The yandere boy is so scheming

The weather is very good today, a very pleasant cloudy day.

It rained last night, and the trunks of the locust trees behind the experimental building were washed black and shiny, and the branches were spread out wildly, with strings of white locust flowers hanging on them.

A few white petals fell gently and slowly in the wind.

Shen Sichun walked to the dormitory carrying a mini backpack and a small plastic bag of daily necessities, humming a song in a good mood.

She usually doesn't stay in the dormitory, but she still bought a bed and sometimes goes back to sleep at noon.

Her upper body is in a boyfriend-style white shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned to reveal her delicate collarbone and the platinum pendant necklace. Her lower body is in a pair of dark blue jeans paired with a pair of brown high boots, with the hem tied casually into the pants. Here, sports and leisure.

She is tall and slender, with chestnut curly hair hanging down to her waist. She has a unique sense of strength and wild beauty.

But what she didn't notice was a young man standing under a locust tree not far away with his hands in his pockets.

He was wearing a black mask, revealing only his cold brows and eyes, but outlining his neat and superior jawline.

The young man tilted his head slightly, his cold white complexion looked a bit paler under the faint shadow of the swaying trees, and his calm eyes clearly reflected the girl's figure.

She was looking down at her phone and didn't see anyone in front of her at all.

Chi Yanzhi's eyes turned cold and he stepped up to catch up.

She suddenly felt someone grabbing her schoolbag from behind, and there was a hint of grievance in the boy's voice: "Idiot."

Shen Sichun turned his head and his eyes fell on his conspicuous black mask.

"what?"

He had been avoiding her since he quietly left her house that day.

After returning to the apartment in the evening, I slipped into the bedroom.

I kept wearing a mask during the day and never took it off in front of her.

She was so upset for him.

"You didn't even come to me." The young man's voice was cold.

Shen Sichun put his cell phone in his pocket, looked at him squarely, and smiled: "You are the one who avoided me, okay? Now you know that you are here to investigate?"

"I didn't hide from you."

Chi Yanzhi bent down to take the bag in her hand and couldn't help but hug her.

His arms were wrapped around her shoulders, his chin rested lazily on top of her head, and he naturally picked up the soft hair and gently entangled it.

"Do you have the nerve to say that?"

Shen Sichun smiled muffledly, but he held his waist down from behind.

He followed her words and said, "Sorry."

Shen Sichun suddenly thought of the words he said to him that night about being swollen like a pig's head and that he didn't like it, and then thought of the mask he wore every day...

He couldn't be serious.

God, what kind of cutie is this?

The swollen face was caused by being beaten, and it's not like it won't go away. It's been like that for a lifetime.

Thinking about it, she burst into laughter, pushed him away slightly, pointed at the mask on his face, and said seriously: "Why are you wearing a mask?"

"Don't worry about it."

Chi Yanzhi frowned, looking at the girl's face trying to hold back a smile, and couldn't help it for a moment.

"Hahahahaha... you... you don't really believe my lies, do you? I... hahaha... I lied to you."

Shen Sichun couldn't stop laughing, and bent down to cover his stomach that hurt from laughter.

Although he was laughing at him, he looked at the girl smiling happily, and a faint smile flashed under the black mask.

A minute and a half later——

Shen Sichun raised his head again and patted his face hard with his palm to suppress the upward curve of the corners of his lips.

"Take off your mask, let me see?"

She stood on tiptoes and reached out to take off his mask, but he turned his head slightly to avoid her.

"Ugly." He held her waist and pulled her close, resting his chin on the crook of her neck and said in a low voice, "Don't look."

Shen Sichun let him lean on him, and after a while he said, "Since you won't show me, I'll leave first."

Hearing this, Jun frowned for a moment, hugged her harder, and tightened his arms.

It was as if he wanted to rub the girl in his arms into his bones and blood.

"Don't Chun Chun even miss me?"

"I don't want to." Shen Sichun answered simply.

The remaining curvature of the corners of the mouth under the mask disappeared completely, his brows were dull, his heart was trembling slightly, and the dense pain was spreading.

His long, cold white fingertips climbed up to the shell of his ear, and gently lifted one side of the mask, exposing his entire face.

The swollen half of the face has basically subsided, but the areas where red bloodshot eyes appeared before have turned blue.

In stark contrast to his cold white skin, it looked a bit dazzling.

He slowly turned her head to one side and stroked her ear with his lips: "But, I miss you."

The young man's voice was hoarse, with a rising ending, and was inexplicably bewitching.

Shen Sichun was caught off guard by his straight ball, but he felt the rare vulnerability and uneasiness in his tone.

He thought she was going crazy.

He hasn't touched her these days. He can only look at her figure in front of the computer screen every night, and secretly kiss her eagerly in the middle of the night after she falls asleep.

He didn't dare to go deep in, for fear that she would wake up and see his face.

In all his life, he had never done anything he regretted. This was the only thing he regretted more than once.

"I regret."

"Don't want me."

He murmured, rubbing the side of her neck with one hand, and then kissed her.

"Stupid."

"Fool."

"Little crying bag."

"Squeamish bag."

"Little heartless."

"..."

Every time he said a name, his lips moved up a little, and he slowly kissed her cherry lips.

It seems that I want to make up for all the shortcomings of the past few days.

Not one less.

Shen Sichun was a little shocked, not knowing that he had already given her such a nickname.

He thrust in passionately and forcefully, and the love that had been suppressed for so long suddenly burst out, and the kiss had a somewhat ferocious meaning.

Suddenly, when Shen Sichun forced his chin up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few marshmallow-like white clouds dotted in the blue sky, like the graffiti of a naughty child.

The blurred eyes suddenly became clear.

She was in school. Even though she was in university, it was really embarrassing to be seen.

She turned her head hard to avoid his pursuing lips, pushed him away, and her breath was messed up: "No more."

The young man stared at her, with a hint of displeasure hidden in his dark eyes, and unconsciously stretched out his pink tongue to gently lick his lower lip.

Desirable and flirtatious.

Shen Sichun deliberately changed the subject, "Why do you give me so many nicknames?"

He pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes lingering on the girl's swaying lips intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to take a bite.

suck.

"It's not a nickname." He added in a hoarse voice: "It's a nickname."

Shen Sichun's pupils shrank, and his heart seemed to be hit by electricity for a moment...

My ears started to feel hot again.

She suddenly felt like she was with him and had a fever every day.

He put the mask back on, and his cold brows were finally stained with a pleasant smile.

He stretched out his hand to pull hers, and a faint cold fragrance hit him, "I'll take you back."

Shen Sichun's forehead felt hot, and he grabbed the bag in his hand and ran quickly with it.

He didn’t forget to turn around and complain: “Old gangster!”