Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

She was always merciless, and even though she said that, her hand did not let go.

It was the first time that Song Wenjing lost his composure. Yan Ran hugged him, the clothes were fragrant, the embrace was like the warm sun, warm and comfortable, and the breath he exhaled was very steady. It is hard to imagine that someone who has always been carefree can have such a gentle side. .

He said so, but he always pointed out how worried she was.

She didn't ask anything, not why Song Wenjing was acting like this suddenly.

The scar on the heart, the bloody past, there is no need to tear it apart again, or stab it with a knife, it should be slowly forgotten, until it disappears, without even a scar.

Just think that Song Wenjing is impulsive.

Everyone loses control sometimes.

Song Wenjing was no different. In Yan Ran's eyes, there was no difference between Song Wenjing and normal people.

even……

Yan Ran's eyelashes fluttered, and the curved curve showed natural eyeliner, and her tone was soft, "...thank you."

Song Wenjing didn't seem to react, and her expression was dazed for a moment.

I didn't expect Yan Ran to say thank you at all.

Because he clearly knew how embarrassed and terrible he looked just now, like a monster, an irrational beast.

Does such a person deserve to be thanked?

Song Wenjing's pupils trembled.

Only at this moment did he realize how innocent the person in front of him was, or that he had been too protective since he was a child. He grew up in a fortress of goodwill and diligence, and had never encountered any darkness.

Otherwise, if you are a normal person, you will definitely be frightened by him and run away in a panic. Otherwise, you should always look at him with a strange look, thinking that the person in front of you is mentally abnormal, and cut off contact after leaving.

Instead of being like now——

thanks--

Few people would say thank you to him, because Song Wenjing is a very selfish and egotistical person, he isolates everyone because he knows better than anyone that he is different.

He is not a normal person.

Yan Ran hugged him, exuding a green fragrance. He actually felt the long-lost warmth on the other person's body.

Song Wenjing closed her eyes, and suddenly felt a sourness filling her heart, making her breathless.

The arm that had been stuck at her side suddenly hugged her and tightly restrained her waist. The force was so strong that it seemed that she wanted to melt the other person into her bones and flesh.

A drop of hot melt fell on me

rock.

His face was buried in Yan Ran's neck, rubbing the delicate skin and feeling the cool body temperature.

thump.

His heartbeat stopped for half a beat and then accelerated rapidly.

At this moment, everything around him disappeared.

All the senses are occupied only by the person in front of him, with an extremely strong sense of presence.

All are enlarged.

The hug was so hot and so careful.

Song Wenjing hasn't hugged anyone for a long time.Since the death of his parents, he has been no different from an orphan. No one has ever wanted to give him a hug, and he has never needed it.

Until now...

Song Wenjing closed her eyes, and her hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat. He asked softly, a little uncertainly, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Not afraid of his sick and ugly look just now, not afraid of his behavior and actions beyond the normal range.

Yan Ran didn't move or push him away, but let him hold her like this.

She raised her brows and eyes, and lost her carelessness, "Are you joking?"

"I'm afraid of you? What do you have to be afraid of?"

Her tone was so disdainful, as if the question he just asked was overestimating it.

Song Wenjing suddenly wanted to laugh.

It was as if he had been hiding in a dark, rotten corner for a long time. When the sunlight hit his body, his first reaction was to feel nothingness, and he was even burned by the warm temperature and wanted to shrink back.

But Yan Ran didn't give him a chance to shrink back.

He never knew that the sun was so dazzling and so coveted.

Song Wenjing always thought that she was already used to darkness.

Vaguely, Yan Ran seemed to feel a slight coolness coming from the skin of his neck, as if liquid was sliding down.

She seemed to realize something, but she didn't say anything. She just stretched out her hand and held the back of the boy's head.

In this small space, the tall and muscular boy curled up as if he wanted to shrink into her arms. He was obviously a big man, but he looked more fragile than ever, like a wounded lion.

·
Because the college entrance examination is coming soon, there is generally a probing test almost every week. The positions of the rankings are often changed, and the top three people are eligible to choose their deskmates.

Yan Ran was always at the bottom of the list, no doubt sitting in the last row. The teacher never cared if he either lowered his head to play with his phone or slept on the table all day long.

Song Wenjing ranks first in the school every time, beating No. 2 by more than ten points. She is a treasure in the eyes of the teacher and a good student.

But today this good student did something that surprised all the teachers.

Because he said he wanted to be roommates with Yan Ran.

Not only the teacher, but also Yan Ran was a little surprised.

Yan Ran is quite self-aware of herself. She is not a student at all and cannot learn at all. She gets a headache and feels sleepy when she reads text.

This problem has existed since childhood and cannot be changed at all.

And Yan Ran has never relied on grades to get ahead. After graduating from high school, he may be sent abroad in a package to get a diploma.

Song Wenjing looked at Yan Ran, her dark eyes were deep, filled with emotions that Yan Ran couldn't understand, "I want to sit with you, sit with me."

It was a beg, but the boy's tone left no room for doubt.

Yan Ran was actually reluctant, but the boy's next sentence was, "I have never had a deskmate."

Look how pitiful there are, there are so many people in the class, but no one wants to be his deskmate - Bah!
It was obvious that Song Wenjing didn't want to sit with those people. She occupied two positions all year round, and the teacher never said anything.Otherwise, if Song Wenjing's grades were so good, how could no one be willing to be his deskmate?I don't know how many people are rushing behind her back, but there is nothing they can do. Song Wenjing is really too difficult to get close to, and most people really can't bear the pressure.

Yan Ran really couldn't stand him like this, so she rubbed her hair irritably, lowered her eyebrows, and her amber eyes were as beautiful as transparent glass beads, "Okay, okay, seeing how pitiful you are, I will reluctantly agree." You."

Because of this incident, the head teacher specially called Yan Ran over to talk. No doubt he was afraid that Yan Ran would lead a bad student and delay Song Wenjing's study.

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