[BL] Dressed as The School Grass' Ex-boyfriend [Transmigration]

Chapter 44

Others have no idea what the situation is now.

He congee stood one meter away from them, and looked carefully toward this side, for fear that his arrogant brother would suddenly become angry and beat him to the head to blossom.

Wu Weicheng was holding the basketball silly, looking at this and that, but he didn’t dare to speak first.

Peng Chengcheng routinely said nothing.

It was Zheng Que, heartlessly akimbo and laughed at the back: “Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, what are you two doing? Playing with matryoshka?”

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and did not look at Ying Jiao, his palm was sweaty, and his heart was beating fast and he could barely speak. There was a mess in my mind, but I was still subconsciously thinking about winning arrogance: “I, I won’t move… Block it, you get it done quickly.”

Ying Jiao’s eyes were stagnant, and the sorrowful words that had already reached his lips couldn’t be said anyway.

At the moment of that electric light and flint, he thought of many kinds of reactions in his heart.

He may be ashamed, angry, or even disgusted, but he did not expect him to say such a thing.

Jing Ci’s face is thin, and his face is already unnatural to the extreme at this moment, and he looks like he is about to bounce up soon. Yingjiao was ready to be kicked by him, and as a result…

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and suppressed the throbbing in his heart, not allowing himself to continue to gaffe.

How could there be such a well-behaved and good person in this world that Jingci would like him more every day than the day before.

He looked at Jing Ci’s red ears and sighed in his heart.

This little idiot, he doesn’t move, he has to be so hard for a lifetime.

“I’m sorry,” Ying Jiao rubbed his head and apologized: “I embarrassed you.”

“…No,” Jing Ci lay on his chest, feeling the violent ups and downs of his chest, shrinking his fingertips: “You didn’t mean it.”

Winning arrogantly took a breath, helplessly: “You don’t want to tease me anymore.”

It’s really going to catch fire any longer.

“Huh?” Jing Ci was puzzled.

“It’s nothing.” Ying Jiao calmed down, raised his eyes to look at He Congee, and said dumbly: “Old He, throw my school uniform over.”

“Oh oh oh.” He Cong consciously escaped, without asking why, he quickly obediently gave him his school uniform.

“You get up first, don’t worry, no one can tell.” Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ci’s waist and lowered his voice: “Have you fallen?”

“No.” Jing Ciqiang looked around calmly, and got up little by little in an awkward posture in order to hide his arrogance.

Ying Jiao was sour and soft in his heart by his slow and caring movements. When he came together, he immediately covered his school uniform between his legs and sat up with a long leg.

At this moment, Ying Jiao felt terrible pain in his elbows and back.

Afraid of Jingci’s guilt, he covered the past calmly, waiting for the reaction to fade away blankly.

“Brother Jiao, are you okay?” Seeing that he hadn’t gotten up for a long time, He Zhou was anxious: “Is my feet hurt? Or is my waist not working?”