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

Chapter 58

Jing Ci’s cheeks became hot in an instant, and he subconsciously wanted to push away Yingjiao.

He touched him with both hands, but then let it down again.

At this moment, Ying Jiao was leaning on him lazily, and unexpectedly pushed, Jing Ci was afraid of pushing him down.

Jing Ci took a deep breath and tried to make himself ignore the person on him: “Don’t always say such things…”

“I don’t think you don’t understand, can I explain it to you.” Ying Jiao made an inch and held Jing Ci’s hand under the table and said without embarrassment: “Is there a problem?”

In the sleeves of the large school uniforms, the fingers of the two people were tightly entwined, exchanging the temperature of each other’s body. Jing Ci’s eyelashes trembled, and he calmed himself: “No, there is no such explanation.”

Ying Jiao nodded, and readily admitted: “Yes, I said nonsense.”

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Ying Jiao chuckles: “Who makes you so cute, how can I stand it.”

At this time, Jing Ci’s ears were red.

He moved, trying to take his hand out of Yingjiao’s hand.

The early self-study hasn’t officially started yet, and have been studying for many days racing against time. want to indulge self with arrogance and extravagance.

“Don’t move.” He held Jing Ci with greater strength: “Charge me for a while, how many days have we not seen each other?” He sneered, and said, “A class is still at the same table. It’s like Cowherd and Weaver Girl.”

There were yawning classmates passing by, but the two of them secretly held hands under the table. Jing Ci was a little flustered, but he didn’t dare to move too hard. For fear of being discovered, he could only let him lead.

“I haven’t asked, when is your birthday?” Ying Jiao pulled out a workbook from the shelf, turned it over and said, looking casual.

Jing Ci blurted out: “February 19…” Realizing that it was wrong, he immediately changed his words: “January 31st.”

In his previous life, the day Jing Ci was sent to the orphanage was February 19th, so the dean took February 19th as his birthday.

At this time, Ying Jiao asked without warning, under inertial thinking, Jing Ci reflexively said this day.

The hand of Yingjiao flipped the book, pretending not to hear the problem in his words, and said naturally: “Only half a month younger than me.”

Jing Ci nodded: “Yes.”

“So you were born with me?” Ying Jiao smiled and whispered: “Come to be my little wife?”

Jing Ci’s ears were red, and he broke away from Yingjiao’s hand, turned around and stopped paying attention to him.

Ying Jiao Xiaoxiao didn’t bother him anymore, found a set of papers from the table hole and laid it on the table.

He lowered his head, his eyes were on the test paper, and he seemed to be reading the questions carefully, but in fact his thoughts had already gone elsewhere.

The last time was at his home, Ying Jiao saw his ID card because he helped Jingci check the competition results.

He clearly remembered that the date of birth above was January 31st. But when he asked, Jing Ci’s first reaction was February 19th.