Bizarre Love

Jiang Ren followed to the halfway up the mountain, just wanting to stay with her for a while longer, and his heart felt an inexplicable pain when he thought about it.

He looked down at her, and couldn't help lowering his tone: "Don't cry, I'm not bullying you, I really want to take you up the mountain. I went up once before, and the mountain is very beautiful."

He didn't lie to her.

For today, he climbed up Wangu Mountain by himself yesterday.

He couldn't understand why, some things, if you don't do it, you can't help but think about it over and over again, and if you do it, your blood will boil. No matter what it is, it is torture, that kind of youthful, unspeakable feelings, become endless energy, and you can be so stupid to fight.

"The forest guard said that there is a small path on the mountain. I know you don't like your teachers and classmates to see me. Can I take you there?"

Hearing that he didn't mean to hurt himself, Meng nodded after a while.

So they walked on slowly.

Jiang Ren silently took her bag and carried it on his shoulders. His coat had already been thrown to He Junming and the others.

She was having a hard time walking.

He listened to her breathing, squatted down in front of her: "I'll carry you on my back."

Meng Ting shook his head quickly.

He snorted, and stared into her eyes with black eyes: "What are you afraid of? You, a boy is nice to a girl just because he likes her and wants to please her, do you understand? Give me a chance, Meng Ting."

It wasn't the first time she had heard Jiang Ren's blatant words, but she had only met such a flamboyant and shameless person in her whole life.

Meng Ting's ears turned red: "Can you stop saying such things?"

"What are you talking about?" With a three-point smile in his eyes, he deliberately teased her.

She really didn't have that face to repeat, and staggered his gaze.

He knew she didn't want to, but there was still a long way to go up the mountain, and she definitely wouldn't be able to go up the mountain by herself.

He returned the bag to her: "Hurry up, carry it or carry it, if you don't choose, I will choose."

Can she choose to kill this bastard! Meng Ting didn't want to go up the mountain, and she never went up in her previous life, so she wasn't reconciled.

He raised his eyebrows, his black hair was aggressive and fierce, and he made a gesture to hug her again.

Meng Ting was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "Back."

Her tone was trembling, sweet to the heart.

He smiled lowly: "Yes."

When the two thin and soft arms came up, his heart beat almost uncontrollably.

The girl's body is fragrant and soft, he feels that her sweat is fragrant, Meng Tingyue is the kind of girl that every boy wants to have.

Unlike He Junming and the others, they were sweaty after walking for a long time.

Meng Ting tried to stay away from him as much as possible, wrapping his arms around his neck.

He seemed to have inexhaustible strength to walk.

She had never been in love in her two lifetimes, and she died very young when she did not go to college. Annoyed and ashamed at this time.

Jiang Ren noticed that she turned her face away, as if she didn't want to get too close to him. He laughed and said, "Do you think I stink?"

She stayed away from him and said nothing.

He couldn't help laughing, how could he smell like her. However, he still explained: "Dyeing your hair has a smell, don't mind it, it will go away in a few days."

It doesn't actually stink.

But there was something passionate about him, and she keenly sensed that kind of morbid paranoia that was different from ordinary people. Jiang Ren is like a fire from hell, domineering and annoying, she just doesn't like this person.

However, this person she didn't like had great strength, carrying her and her heavy bag on his back, and still walked steadily.

Jiang Ren walked along the path, listening to the subtle chirping of insects in the woods, with the chill of autumn all the way.

At the end of the walk, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and he outlined the young man's strong body.

Meng Ting didn't expect it to be so far away.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon when they reached the top of the mountain.

A hundred-year-old tree that could only be embraced by three people stands in the wind, and countless small red flags are flying around, but no one has the perseverance to take them away.

And Jiang Ren carried her on his back, and was the only one who reached the top of the mountain.

He is terrible.

Panting, the young man told her to sit down under the old tree. Looking at her with his black eyes, he couldn't help laughing: "Hey, I didn't bring any water, can I drink it for my saliva?"