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

Chapter 55

On the playground in the distance, there was a loud voice.

The students who had been holding back a whole self-study class gathered in twos and threes to laugh and play, and from time to time there were excitement screams.

Beside the flowerbed of the teaching building, it was quiet as if the air had solidified.

Jing Ci’s eyes widened suddenly, and his mind went blank.

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and looked at him, with a low, low voice: “If you don’t speak, I will treat it as your default.”

He didn’t hesitate anymore, stretched out his hand to lift Jing Ci’s chin, and lowered his head to kiss.

Jing Ci froze in his limbs, his heart beating fast, until the moment when Ying Jiao’s lips were about to fall, he only slightly reacted and he quickly tilted his head.

The arrogant kiss was immediately printed on his side face.

Neither of them moved.

In the corner where the needle fell audible, the two people’s heartbeat intertwined.

Boom boom boom, my heart seems to pop out of my chest.

Ying Jiao chuckled lightly and pecked him on the face.

The scorching temperature came from Yingjiao’s lips, and Jing Ci’s body trembled slightly, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be pouring into his brain, and even his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Yingjiao drew a little distance from him, found his lips, and wanted to continue kissing.

Jing Ci was short of breath, almost unable to think, and instinctively pushed away Winjiao: “No, no…no!”

“Okay.” Yingjiao didn’t listen to him for the first time, and regardless of Jingci’s struggle, he firmly pinched his chin with one hand to prevent him from moving, and grasped his hand with the other, with five fingers embedded in his fingers tightly. He buckled, and lowered his head again.

Ying Jiao’s breathing was heavy and obvious, and he approached him little by little.

His breath is overwhelming, and he can’t escape. In a panic, Jing Ci subconsciously blocked his lips with a backhand.

The action of winning arrogance paused slightly.

Ying Jiao smiled and kissed the palm of his hand lightly.

As the evening breeze blew, the green plants in the flower bed rustled with branches and leaves, and the low voice of winning arrogance closed with the ears of the evening breeze coming into Jingci.

“I like you.”

He said.

Jing Ci’s eyelashes trembled lightly, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled.

Ying Jiao’s ears were red, and he pressed the hand he was holding with him on his chest, lowered his head and kissed his palm gently: “Do you…Do you want a boyfriend?”

Jing Ci didn’t know how he returned to the small classroom of Mathematical Olympiad Class. When he came back to his senses again, his goal was Zhou Chao’s worried face: “Brother Ci, what’s wrong with you? Your face is so red and you have a fever? "

“No.” What he tried to hide was broken in public, Jing Ci picked up a book unnaturally and tried to cover up the past: “I’m fine.”

Who knows that he was flustered, didn’t hold one, and threw the book directly to the ground.