How to break up with Diablo [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Wenci took a deep breath, and he found clean white paper and a pencil.At this time, Qin Mochuan was very happy, and his expression did not show any signs of darkening just now. He could feel the trembling heart of the target a few meters away from the target.

"Come here." Jiang Wenci lowered his docile and dark eyes, and the sunlight from outside the window shone in, reflecting a bit of seductiveness.He stroked Qin Mochuan's back and let him sit beside him.The palm of his hand touched the target's body, and the long-lost intense pleasure made the corners of Jiang Wenci's lips inadvertently murmur.

Qin Mochuan was frightened, thinking that he was not happy for messing with Jiang Wenci.He tensed up all of a sudden, his back straightened.

"Wen Wen...ci." Qin Mochuan said softly, trying to ask Jiang Wenci if he was angry.He always stutters, and the word Wen is pronounced as "Wen Wen"... But when he speaks it, there is a kind of tenderness, just like saying evening love words to the person he loves the most.

But why is he angry?Obviously, from beginning to end, he did something wrong.

Qin Mochuan is always used to blaming himself for his mistakes.

Jiang Wenci coughed a few times, and he said, "It's okay." He raised his eyes, picked up a pen, and was about to teach his target how to learn how to love you.But inexplicably guilty of worry.

With such a goal, it must be taught hand in hand.Being so close to the target, don't you want to die of pleasure?

"Wen Ci, why..." Qin Mochuan's nervousness had just eased, but when he saw Jiang Wenci's indifferent appearance, he became anxious again.A pair of blue eyes, brighter than before, stared at his frowning beautiful face.

It's not that Jiang Wenci doesn't like contact with the target, but that kind of pleasure makes him feel a deep sense of guilt.He smiled lightly when he came back to his senses, handed the pen to Qin Mochuan, and inadvertently avoided Qin Mochuan's thin and beautiful hands, and said, "You write first, and I will watch." Late.

He felt that when he got along with this silent and good-looking boy, time would be soaked slowly and softly by the boy's existence, and he gradually seemed to be less anxious about the task.

Qin Mochuan tensed up, obviously he was half-grown.When he was writing, he was still lying on the table like a primary school student, biting his lip and holding the pen, letting the ends of his hair randomly follow the movement range to block his eyes.His handsome cheeks were a little crooked by the table, but it could be seen that his face was very soft.The clumsy and serious appearance makes people feel distressed.

Looking at it then, Jiang Wenci was even more reluctant.

He held a half-length pencil between his fair fingers, and the strength of the pen grip made the knuckles of his fingers a little obvious, making him look very skinny and seductive.He stumbled and tried hard to brand the word love on the paper, he was very careful.Although it is still ugly, it can be regarded as correct and clear, and even the strokes are very precise and hard.It seems like a brand that should have been there, never changed.Like his feelings for him.

Qin Mochuan put down his pen, stroked his chin, and finally picked up the dusty eraser and rubbed it on.Pursing his lips, he pushed the paper away and Jiang Wenci said, "Wen, Wenci, it's finished." Qin Mochuan was very careful not to touch him, because when he touched him, he would feel a little sensitive.Qin Mochuan didn't understand what kind of pleasure it was, and he didn't understand why his face was flushed.

Jiang Wenci looked at these three words: I love you.

Still very ordinary...

But those who understand know that this is the most beautiful I love you in the world.

From a child, without any superfluous verbiage, without the impetus of money or lust.He will only ignorantly knead family, friendship and love into a ball, and carefully dedicate it to that person.

It is easy for Qin Mochuan to annihilate his affection for a person instantly because of a trivial matter, but at the same time, he will also have vigorous feelings for a person because of a trivial matter.This sentence is correct, Jiang Wenci frowned lightly, and he subconsciously began to think about the task.Obviously the target needs him very much, needs his existence.

"Why, how, how?" Qin Mochuan asked cautiously, shaking his fingertips.The handsome facial features of the young man in front of him, soaked in the warm light from above, made Qin Mochuan feel a strange pain in his lower body. He shook his head, and his golden hair swayed.I muttered in my heart: Am I sick...

Jiang Wenci raised his eyebrows distressedly, clutching the corner of his clothes, and said, "The words and feelings are both good." For you and me.

"That's great..." he said happily, and his frown suddenly relaxed.Qin Mochuan stared at Jiang Wenci's hazy eyes because of guilty conscience, and his lower body hurt even more.But the upper body is very happy, and it hurts from being happy, and it hurts too much from shaking.

Jiang Wenci originally wanted to continue teaching him to write these three characters, but thinking back, he had already given him the best affirmation.To teach him again, pointing out his mistakes, isn’t it just a denial of his perfect affirmation?

Forget it, as long as the target is happy.

When Qin Mochuan got emotional, he would stutter.With a twitch of his brain, he inexplicably called out the name of his subhuman: "Jiang, Wen Wen, Ci"

"Huh?" Jiang Wenci listened for a long time before hearing the target say the complete word, and it was very difficult to hear.He chuckled and replied, "What's the matter? Mo Chuan..."

"No, nothing, nothing." Qin Mochuan suppressed his excitement.

Jiang Wenci remembered that in addition to writing, he should also teach the target to speak. After all, this is one of the cures for autism.He casually scanned the paper with his fingertips, and traced that very hard love.He raised his eyes and said: "I have nothing to do today, let me teach you how to speak." On the one hand, it is for himself not to have to listen so hard in the future, and on the other hand, it is for the healing task.

There was curiosity and excitement in Qin Mochuan's eyes.

"Let's start, Jiang Wenci. Let's start." He let out a breath and lowered his eyes slightly. These three words are probably the most frequently spoken words by the target student.Qin Mochuan always liked to follow behind or beside him, calling Wenci, Jiang Wenci in a low voice and stammering.Even if there's nothing legitimate about it.

Qin Mochuan not only stuttered, but also had a big tongue.Jiang Wenci held the target's gentle palm, endured the excruciating pleasure, and pressed his cheek close to the mouth, allowing the target to feel his voice.

It's a bit of a shame though.

Jiang Wenci blushed.

Qin Mochuan was nervous and had physical defects, so he stammered more and more: "Jiang, Jiang, Wen Ci."

Jiang Wenci: ...

The pitiful and persistent look of the target made Jiang Wenci feel distressed.Jiang Wenci's heart fell flat, his white and delicate fingers passed through the soft blond hair at the back of Qin Mochuan's head, and leaned over to press his lips.While saying his name, Jiang Wenci gently kissed the target, so that the target could really feel the change in the pronunciation of his tongue.Jiang Wenci's warm and soft lips and tongue rubbed the target's heart a little itchy.

Qin Mochuan's lower body hurt even more.

Jiang Wenci tried his best to make up for the love he owed when he left due to work in the future. He knew that he would eventually owe this boy his whole life.

The author has something to say: the author fell asleep before updating yesterday, and got up to update.Thank you for being a genius like mine~

I don’t know if Qin’s three-year-old hair has grown or not_(:зゝ∠)_