The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Zhuo Qian was completely shocked.

Seeing Yan Shuyang's face getting closer and closer to him, his mind was instantly filled with question marks of all sizes.

Is Yan Shuyang crazy? !

What is Yan Shuyang doing? !

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

In his lifetime, Zhuo Qian understood what it means to have ten thousand mud horses galloping past his eyes.

Just when Yan Shuyang's lips were about to stick to him, Zhuo Qian, who realized it belatedly, turned his head suddenly. Fortunately, Yan Shuyang didn't force much on his chin, and the pressed lips gently brushed his cheeks.

Yan Shuyang's fingers were cold, and his lips were also cold but soft.

If it wasn't for Yan Shuyang's closeness, even breathing on Zhuo Qian's cheek, Zhuo Qian even thought that the kiss just now was just his own illusion.

But obviously, all this is not his illusion.

Zhuo Qian didn't know why Yan Shuyang did this, but he could clearly feel his nausea.

The feelings of being kissed by Yan Shuyang and being kissed by Shen Jialan are completely different. When being kissed by Shen Jialan, he was delighted, excited, and happy, but when being kissed by Yan Shuyang, he was only shocked, disgusted, and rejected.

Angrily, he pushed Yan Shuyang away, desperately suppressing the urge to punch this person, and said angrily, "What do you want to confirm? Are you sick?"

Pushed by him, Yan Shuyang staggered back, but he didn't answer Zhuo Qian's words, with a faint smile on his face, his gaze swept across Zhuo Qian's sullen face, and then turned to a certain place behind Zhuo Qian.

Zhuo Qian seemed to have sensed it, and was about to turn his head to look, but suddenly heard the sound of feet stepping on the snow.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and soon came behind Zhuo Qian.

The smile in Yan Shuyang's eyes gradually deepened, he stared straight at the person behind Zhuo Qian, tilted his head, and said to himself, "It seems that I guessed right."

Before the words fell, Shen Jialan passed Zhuo Qian and walked straight towards Yan Shuyang.

Shen Jialan walked all the way to look for Zhuo Qian, wrapped in cold air, but at this moment, his face was colder than the breath on his body, as if it could condense into frost at any time.

Yan Shuyang stood still, watching Shen Jialan walk in front of him.

Shen Jialan said expressionlessly: "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Yan Shuyang thought for a while and asked, "When did you two get together?"

Shen Jialan said, "Last month."

Yan Shuyang seemed to have remembered something, and immediately showed a clear expression: "I should have guessed it earlier."

"Finished asking?" Shen Jialan raised his chin and clenched his fists calmly, "Then it's my turn—"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yan Shuyang's abdomen.

Yan Shuyang couldn't dodge in time, so he took Shen Jialan's kick abruptly, who knew that Shen Jialan used almost [-]% of his strength to kick him, making him groan, and suddenly fell backwards into the snow.

For a moment, Yan Shuyang felt so painful that he could vomit a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Shen Jialan didn't give Yan Shuyang a chance to slow down, stepped forward, picked up Yan Shuyang's clothes, and punched Yan Shuyang in the face again.

The muffled sound of fist hitting flesh filled the quiet woods, Zhuo Qian's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

"Shen Jialan!" Zhuo Qian couldn't help shouting.

Shen Jialan's raised hand stopped suddenly, and he turned to look at Zhuo Qian.

I don't know if Yan Shuyang's behavior was stunned by anger, Shen Jialan's eyes were stained with blood red, and there was a strong hostility lingering in his eyes.

Zhuo Qian was frightened by Shen Jialan's terrifying appearance, swallowed secretly, glanced at Yan Shuyang who was bleeding from the nose, and whispered, "Forget it, Shen Jialan."

Shen Jialan paused for a long time, but slowly let go.

Zhuo Qian walked over to pull him: "Let's go."

Shen Jialan's face was still terribly gloomy, but at least he listened to Zhuo Qian's words, he let go of Yan Shuyang's collar, and without giving Yan Shuyang any peripheral vision, he got up and walked towards Zhuo Qian.

At this moment, Yan Shuyang, who was sitting slumped on the ground, suddenly moved, and he rushed towards Shen Jialan.

Shen Jialan was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground by Yan Shuyang.

The corner of Yan Shuyang's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he looked down at Shen Jialan condescendingly. He had never treated Shen Jialan like this before, he was used to being cautious, and suddenly indulged once, it felt so fresh.

"Did I ever tell you that you have a bad temper?" Yan Shuyang said with a smile, "Actually, I really hate your bad temper. You are impulsive, irritable, and beat people indiscriminately, and you still need me to clean up the mess for you." , the young master who hides in the ivory tower, does things recklessly."

A layer of ice had already formed in Shen Jialan's eyes, and he stared at Yan Shuyang coldly: "Get out of the way."

Yan Shuyang refused, but the smile on his face faded: "But you are such an annoying person, you can get whatever you want, even if you like someone, you can get a response."

Shen Jialan sneered: "Did I ever say that you look ugly when you become angry from embarrassment?"

Yan Shuyang smiled: "You look ugly when you are proud."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly pressed down heavily on Shen Jialan, raised his fist and smashed it down.

Shen Jialan blocked Yan Shuyang's fist with his arm, bent his knee and hit Yan Shuyang's leg.

As a result, Yan Shuyang was already prepared, and he pinched his other hand and waved towards Shen Jialan.

The two fought in the snow like this.

Although Yan Shuyang's strength and fighting experience were inferior to Shen Jialan's, Shen Jialan didn't always have the upper hand. There were two or three times when Yan Shuyang took advantage of Shen Jialan's surprise and unexpectedly attacked Shen Jialan.

Shen Jialan's skin was already as white as a piece of mutton fat jade, and the rapidly red and swollen part was set off by his complexion.

Zhuo Qian felt distressed when he saw it, he hurriedly took off his coat and ran over, aiming at Yan Shuyang's head and covering it.

Yan Shuyang never dreamed that Zhuo Qian would come out like this, so he was stunned for a moment.

Zhuo Qian said to Shen Jialan who was also stunned for a moment: "Don't hesitate! Beat him up!"

Shen Jialan was amused by Zhuo Qian's pretended fierce expression.

With Zhuo Qian joining, Shen Jialan beat Yan Shuyang almost in a crushing manner.

After the beating, Yan Shuyang didn't have the strength to resist anymore. He was still covered by Zhuo Qian's down jacket, and he simply sat down on the snow, holding his covered head with his hands, as if he was at his mercy.

Yan Shuyang's muffled voice came through the down jacket: "Let's fight, you two, I can't beat you."

Zhuo Qian became angry when he thought of what happened just now, and said, "You deserved the beating."

"Yeah, I deserve it." Yan Shuyang said slowly, "I now regret that I didn't pay attention to let you avoid it just now. Anyway, I will be beaten in the end. Kissing the face is worse than kissing the mouth."

This sentence successfully angered Shen Jialan, and without saying a word, Shen Jialan punched Yan Shuyang again.

At this moment, shouts sounded not far away, mixed with the voices of Qiao Jie and Qi Haomiao. It should be that they didn't go back too late, and everyone came to find them.

Zhuo Qian didn't want to be caught in the middle of their fight, so he put away his down jacket, grabbed Shen Jialan's hand and walked in another direction.

Yan Shuyang seemed to be sitting on the snow without moving.

Zhuo Qian felt that the eyes behind him were looking at him for a moment, as if they wanted to see through him.

After walking for a while, Zhuo Qian couldn't help but look back, and found that Yan Shuyang was still sitting there, facing the direction they were in.

Seeing Zhuo Qian turning his head, Yan Shuyang narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly at him.

The next second, a hand suddenly covered Zhuo Qian's eyes, and forcefully hugged his head into his arms.

"Don't look at it." Shen Jialan said displeased.

Zhuo Qian hummed amusedly: "Okay, don't watch it."

"Are you dressed yet?"

Zhuo Qian obediently replied: "It's ready."

It's just that it was too cold when he took off his down jacket just now. When he covered Yan Shuyang's head with the down jacket, his whole body was shivered by the cold wind. It seemed that the cold wind had blown into his bones. Until now, he still feels his hands and feet are cold.

Trembling, Zhuo Qian retracted his hands into his sleeves, and was about to put them in his pockets, but Shen Jialan's hand covering his eyes suddenly dropped down, and fumbled into his sleeves to grab his hand.

Zhuo Qian was afraid that his hands would be cold to Shen Jialan, so he struggled subconsciously, but Shen Jialan grabbed him even tighter.

"Why is it so cold?"

"It's a bit cold." Zhuo Qian said, "It will be fine after a while."

Shen Jialan didn't speak, and interlocked Zhuo Qian's fingers, then took Zhuo Qian's hand and put it into his pocket.

Zhuo Qian's hands were really cool, and they were pressed against Shen Jialan's hands, and the warm temperature passed along Shen Jialan's palms. For a while, his hands seemed to be much warmer.

However, Shen Jialan's expression still did not relax, he walked back without saying a word with a sullen face, as if sullen.

Zhuo Qian felt that Shen Jialan was in a bad mood, so he silently let Shen Jialan lead him away.

After walking a few steps, Shen Jialan couldn't help it anymore, stopped suddenly, raised his other hand and wiped Zhuo Qian's cheek vigorously.

Zhuo Qian was so staggered by Shen Jialan that he almost lost his footing, but luckily Shen Jialan was holding onto his hand firmly.

"In the future, if you see that person, stay away, he has no good intentions for you." Shen Jialan's brows were twisted into a knot, and his words also had a sour taste.

If the person in front of him was Shen Jialan, Zhuo Qian thought it was Qiao Jie who was talking.

I have to say that Shen Jialan looks very similar to Qiao Jie when he gets jealous, they are both cute.

Zhuo Qian nodded amusedly: "Okay, from now on I will hide from him when I see him."

Shen Jialan rubbed Zhuo Qian's cheek for a long time, finally bowed his head and kissed on the same place with difficulty.

Zhuo Qian stared blankly at Shen Jialan.

Shen Jialan pursed her lips: "Okay, cover it."

Zhuo Qian burst into a smile, he didn't know where the impulse came from, and stepped forward to bite Shen Jialan's lips.

Shen Jialan's lips are very thin and cold, and they feel similar to Yan Shuyang's lips when touched, but Zhuo Qian has no disgust or repulsion in his heart, he can hear the sound of his heart beating, and he can also feel Shen Jialan's slow breathing. frequency.

At this moment, even Night Breeze wasn't that cold anymore.

Shen Jialan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he immediately stretched out his hand to grab Zhuo Qian's head, and deepened the kiss forcefully.

Zhuo Qian didn't kiss much, and his little experience was devoted to Shen Jialan. For him, kissing with Shen Jialan was not only nervous and exciting, but also - too tiring.

The tongue is really tired!

Zhuo Qian even wondered if he was looking for a chance to exercise his tongue, but how to exercise it?

After kissing for about 5 minutes, Zhuo Qian couldn't take it any longer, he pushed Shen Jialan away abruptly, turned his head and gasped for breath.

Halfway through his breath, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two people on the snow not far away.

It happened to be two people he knew - Qiao Jie and Qi Haomiao.

These two people stood side by side with dull expressions, looking at them with dazed eyes. I don't know how long these two people have been here or how long they have been watching.

This glance frightened Zhuo Qian enough, he felt like he had seen a ghost, before he had time to think about anything, he quickly backed away, trying to distance himself from Shen Jialan, but fell to the side in a daze because of his unsteady footsteps .

Shen Jialan grabbed Zhuo Qian's arm with quick eyes and hands, and directly took Zhuo Qian into his arms.

The scene in front of Zhuo Qian's eyes flickered, and then his whole face was buried on Shen Jialan's chest, the roots of his exposed ears were red, and his hands were tightly clutching Shen Jialan's clothes, shaking with fright.

In fact, he didn't plan to hide from Qiao Jie and the others for too long, but he didn't plan to come out under such circumstances either!

It's over! It's over!

Qiao Jie and Qi Haomiao must have seen everything!

Zhuo Qian really wanted to bury his face here for the rest of his life and just be a coward for the rest of his life. He didn't know how to explain being bumped into under such circumstances.

"It's okay." Shen Jialan said, patted Zhuo Qian's back reassuringly, and he waved to Qiao Jie and Qi Haomiao, "Come here."

Qiao Jie: "..."

Qi Haomiao: "..."

At this moment, a thought emerged in their minds at the same time, did they see something they shouldn't see and they were going to be killed and silenced?

Zhuo Qian didn't look up, so he couldn't see the terrified faces of Qiao Jie and Qi Haomiao, but soon, he heard the wailing of Qiao Jie and Qi Haomiao: "Boss, we were temporarily blind just now, we didn't see anything, you just Spare our lives!"