How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 51 You gave me hope and blocked my light (51)

   Wen Xien chuckled, casually tidying up the collar of the school uniform to cover the traces.

  The young man stared at the position of the male classmate, his clean and wet eyes, those eyes were no longer like clear spring water, and at some point, a gloomy gloom appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

   made her overly delicate eyebrows even more confusing.

  The beauty is too fragrant.

   The male classmate looked at the young man's eyes, and he never dared to take another look.

   The graduation party didn't end until nearly ten o'clock, and the people in the class left one after another.

  Wen Xien still sat in the seat with his eyes closed.

   Several girls came to call her, but the young man didn't care, and his face was indifferent and inhumane.

   Everyone in the class left, leaving only Wen Xien sitting in his place.

   Not long after, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the originally silent corridor.

   The monitor disappeared and returned, and his eyes flickered when he saw Wen Xien who was still in the classroom.

   He walked to Wen Xi'en's table, and the young man was surrounded by the shadows reflected.

   Wen Xien's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

   Looking at the obsessed boy in front of him, the young man smiled.

   The gentle temperament of the thin and long young man carries a dark and depraved hope, and he looks unconscious when he smiles.

   Alluring and dangerous.

  The boy was like a scholar who was seduced by spirits in Liaozhai. He couldn't turn his head around, he didn't even know why he had to return to the classroom, his heartbeat was abnormal as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

   Confused, he slowly leaned over and leaned over, his breath was accompanied by the fragrance of the youth.

   The young man looked at him with a smile, as if he was silently tolerant and indulgent, allowing people to do whatever they wanted.

"what!"

   The squad leader let out a painful cry, and someone grabbed his hair and dragged him back. Before he could even react, he was beaten by the oncoming fist and was speechless.

   The punches and kicks were heavy and ruthless, and the squad leader's mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He saw Chen Jia's terrifying face like Shura in his blurry vision, and then he lost consciousness.

   Wen Xien said lightly: "Enough."

   Chen Jia's eyes were red, and the knuckles of his fingers were stained with blood. I don't know if it was his or someone else's.

   He turned around and stared coldly at the boy in front of him with indifferent red eyes.

   He breathed hard, his extremely low voice was unstable, suppressing the violence in his heart, "Why! Why don't you resist?"

Wen Xien looked at the young man casually, her brows were half-closed, she stared at him intently, her pale lips were slightly curved, her beautiful and clean eyes were cold and cold, "I wanted to run away, but you let me be obedient here. waiting for you."

   "I'm gone, you won't be able to find me."

  Youth is pale, full of naive temptations of destruction.

   She looked at Chen Jia close at hand, her picturesque brows furrowed, as if helpless.

Chen Jia shivered and put his hand on the young man's face. The warm and greasy touch was a familiar feeling of crazy obsession. Once he got on it, he couldn't get rid of it again, but he left a mark on the young man's pale cheeks. A bloodstain, his hand trembled, panicked and wanted to wipe it clean, but the more he wiped it, the more dirty he became, his eyes reddened with pain and paranoia.

   "It's dirty, Sheehan is sorry, I got you dirty..."

   The young man lowered his eyelashes coldly and indifferently.

  Chen Jia was like a mad dog. He wanted to hug the young man, but he was afraid that the blood on his hands would stain her again.

   (end of this chapter)