Self-investment

The warm touch on her lips made Luo Yimu's eyes dilate and her pupils constricted. She grabbed Jian Ling's shoulders and pressed against her, not daring to move. She even held her breath. The sound of her heart beating was deafening. The flashlights of the patrolling security guards swept around the classroom, and when they heard the noise from their side, the light shone straight towards them, and it was only [-] centimeters away that they could hit Luo Yimu and Jian Ling's bodies. The look of twisted lips and teeth is all in the eyes.

At this critical moment, Luo Yimu's whole attention was on the security guard outside the window, praying for him to go to the next classroom when he could go to the next classroom, but at this moment, Jian Ling stuck out his tongue and gently pressed it between her lips. Lick it!

The light and tentative touch was softer than what could be felt with the palm, and it also had a sweet taste. Luo Yimu frowned fiercely, and his heart stopped beating.She felt Jian Ling's lips tugging lightly, as if she had opened a smile, let go of her collar, and wrapped her hands around her neck like snakes. The tentative licking and kissing became reckless. Attacking her tight lips one after another, trying to pry open her teeth and slip in.

Luo Yimu twisted Jian Ling's back waist in a warning manner, and Jian Ling's half body suddenly softened in her hands, and a suppressed and patient sob came out of his throat, and only a soft "Yeah" was left in Luo Yimu's ears. "Hearing her eyes were dark, her throat was dry and astringent.

Luo Yimu's heart was beating like it was going to burst her chest. She had been serious for more than 30 years in the first half of her life, and she had never done such an outrageous thing. Although she didn't care about other people's eyes, it was always embarrassing to people, especially this one If rumors spread that "a female professor of Jinling University kissed an unknown woman in the classroom", such a scandal would be nothing to Luo Yimu, and she could go back to the United States, and there was always a way out, but Jian Ling couldn't do it. Ling's relatives, friends, and the small Internet cafe she relies on for a living, her roots are here, if this matter is seen by the security guards, it will definitely spread, once it gets out, Jian Ling's future life will be ruined.

She is still so young, she can act boldly without considering the consequences, but Luo Yimu can't.

Luo Yimu has no obligation to be responsible for Jian Ling's life. This young woman will be ruined for the rest of her life, and it has nothing to do with her. Influence.

However, this young woman was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter, and teased her with her tongue one after another.

The fear and excitement of being discovered made Luo Yimu's adrenaline soar, her blood vessels seemed to burst, and she hugged Jian Ling excitedly, not knowing what to do.

Just when the light was about to hit Luo Yimu, the security guard's mobile phone rang in his trouser pocket, and the song of the vast and heroic grassland resounded throughout the night. Luo Yimu had never thought that a song could be so beautiful. The rough and unrestrained singing voice coming from the inferior mobile phone loudspeaker is more intoxicating than the "First Piano Concerto" performed by the top symphony orchestra in Vienna.

"Hello?" The security guard turned to answer the phone and turned off the flashlight.

The muscles of Luo Yimu's whole body suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long breath. Jian Ling took this opportunity to attack her lips in one fell swoop. Finally, the tip of his tongue penetrated a slit in her lips, pushed open her teeth, and grabbed her. tongue lingering.

The temperature in Luo Yimu's mouth was burning, her brain hummed, and she couldn't hear anything, only Jian Ling's messy movements around her tongue, which was sweeter and softer than the taste, Luo Yimu's eyes were red, hugging Jian Ling, wrapped around Jian Ling viciously, changed from passive to active, bit the tip of her tongue, and felt Jian Ling limp into a ball under her body.

The sound of the security guard's footsteps became farther and farther away. Luo Yimu and Jian Ling separated in the darkness, leaning against each other's chests, panting fiercely, and the soft parts squeezed each other with the panting movements. Jian Ling's arms were still hanging like boneless. On Luo Yimu's arm, he hooked her down again, kissed her on the lips, and sighed, "I'm willing to let me die now."

Luo Yimu pulled her hand away, sat up straight again, calmed his breathing, and then turned cold, "Miss Jian, don't get me wrong, impulsiveness doesn't mean anything."

Jane made all the sweet and happy expressions froze on her face, and sat up from the cold chair.

"What do you mean?" She half-closed her eyes and asked dangerously.

"Literally." Luo Yimu's tongue licked around the inside of her mouth, the slight sweetness left by Jian Ling was still in her mouth, and her eyes flashed dimly, but the words she said did not leave any emotion behind, " It's just an accident of out-of-control hormones, it doesn't mean anything."

She paused, and then said: "I said I hate you, and this has never changed."

In the past, Jian Ling would still believe this, and she might feel sad, but after experiencing that encounter at Luo's house, she saw with her own eyes how Luo Yimu desperately saved her, and she already knew that Luo Yimu was lying. She was amused by Luo Yimu's stubborn duplicity until now, she chuckled in the dark, climbed onto Luo Yimu's arm, hung on her like a sloth, and lazily echoed: "I know, I know Yes, you've said it twice, I don't need to repeat it, I know you hate me."

The corner of Luo Yimu's mouth twitched, for a moment he didn't know what to do with this thick-skinned woman.

"Mumu, do you know that every time you say you hate me, my heart feels like being stabbed with a knife." Jian Ling breathed out in Luo Yimu's ear, "But when I hug you, I kiss you." You, no matter how deep your wound is, you will be healed the moment you touch it, it is more effective than any panacea."

The second half of the sentence was rhetoric, Luo Yimu only heard Jian Ling say that someone stabbed her heart with a knife.

Luo Yimu lowered his eyes and said nothing.She thought that Jian Ling was a heartless bastard, but she didn't expect that Jian Ling also had a heart, and that heart had already been stabbed twice by Luo Yimu's words.

Luo Yimu felt a little regretful and determined not to say anything that hated her in the future.

Even if you don't want to be with her, there is no need to hurt her. The vicious words hurt a hundred times more than the real wound, Luo Yimu couldn't bear it.

"Let's go." Luo Yimu groped his way up in the dark, "It's getting late."

It was inconvenient for her to move in the dark, so she held onto the edge of the table and slowly touched it little by little. Jian Ling stood up after him, naturally took her left hand, and led her forward.

"I'll be your flashlight in the future." Jian Ling said.

Luo Yimu's heart suffocated.

Jian Ling said a lot of sweet words to Luo Yimu, she is a master of love words, those tiresome love words have been melted into her blood, she speaks without thinking, but very few touch Luo Yimu.Luo Yimu is already 35, she is not a little girl ignorant of the world, everyone is willing to listen to good words, Jian Ling's love words that come out of her mouth are not without effect on Luo Yimu, but they are insignificant, except for the occasional one or two heartbeats, the rest All the time, it's just a deaf ear, just listen to it.

This time, Jian Ling didn't say any greasy love words on purpose, she just looked at Luo Yimu's back in the dark groping forward so lonely, her nose was sore, she took her hand impulsively, and said that she would be her The flashlight in front of him, the dumb and ridiculous metaphor, like a kid who doesn't understand anything, makes Luo Yimu's heart throb like never before.

Luo Yimu has been groping alone in the dark for too long. She stays away from others, so they also stay away from her. She has only one friend in her life, and most of the time she is alone. Her hand, said to be her flashlight, so that her night is not so lonely.

She is too cold, no one has dared to approach her in 35 years, and she has never felt that loneliness is a bad thing. In her world, loneliness has become so unbearable ever since.

Luo Yimu's eyes were slightly hot, and he turned his face away, not wanting Jian Ling to find out.

In fact, Jian Ling saw it.

They had walked from the classroom to the corridor, the moonlight was bright, much brighter than in the classroom, Jian Ling could easily detect Luo Yimu's subtle emotions, she held Luo Yimu's hand, if Luo Yimu didn't break away, it meant Her heart has begun to soften.

Jian Ling moved closer to Luo Yimu, pretending not to know anything, and quietly leaned towards Luo Yimu's side, but Luo Yimu did not refuse.

It seems that the high-cold female professor is not as difficult to catch up as imagined. Jian Ling thought proudly that her method was wrong before, so she took a detour.

Even the professor was a little more soft-hearted than she imagined, and it took no effort at all.