senior cry

Yan Ze staggered and flung himself on the white quilt, his wrists were imprisoned and he couldn't move, and his chin was lifted.

"what are you doing?"

No matter how good-tempered Rao is, he couldn't help frowning.

"Why, you can't help but reveal your true nature?"

Lu Lin jokingly said, "I thought the senior was a robot programmed to smile forever."

Never having been ridiculed so harshly before, Yan Ze's fair face flushed a little bit, his lips were tightly pursed, obviously trying to endure it, and his eye sockets became more red because of this.

Lu Lin felt his throat tighten, and the feeling of ready to move came again.

The hot little video he watched just now did not arouse him in the slightest. Looking at Yan Zeyin's angry face at close range now, he actually finds it more attractive than those pictures that deliberately stimulate the eyeballs.

At the same time, a strange desire arises.

Want to see him cry.

I want to see his shortness of breath and red eye sockets, watery eyes, wet eyes, even the tip of his nose is red, and his ruddy lips are biting lightly in grievance...

It was the first time that Lu Lin discovered that his imagination was so powerful.

But just imagining, like scratching the itch, is far from enough.

Lu Lin's fingers pinching his chin tightened, his expression gradually lost control, and he didn't know what to do to relieve the anxiety and dissatisfaction all over his body.

"Let go!"

Yan Ze was in pain, his temper also came up, and he tried hard to break free.

But the strength was very different, and instead, the opponent used both hands, dragging him almost into his arms.

Yan Ze was in pain and embarrassed. For the first time, he didn't want to maintain a friendly attitude. He raised his head and sneered, "Student, I think you should see a psychiatrist instead of a school doctor."

Being scolded as sick, Lu Lin laughed instead.

"It's okay if you want me to let go."

He lowered his head and leaned closer to Yan Ze, with the corner of his mouth turned to one side, "Senior, as long as you cry and come and see, and beg me when you cry, I will let you go."

Being humiliated by words again, Yan Ze blurted out, "You are dreaming."

Lu Lin pretended to be surprised, "Senior, why are you so fierce? If those students who praised you as a saint saw it, how disappointed you would be."

Yan Ze has never met someone who is so good at being annoying.

"I do not have……"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of high-heeled shoes came from far to near, and then stopped abruptly at the door.

Teacher Li, the female school doctor, watched their twisted and delicate postures, and pushed the glasses.

"I'm not old-fashioned, but I still want to remind you that it's best not to be on campus next time."

Taking advantage of Lu Lin's distraction, Yan Ze finally broke free, stood up, and straightened his messy clothes.

The usual gentle smile had returned to his face.

"Mr. Li, I have to leave first."

Watching him leave quickly, Lu Lin suddenly thought of something, and asked the school doctor, "Teacher, do you have medicine for eye inflammation?"

Yan Ze left without consulting about his eyes. At night, he regretted it because his eyes were even more uncomfortable.

All the blame on that inexplicable freshman.

Yan Ze returned to the dormitory sullenly, and found a bottle of eye drops on his desk.

"Where did this come from?"

He asked the only roommate in the dormitory.

"Huh?" The roommate took a look, confused, "I don't know, I was in the laundry room just now."

Yan Ze saw that there was still a piece of paper covered on the table, and turned it over to see that it said: Your eyes are very red today, please take some eye drops.

Signed: Teacher Li.

Yan Ze was a little surprised and grateful.

Although there was a hint of doubt in my heart, how did Teacher Li get into the boys' dormitory?

But it was quickly forgotten.

After taking the eye drops, he felt better. Yan Ze checked his mailbox as usual, but there was still no new news.

But after so many years of getting used to it, he was only disappointed for a while, then turned off the computer and went to bed early.

In a daze, he sat up again, staggered towards the infirmary, and wanted to thank Teacher Li.

But the infirmary was empty at night, and there was no wind, but he saw the blue curtain shaking during the day.

He went over and drew back the curtain.

There were two figures intertwined, although they were blurry, but Yan Ze could see what they were doing.

They are too bold!

Yan Ze thought to himself.

At this time, the man who had been tilting his head seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head to look at him.

Under the moonlight, Yan Ze saw that face clearly, and his hair stood on end.

That is - himself!