Don't leave after school!

He squinted his eyes and asked with a smirk about his appearance. Although Song Ziming didn't want to admit it, Gu Yang at that time, in his eyes, was really damn sexy...

If... If Gu Yang hadn't let him go...

……

"When my grandfather and your grandfather are not around, can I do something special to you, teacher?"

"Teacher, stay here tonight."

……

Chaotic memories flooded into his mind one after another, Song Ziming only felt as if his heart was being held in hands, and his hands were slowly lowering unconsciously.

There seemed to be a mobile phone ringing next to him, but he didn't hear it, and the blush on his cheeks became more and more intense.

When I woke up, the water in the bathtub was already cold.

Song Ziming only felt the pain in his head bursting. Looking at the wall clock on the wall, he actually lay in the bathtub for three hours!

When she got up to get out of the bathtub, she felt top-heavy for a while, and Song Ziming almost fell back.After finally returning to the bedroom, he just wiped his body in a hurry, without even drying his hair, he fell asleep again in a drowsy state.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the hunger in his stomach and the stickiness all over his body.

It was very dark in the room, and the street lamps outside the window were turned on.

Song Ziming took a heavy breath.His whole body was hot at the moment, and his head was heavy. The discomfort in his body told him that he must have a fever.

Subconsciously reached for the phone, before the screen was locked, he saw a dozen missed calls in the phone, all of which were from a call without a note.

Thinking about who was calling, it was hard for Song Ziming not to think about the messy things he was thinking about when he was lying in the bathtub.

I really deserve a cold and a fever!

Just as he turned on the desk lamp, the cell phone rang again suddenly.

Seeing the caller ID, Song Ziming had a complicated expression on his face, so he picked it up anyway.

"Could the teacher think that if you don't answer my phone, you can avoid me?!"

On the other end of the phone, Gu Yang, who had searched for a day but couldn't find Song Ziming, his face turned dark as hell.

He treasured the painting and brought it home, thinking that Song Ziming's refusal was just playing hard to get, but he didn't expect that Song Ziming didn't answer his phone calls all day long.

Listening to the anger in the young man's words, Song Ziming only felt a splitting headache. He pressed his temple hard, "What do you want from me?"

He didn't know it when he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Song Ziming felt as if there was a fire in his throat, which made him dry and painful, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

"You have a cold?" Gu Yang frowned.

"It seems to be." Song Ziming touched his forehead.

"Where do you live?"

There were sparse voices coming from the other end of the phone, and the young man seemed to be changing clothes.

Song Ziming knew that she couldn't tell him the location, but she didn't know if it was because people's hearts are more fragile when they have a cold. Song Ziming told him her address by accident.

"You wait."

After listening, Gu Yang hung up the phone.

"..." Song Ziming suddenly felt a little regretful, he clearly knew that Gu Yang had bad intentions for him.

He rejected him again and again with his mouth, but he accepted his approach bit by bit honestly in his heart.

Is he really hopeless?