How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 209 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (47)

   Wen Xien had a reaction this time, and the reaction was still very intense, struggling like crazy.

   This house, Qiao Ling is gone, let this man do whatever he wants.

  The room full of warmth in the past was like an endless abyss and a nightmare in Wen Xien's eyes.

   And this man is to blame for it all.

   Ma Junying hugged Wen Xien steadily, he was not annoyed, on the contrary, he smiled with a good temper, "En, be good."

   He carried her into the room with such a gentle face, and then did something that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

   Those eyes that had always been calm and self-controlled were bloodshot.

   The lips that should have been ruthless said vulgar words, which made people's blood boil and their ears turned red.

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  I don't know if it was Ma Qing's illusion. She always felt that something was wrong with Wen Xien. Although she was still a little stiff when she touched Wen Xien before, it was not like that.

   Ma Qing subconsciously wanted to hold Wen Xien's hand, but was thrown away fiercely, and Ma Qing was stunned.

  Ma Qing looked at Wen Xien and called out in confusion, "Enen?"

  Wen Xien raised his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes were as dark as ink, when he stared straight at a person, there was a strange yin qi.

   Such a look really startled Ma Qing, she asked cautiously, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

   Gentle questioning made Wen Xien's pupils move, her pale lips slightly pursed, "It's okay."

   When Wen Xien spoke, Ma Qing was startled, because Wen Xien's voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

   At this time, the bell rang for the class, and Ma Qing didn't want to say anything more, "Go back to the classroom first."

   Wen Xien nodded.

   Looking at Wen Xien's back, Ma Qing suddenly knew where the strange feeling came from. It was still summer, but Wen Xien was wearing long-sleeved trousers, and she accidentally touched Wen Xien's finger just now, which was cold.

   The thin and thin back slowly disappeared, but Ma Qing's heart sank.

   Wen Xien entered the classroom, sat in his seat, lowered his head to read a book, and fell asleep on his stomach before reading it for a while.

   It happened that the three classes in the morning were connected to a teacher. This teacher has always been in a bad temper. Even in high school now, many people have been beaten with a stick.

   I heard that the vice-principal of this school is a relative of the teacher. With the backstage, the teacher is even more arrogant and often corporally punishes students in the name of the students.

   Wen Xien's grades have always been on the upper side in the class, but recently, his studies have declined a lot, and he always sleeps in class. The teacher has reminded him again, and when he sees someone sleeping on the table again, he gets angry.

   "Jon, go to sleep and don't interfere with other people's class." The teacher pointed at Wen Xien, her tone was cold and merciless.

   Wen Xien was pushed a bit, then got up slowly, and then walked out without any expression.

   Mainly because her expression was too indifferent, and her seemingly casual attitude instantly made the teacher feel that her authority was being challenged.

"What's your expression like? Every time I talk to you, it's like a mute! Every day is not a man or a woman. You were a thief last night. You dare to sleep in my class? Isn't it more difficult for other teachers to teach? of lawlessness.”

  The teacher said that the more she talked later, the more excited she became, her face flushed.

   Wen Xien didn't even look at the teacher as he walked past the podium, looking a little defiant.

   Sure enough, her attitude immediately ignited the teacher's anger. He walked to Wen Xien's side and almost pushed her out. Wen Xien was pushed by him and almost jumped forward, but fortunately he held the table next to him.

The person behind    pushed Wen Xien again, and her hand was still holding the table. With such a push, even the person and the table took a step forward.

  The table moved to the floor, making an extremely harsh sound. The classroom was very quiet, and they all watched silently.

   During the teacher's pulling and pulling, Wen Xien was wearing short sleeves inside and a white shirt outside. The white shirt was torn off the corner of the shirt, revealing tooth marks with blood marks and little red marks.

   On the pale skin, that touch of red, like the red plum in the white snow, is extremely conspicuous.

   Even if Wen Xien quickly gathered up his clothes, everything that should be seen has been seen.

  Which other tooth marks are there? The teacher didn't see them clearly, but the classmates next to them could see them clearly. It didn't look like it was bitten by a girl.

   In addition to Wen Xien's overly beautiful appearance, all kinds of unbearable thoughts flooded into their imaginations for a while.

The teacher paused when he saw this expression, and then immediately let go of Wen Xien as if avoiding some virus. The disgust on his face was undisguised, and he sneered, "Jon, you have disappointed the teacher so much, I didn't expect you to be so small. If you don't learn well at your age, don't fool around just because you look good..."

   Teacher pushed Wen Xien to the door, and immediately closed the door, with a bang, all the teachers from the next classroom were led out.

  Wen Xien stood in the empty corridor and took out two candies from his pocket to eat.

   The sweet taste in her mouth made Wen Xien narrow her eyes. She carefully smoothed the candy wrapper, and then folded it neatly and put it in her pocket.

   After three classes passed, Wen Xien entered the classroom.

  As soon as he entered the classroom, the eyes of everyone in the class looked at him vaguely, and that kind of eyes was really not friendly.

   Wen Xien shook, and slowly squeezed the hand hanging by his side.

   After class, Wen Xien was in no hurry, and slowly, she didn't even want to go home.

   Ma Junying personally came to pick her up after school recently, and Ma Qing was tricked into taking another car.

   But no matter how late you get it, there will be times when you are ready, and the phone rang once twenty minutes ago.

   Ma Junying was already waiting outside the school.

   Wen Xien dragged on for 20 minutes, the phone rang twice and then stopped, and then there was the sound of the phone vibrating.

  Wen Xien ignored all of them, and followed his own rhythm slowly.

   By the time she came to the school gate, there were not many people. There was a car parked by the lawn, and Wen Xien saw it almost at a glance.

   It’s not because of how dazzling this car is, on the contrary, it is very low-key, but the logo of that car is not low-key at all.

   Ma Junying's eyes have always been on the school gate, and he saw Wen Xien almost as soon as he appeared.

   Ma Junying didn't have time to react, so his body took the first step.

   He opened the car door, took a few steps in the direction of Wen Xien, and stopped again with restraint.

   When he was still one meter away from Wen Xien, Ma Junying couldn't help taking a step forward and hugged him directly.

   His head was buried in Wen Xien's neck, and he took a deep breath, revealing a morbid infatuation.

   "Enen didn't answer my call." He complained in a low voice.

  Wen Xien pushed him away with a blank expression, Ma Junying also backed away, his hand slid down, holding Wen Xien's cold hand, the scalding temperature wrapped Wen Xien's whole hand.

  Wen Xien was pulled by him and sat in the passenger seat, and Ma Junying kissed him when he fastened his seat belt.

   Wen Xien's face turned, and the kiss fell on the cheek, her eyes never looked at Ma Junying from beginning to end.

   Ma Junying didn't speak, just took a light bite.

  Ma Junying sat in the driver's seat, turning the steering wheel in his hand, his sleeves were slightly folded, revealing a strong and sturdy arm, and he wore a famous watch on his wrist, which looked high-end.

   He suddenly said, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

  “…”

   This is not the first time Wen Xien has not answered the phone, it may be that Wen Xien avoided his kiss, or Wen Xien's increasingly cold attitude made the man a little irritable.

  Wen Xien glanced at him, her pale lips pursed even tighter.

   Ma Junying looks very ruthless and indifferent, even if he softens his eyebrows at this moment, he looks extremely strategic.

   It seems that as long as she gives the answer, this seemingly gentle and quiet predator will tear off the gentle coat in an instant, revealing the unimaginable horror beneath it.

   (end of this chapter)