100 Ways to Get the Male God

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"Go back, go back..."

The young man whispered indiscriminately, suddenly lowered his head, covered his face with his white fingers, his voice was filled with endless desolation, and was aggrieved like a lost child, he just quietly emphasized his return.

Where to go back? If he wants to run out, who will give him back? What the hell is he thinking...

The driver asked, "So are you going back to the airport?"

The other party did not speak.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror strangely, and his eyes fell on the eighteen-year-old boy.

Slender, beautiful, and definitely God's favorite.

His fingers were very long and white, like works of art. He lowered his head, his white face was in the palm of his hand, and the other hand held a mobile phone tightly. For some reason, the knuckles turned white with force. .

Although they didn't know each other, the driver seemed to be able to feel a panic and bewilderment in the other's pale knuckles and the expression blocked by the slender fingers. Just like a child left by an adult.

Not daring to ask any more questions, the driver hurriedly turned his head.

The car drove back to the airport.

Halfway through, the phone suddenly vibrated.

The young man raised his hand almost immediately, revealing his veiled face. On his beautiful white cheeks, his blue eyes were filled with shattered light. He held the phone with his cold fingers, and he could clearly see the name on it.

Anxiety flashed across Xunzhou's delicate eyes.

He turned off the sound, ignored it, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes lightly, looking out the window silently.

After a while, the phone vibrated again.

Xunzhou pursed his lips, answered the phone, and said impatiently, "I'm not going to participate."

Immediately after hanging up the phone, his white fingers slid over and his name was put on the blacklist. His actions were very decisive.

The surroundings finally quieted down.

The boy leaned on the seat behind him, his delicate eyebrows lowered, suppressing the panic that was surging in his heart.

…

Xunzhou felt like a fool.

Inexplicably went abroad, but inexplicably came back again, less than a day before and after.

When he was on the plane, he kept staring out the window, but his heart was churning with anger and annoyance. I tried to calm myself down, but when I closed my eyes, I couldn't fall asleep at all, so I could only endure it by pursing my lips repeatedly.

On the way, the teenager took out his mobile phone again, slid his fingertips on it, and pulled out the group photo.

There was a little grievance in the blue eyes again. The knuckles of the boy holding the mobile phone were pale, and he stuffed it into his pocket with a heavy movement, not knowing what his temper was.

Didn't you always think you liked guys?

Finally being understood, and being persuaded to confess for the first time, shouldn't he be very happy?

Xunzhou clenched his fingers and puffed out his tender white cheeks, completely ignoring what he was thinking.

When he returned to China, the sorority meeting had long since ended, and the boy swiped his fingertips gently on the screen, his anxiety and anger did not subside, but he had no reason to see each other, and no reason to question him.

like a neuropathy.

The boy lay on the sand and lowered his eyes silently.

The phone is between the white fingers, and the temperature of the fingers is actually colder than the shell. The black collar covers half of the face, like a cat trying to shrink itself in the warmth.

He thought slowly.

Did she think he was abroad now, attending the school celebration with the so-called "sweet man"?

The young man raised his lips suddenly, there was a hint of coolness in his beautiful smile, and his eyes as blue as a cat showed a very cold and indifferent meaning, and seemed to be a little sad.