Wenjing's breathing was slightly stagnant for a moment, feeling unprecedented shame, and the delicious food in his hand seemed to become less attractive.

He lowered his head, his breathing seemed to become a little tense, his fingers squeezed the chopsticks too hard, and the wooden chopsticks made a small sound when they were ground.

But he didn't expect that Yan Ran would stop the proprietress passing by in the next second.

"One more basket of buns and two fried dough sticks."

The proprietress responded cheerfully.

Song Wenjing was a little shocked. He thought that people like Yan Ran would dislike eating with him. After all, Yan Ran was not the first person to think so.

The proprietress quickly served a basket of buns and fried dough sticks.

Don't forget to have fun.

"Xiao Song has been able to eat since he was a child, so he is blessed to enjoy it."

People here think that children who can eat are blessed.

Yan Ran smiled, and said in a gorgeous voice with the landlady's regional accent: "You are blessed."

At that moment, Song Wenjing's heart pounded violently, his throat became dry, and he forgot how to breathe.

He could only lower his head and stuff food into his mouth.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he feels that the porridge tastes better and sweeter than before.

After finishing the meal, Yan Ran raised her eyes and looked at him lazily, leaning on her chin, then raised her eyelashes leisurely as they looked at each other.

I don't know how long I've been watching it.

He looked away to hide his panic, wiped the corners of his mouth and hands, since he had to find something to do anyway.

Seeing that he was about to bury his head in cleaning the table, Yan Ran couldn't stand it any longer, and lazily called out to the tall boy in front who was burying his head and busying around, not knowing what he was doing.

"Song—song—student."

Song Wenjing was calming down her heartbeat, but she hadn't finished calming down yet, when she was suddenly called out like this, her brain short-circuited and she didn't react.

"Song—tong—xue." She still called it that way, and said it again with a prolonged tone, as if jumping on the boy's nerves.

Song Wenjing put on a face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, and his voice pretended to be calm: "...what are you doing?"

Yan Ranla raised her overly delicate eyebrows and eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was green, "The way you eat makes people very appetizing."

This is true, Yan Ran is not lying.

It was obviously very common porridge and steamed stuffed buns, but they were eaten by Song Wenjing as if they were delicacies from mountains and seas, and Yan Ran couldn't help eating two more mouthfuls.

Yan Ran thought that what she said was not wrong, but Song Wenjing's breathing was short and her muscles tensed. She wanted to laugh, "Why are you acting like this? I'm praising you."

Song Wenjing's heart was beating wildly, and her fingertips were hot.

He looked at Yan Ran lazily and smilingly, intermittently, maybe even he himself didn't know what he said.

"……thanks."

Seeing that he looked stupid, Yan Ran smiled even more happily.

Song Wenjing looked at her smiling face.

The corners of the tight mouth also curved a slight arc.
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After that, the relationship between the two of them didn't become close or pulled in because of this incident, and there was still no communication, just like classmates with an overly unfamiliar relationship, other than that, there was no difference.

Song Wenjing has never had any good friends around him. He is withdrawn, has no time, and has no desire to make friends. The indifference and gloom he reveals unconsciously will always repel all enthusiastic people.

But Yan Ran was different from those people. He couldn't tell what was different.

If I have to say it a little bluntly.

Then it was he who wanted to get close to Yan Ran.

Song Wenjing looked at the dense and boring mathematical formulas in his hands, but what appeared in his mind was Yan Ran's appearance.

She was so careless, yet so precise that she hit his heart.

She is so beautiful, any casual look can arouse his terrible desire, make him unable to control himself, and make him addicted.

Song Wenjing didn't want to remember these things, but the more she forced herself to forget them, it felt like she was going back to that night.

He said nothing but breathed rapidly, and his hot palms stroked Yan Ran's soft cheeks back and forth.

The rough and callused palm touched her delicate skin, which was dyed a beautiful red.

She is proactive.

It's not as cold and unfamiliar as it is now.

But with the passage of time, Yan Ran turned a blind eye to that incident, which made Song Wenjing think, could it really be a dream he imagined?
Yan Ran thought nothing had happened.

And his life has returned to the previous peace and silence.