If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Zhong An seemed to smile.

From Song Chuyi's angle, he could only see the corners of his mouth twitching.

The sound coming from deep in his throat didn't sound human, and it was impossible to tell whether he was laughing or not.

But Song Chuyi guessed that he should be laughing.

Because the next second, Zhong An really kissed her.

But instead of kissing his mouth, I kissed his waist.

My waist had turned red from his pinch and was already feeling slightly hot.

It felt even hotter after being kissed by him.

It was the first time he saw someone kissing the waist.

Song Chuyi laughed very disrespectfully.

"Why are you so stupid?"

"Shouldn't we kiss?"

Zhong An raised his head and looked at the transfer student who was trapped on the wall by the shadow, his eyes heavy.

"fool?"

He repeated the word, and his throat moved as if he was chewing it over and over again.

Kissed again.

He kissed her very hard, and her already rosy skin turned even brighter red.

It is embellished around the waist, which is shocking.

Song Chuyi:...

Blood sucking bug? Kiss so hard.

It was getting darker, and even the lights in the corridor dimmed for some reason.

There was no light in the entire corridor.

Song Chuyi even felt that Zhong An's eyes were brighter than the darkness.

It’s not even midnight yet, but the carnival is still going on.

As the first place, he could not fight against Zhong An who was last.

Whatever he does, he must suffer.

That's the rule.

Rules created by the villain himself.

Song Chuyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, trying to see something in the darkness.

But Zhong An bit him at this time.

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

"You can kiss me if you want, why bite me?"

Zhong An raised his head. He was clearly half-kneeling, but he was not at a disadvantage and was even slightly in a superior position.

"Not paying attention."

A ghostly voice echoed in the empty and dark corridor.

Song Chuyi said "Oh".

Well, he was a little distracted.

But the villains are so abominable, so what's wrong with him not paying attention?

Song Chuyi snorted, "If I don't concentrate, then I won't concentrate. What can you do to me?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Kiss me if you can."

What’s the point of kissing the waist?

Half-kneeling, he completely covered himself, and the darkness prevented him from seeing anything.

But that doesn't mean he's unaware of his body's reactions.

Song Chuyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Your body is much more honest than your mouth."

Zhong An heard this and slowly stood up.

He seemed to no longer disguise himself, and his seemingly thin body exuded a sense of strength.

He was a head taller than Song Chuyi, and when he stood up completely, he looked very oppressive.

His big hand gently stroked Song Chuyi's face. His fingertips were a little rough, and the soft face soon turned red after rubbing against it.

The corners of his mouth seemed to curl up.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Song Chuyi's school uniform disappeared.

Warmth came from his lips, robbing him of the air.

Song Chuyi quickly lost his strength and collapsed in Zhong An's arms.

Consciousness gradually became blurred.

In a trance he heard Zhong An's murmur.

"Welcome to my new world."

----

After the darkness, there will be dawn.

Song Chuyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.

He was lying in the last row of the classroom, next to the calculus teacher who was giving a lecture at the podium.

The students were all listening to the class attentively, and so was Zhong An, who was sitting next to him.

Song Chuyi blinked.

Is the carnival day over?

He lowered his head and lifted up his school uniform, and saw that his waist was covered with purple marks.

You can imagine how fiercely the villain kissed.

He tilted his head and looked at Zhong An.

Today he was not wearing glasses, and his originally thick bangs were combed up, revealing his full forehead.

Those sharp eyes stared intently at the podium, not dull and numb as before, but with a kind of confidence and pride emanating from the bones.

It's a bit strange, Song Chuyi thought to himself.

Just at this moment, the teacher on the podium spoke.

"Next we will have a test in class."

The test paper was soon delivered to Song Chuyi.

He took a quick look and found that the questions were all very difficult, and some were even advanced mathematics that were not suitable for college students.

The difficulty is completely different from before.

Will the test become more difficult after the carnival day? Song Chuyi pondered and picked up his pen to prepare for the test.

But there seemed to be an invisible force preventing him from writing down the answer.

His eyelashes trembled and he put the pen down.

Zhong An next to him took ten minutes to hand in the test paper, and he did it quickly and accurately.

Not surprisingly, Zhong An got first place, and he got last place because he handed in a blank paper.

Song Chuyi supported his little face with one hand and looked at Zhong An with a faint smile on his face.

interesting.

Now the situation has reversed, he became the last one and Zhong An became the first one.

This was what Zhong An intended.

So what did he want to gain from creating such a counter-situation?

"It's time for the ceremony!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone surrounded Song Chuyi and Zhong An.

Zhong An stood up with one hand in his pocket, and his sharp eyes swept across Song Chuyi's bruised waist.

"Kneel down."

The first one has absolute right to dispose of the last one, and the sacrifice is also a bullying of the last one by the first one.

Song Chuyi chuckled, but did not kneel down. Instead, he stood up and pressed Zhong An's shoulder with one hand.

With a little force, he pushed the person onto the chair.

Before Zhong An could react, he sat astride his thighs.

His knees knelt on the cold, hard chair, sandwiched between Zhong An's thighs and the curve of the chair's armrests.

"Kneel down."

He chuckled, fingers touching his heart.

"Respected First Place, what else do you want?"

Everyone looked at Song Chuyi.

This posture does require you to kneel down, with your knees on a cold, hard bench, and also clamped by the angle of the chair. I imagine it must be very painful.

He was indeed kneeling, but something seemed wrong.

The originally wide school pants were tightly attached to the transfer student's hips because of the "kneeling" posture, outlining a perfect range.

Somewhat dazzling.

Zhong An held up the transfer student’s hips with one hand, his hand was so big.

If you slap it, it will definitely cause waves.

Perhaps because Zhong An didn't say anything, the transfer student spoke with a smile.

"Why is the number one silent? Do you think this kind of bullying is enough?"

How can it be enough?

Everyone thought so in their hearts.

The last one who is so arrogant deserves to be humiliated.

It would be best if he could have tears in his eyes and beg for mercy pitifully.

Zhong An glanced at everyone and said coldly, "Lower your head."

Everyone lowered their heads at the same time, not daring to resist.

Then Zhong An looked at Song Chuyi with a deep gaze.

"Those who provoke the first place will be punished."

Song Chuyi became happier.

"So what's the punishment for me being last?"

With a "slap", Zhong An slapped Song Chuyi on the buttocks.

The kind that doesn't involve school pants.