Bizarre Love

Chapter 103: Captive (3)

Behind the glass mirror, she opened her eyes wide, wanting to cry without tears.

Jiang Ren couldn't help laughing: "Ride slowly this time, make sure I don't scare you, okay?"

"What about you? I'm wearing this, what are you wearing?" She was not used to it, and touched the bulky helmet, which seemed to have the clear and domineering aura of a teenager. It made it difficult for her to breathe.

"I don't need this," he said. "Come on, do you want me to hug you?"

Of course Meng Ting didn't want him to hug her, she nervously got into his car.

Then gently grabbed the hem of his clothes on both sides.

Lightly on the waist, like a feather falling into the dust.

Jiang Ren bent her lips, but didn't force her.

He started the car and rode forward slowly. He had never ridden such a slow mountain bike in his life.

The boy's broken hair has grown a bit, but the cold and sharp look on his face has not changed.

He still remembers breaking her bicycle chain by himself, and then driving her home, hoping that she would take the initiative to hug him.

It's funny, he thought about it now, but he was even more afraid of her tears.

The girl behind him asked him with a soft voice, "When did you come?"

How about testing him?

He said slowly, "I just came."

Meng Ting was happy, he just came and didn't see it.

She felt relieved, and she didn't hate him so much. Tonight's Jiang Ren was unexpectedly easy to talk to.

The city's street lamps came one after another, and the night breeze was blocked by the boy's body, and she could feel the faint warmth from his body.

Meng Ting has rarely tried to get along with him so quietly.

Afraid of scaring her, he even started coaxing her while riding a bicycle.

However, no matter how long a road is, it has an end.

When Meng heard home, he returned the helmet: "Thank you."

The corners of her lips were slightly curved, and her big eyes became crescent moons.

Jiang Ren hugged the helmet: "Yes."

She had worn the helmet for a long time, her hair was messy, and there was even a small poke of dull hair. She can't see it herself, so she doesn't know.

He glanced at it several times, his voice was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes.

The little fairy stepped down from the altar, so damn good.

Meng Ting was carrying a blue schoolbag and waved to go home. In order to thank him, she decided to give him less homework next week that he hated.

Jiang Ren stroked the inner edge of the helmet with her thumb, where the warmth of her cheeks still remained.

Warm, gently kissed his fingertips.

He suddenly smiled.

Fuck, is she happy enough? He is also calm enough.

Jiang Ren threw the helmet on the car and walked up to her in a few steps.

Meng Ting asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything else to do?"

He held her shoulders, with a smile in his eyes: "Meng Ting, you lied to me once, and I lied to you once."

She let out an "ah" with puzzled eyes.

Jiang Ren said: "I didn't just come, I came when you were still on stage."

Hearing these words, Meng Ting was in a bad mood, the young man's eyes were dark, yet there was a frightening light.

In her junior high school days, she had seen similar eyes countless times. But none of them can compare to the slightest bit of madness.

"Do you know what I was thinking?"

Meng Ting really didn't want to know at all: "I don't want to hear it."

Yet he sighed, "You are so beautiful."

Meng Ting's face turned red in an instant: "Jiang Ren! Don't say it, can you?" She somehow felt ashamed to listen to him, "I'm going home, you are not allowed to say such strange things."

Besides, you do ten times as much homework, you bastard.

When Meng Ting pushed him away and ran home, his face was still hot.

The light in the living room was on, Shu's father had to work overtime, and Shu Lan was painting her toenails on the sofa. Shu Lan heard the sound of the door opening, and gave Meng Ting a suspicious look.

Meng Ting ignored her, Shu Lan was concerned about her life.