Being Watered Day and Night by Big Shots (NP / Part 1)

Bloodline 17: Fucked hard by the big cock of the Temple Hunter

Bloodline 17: Fucked hard by the big cock of the Temple Hunter, on the classroom podium, whipped with a ruler, and stabbed with a triangle

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A slender and distinct finger slid across the pure black screen of the phone with a clear contrast. There was no light on in the room, and the light from the screen shone on his fair face. His red eyes were filled with anger the moment he saw the content of the text message.

[I'm sorry, I was wrong, Nian Nian, please forgive me, okay? - Jing Ting who loves you]

Gu Nian felt so disgusted as if he had seen a flying cockroach. He retched twice, stood up, blocked the sending code completely, and walked to the desk.

A small key with exquisite carvings opened the second bookcase on the right side of the mahogany table. Inside lay a diary without any decorative patterns. Gu Nian opened the diary but did not read the contents.

The window was not closed, and the white curtains like light smoke swayed gently. He did not look at the diary, but the bleak south wind read it line by line for him. The south wind raised its invisible hand and turned the pages, gently and slowly, as if it could not bear to finish reading.

October 25th, Monday, sunny.

He came to give me flowers and told me in front of the whole class that he liked me. There was a smile in his eyes and I was the only one in his eyes.

October 27th, Wednesday, cloudy.

I didn't want to go for morning exercises, but he was leading the race today. He was wearing a light blue sweater with a fat polar bear printed on the back. I ran behind him and the polar bear was looking at me. I really wanted him to look back at me.

October 29th, Friday, light rain.

There were two consecutive math classes in the morning. He hated math class the most, but today he didn't sleep. He kept looking at me and threw paper balls at me while the teacher was writing on the blackboard.

I didn't open it.

After school, I secretly picked up the paper ball that I had kicked under the table.

There is only one sentence on it: The stars in the sky become your eyes. When I miss you at night, I count them one by one. I can't remember which one I counted every time. When I wake up, I only remember that I love you.

Tuesday, November 2, sunny to cloudy.

He confessed to me again, saying that he liked me and wanted to be with me. During this time, I have been thinking about him all the time. The clouds in the sky are him, the wind blowing across my face is him, and the familiar back figure on the road is him. He is when I eat, when I take a bath, and even in my dreams.

But what is love? It sounds so unreal. Am I really worthy of such a good love?

November 4th, Thursday, moderate rain.

I want to be with him (deleted line here)

I still want to give it a try with him.

The south wind was silent, the branches outside the window drooped low, and two bunches of yellow leaves were blown down by the wind, like two lines of mottled tears.

Xiao Jingting did not give up. When his number was blocked, he changed to another one. When his calls were rejected, he continued to call tirelessly.

[Nian Nian, please come and see me, okay? Just this once, I promise I won't bother you again. ]

Gu Nian threw his  phone behind him and buried himself in the soft and comfortable big bed.

A student was unfortunately murdered in the school recently. The police are still investigating the murderer. This news has not been announced to the public, but it has spread quickly among the students like a group of fluttering birds.