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

Chapter 67

Jing Ci actually likes to hear Yingjiao intercede with him.

At this time, he can clearly feel that Yingjiao likes him.

Although he will be ashamed and blush, but more often, he is happy.

That little secret little joy was collected little by little by him, hidden in his heart, and he took it out in his spare time secretly aftertaste, the whole heart is sweet.

However, due to his character, he can do anything to win the pride, but he can’t say the same.

He always thought that even if he didn’t say it, as long as he worked hard to be good to Yingjiao, Yingjiao would understand.

However, at this moment, standing on the square where people came and going in the train station, listening to Yingjiao’s seemingly casual questioning, he suddenly stopped thinking that way.

Maybe Yingjiao is also expecting something he can say, maybe he will be as happy as he is when he hears love words…

So, even if it was embarrassing, even if it was embarrassing, he still said it.

“think.”

How could not think that the math test is not so interesting when think of Jing Ci for the first time.

Ying Jiao took a breath, and turned to Jing Ci in disbelief.

Did Jing Ci just say that he missed him?

He… said he missed him?

Isn’t it being forced, nor is it being routine, but that he said it on his own initiative? !

In an instant, a burst of fireworks exploded in Yingjiao’s mind.

His ears were red, and the corners of his lips were raised high. He didn’t know what he was talking about: “What do you want to eat tonight? Eat Japanese food? Didn’t you like the sukiyaki pot that day?”

Without waiting for Jing Ci to answer, he quickly said: “After eating it once, do you want to eat it a second time? Otherwise, let’s go eat barbecue?”

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him: “I…”

Yingjiao interrupted him and said to himself: “Eating too much barbecue is bad for your health. Forget it, let’s eat Cantonese food. Cantonese food is light and suitable for dinner.”

Jing Ci just wanted to say that time is running out and there is no time to go to the restaurant to eat, otherwise it may delay the evening study, just find a small shop to eat a little. Just listen to Ying Jiao swiftly continuing: “No, I always get tired of eating Cantonese food, why don’t you eat Korean food?”

He immediately shook his head and denied: “Korean food is not healthy, it’s all pickles! Otherwise, eat…”

Yingjiao laughed uncontrollably, and suddenly couldn’t say anything.

He stopped, in Jing Ci’s stunned gaze, threw his luggage on the ground, and pushed him onto the thick banyan tree on the side of the road.

Jing Ci was still a little overwhelmed. He looked at Ying Jiao questioningly: “What are you doing?”

Yingjiao said nothing.

In the next second, Jing Ci’s eyes suddenly went black, and a large coat was over his head.

Too late to figure out the situation, too late to struggle.

In the darkness, Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and lifted his chin, and kissed him hard.

To their left is the square in front of the station where people come and go, and to their right is the endless road.