The boy's chest is hard, and the injury on his forehead is not completely healed.
When he was not smiling, his tone was cold, and his dark eyes looked down at her, which was extremely shocking.
Meng Ting was afraid of him like this, she raised her eyes to look at him, and her eyelashes trembled: "No."
At that time, there was the third class next door, and there was the sound of Lang Lang reading an English text. Jiang Ren said: "Then why don't you let me come to your class?"
She lowered her eyes and pushed him hard: "You let go, I am in class."
Not far away is the teacher's office. Meng Ting was afraid that the teacher would see it. His voice was so quiet that it made people want to bully him.
Because of the beginning of spring, her clothes are thin, and Jiang Ren's arms and waist are slender and soft. Looking down from his angle, it happens to be her tender and slender neck, white as if she can see the light blue blood vessels.
He couldn't turn his eyes away, and suddenly smiled: "Are you afraid that I will pester you?"
Meng Ting was seen through his mind, blushing, and denied in a low voice: "No." She made the last struggle, "Can you stop thinking about this, and study hard."
He lifted her small face and let her look at him with a smile in his eyes: "Meng Ting."
The spring breeze was gentle, and her pink cheeks looked soft.
"I won't come if you don't let me come."
She blinked as if thinking she had heard it wrong.
He smiled and said: "I am short-sighted. I only care about immediate interests."
Meng couldn't understand.
Jiang Ren held her cheek, her apple jewel moved: "You give me a kiss, I won't come. Can you?"
She froze for a few seconds, and then the tips of her ears were red.
Her response was to pinch the back of his hand and force him to let go.
The little girl twisted her skin and flesh and twisted it hard.
He laughed, it was so painful, but he didn't hide.
After a long while, the sound of reading in the third class next door stopped. There was a three-point smile in his eyes: "Enough playing? Then it's me."
He cut her hands back, lowered his head, and buried her white neck.
At noon in March, the sun was shining.
Meng Ting's face flushed.
The teacher next door yelled, "You will die or die when you read a book. You didn't eat in the morning! Read it again!"
The teenager in front of her was full of inexhaustible strength. She was not afraid of pain when she hit him, and he was shameless when she called him. Meng Ting was ashamed and angry, and finally cried.
She has a kind of despair that can't be far away from him, why is he such a bastard, Meng Ting twitched his shoulder.
Jiang Ren looked up, her eyelashes were wet with tears as if she was about to bite him badly.
He felt a pain in his heart and gently wiped her tears. The boy's fingertips were rough, for fear of making her cheeks red.
Jiang Ren actually didn't do anything yet, and he didn't even have time to taste it. He only smelled the fragrance of Nuannuan's daughter, which was so trembling.
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Bizarre Love
RomanceAfter a short life, reborn in her second year of high school, Meng Ting decided to live well since she got another chance and do things such as: Dance again. No longer save the white-eyed wolf sister from the fire and get disfigured but protect her...