as you meet

"How did you come—" Before Shi Yu finished speaking, Cheng Yanbai asked harshly in a low voice:

"Why are you here?"

"In class..." Shi Yu's face turned pale, like the cold white moonlight shining into a warm room with firewood on a winter night.

Cheng Yanbai's complexion instantly became very ugly.

"You come with me."

Cheng Yanbai pulled Shi Yu away without waiting for Shi Yu's response.

Just as Ji Yusheng was stunned at the door, his skin first felt the fiery breath, and then a sentence sounded in his ear:

"They're a couple."

Before Song Shihe could take a good look at the slowly maturing earlobes, Ji Yusheng's slightly dilated pupils came into his eyes.

"Cheng Yanbai, Cheng Yanbai, at school, this is at school!" Shi Yu was afraid of being heard by others, so he could only call Cheng Yanbai in a low voice but with a heavy tone, but he felt as if he was sinking in the bottom of the sea and was about to suffocate. Cheng Yanbai, who was standing on the shore, didn't listen to a word of his words.

Cheng Yanbai pulled Shi Yu to a back staircase that was not used by anyone, and the paint was faded and the bricks were falling off. Looking at the tulips outside the window, the cypress trees spread out their thick branches and leaves to cover the whole sunflower.

"What were you talking about with that obstructive person just now? Song Shihe?"

"Yu Sheng is my friend." Shi Yu's hands trembled slightly.

"What's so good about this kind of class!" Cheng Yanbai's words suddenly became fierce, and he trembled in fright.

Before Shi Yu could answer, Cheng Yanbai continued to speak fiercely,

"Why did you take his class? You like him now?" Cheng Yanbai's eyes seemed to be woven with red silk webs by spiders, and the top of the cypress tree seemed to be ripened by the hot temperature until it split.

Shi Yu felt as if his heart had been pierced by thorns, and the sharp needles of the thorns pierced his chest mercilessly. It looked intact on the outside, but in fact it was rotten and smelly dead meat inside.

Just when Cheng Yanbai turned his head with a stern face, pulling his lips as tight as a bow and arrow, as if he was about to continue yelling, Shi Yu smiled against his will, he carefully took his hand, and gently pinched it. Squeezed, and comforted me gently:

"Yanbai, it's not what you think. It's not that I like it, it's because I couldn't choose your class—" Cheng Yanbai suddenly raised his head, and tightly grasped Shi Yu's chin, as if a long chin stretched out overnight The branches and leaves of the cypress are general.

Cheng Yanbai's movements were rougher than usual, Shi Yu felt like a sacrificial offering placed on a high shelf, the holy sword pierced through his body fiercely, and blood slowly flowed down his waist to his heels.

The leaves of cypress trees are indeed bitter, Shi Yu thought so.

After this idea appeared, he laughed at himself again, didn't you already know it?

"No one likes you, who is not famous and attractive, and Song Shihe certainly won't. Don't be sentimental." Accompanied by these words, Shi Yu felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

"Yanbai...don't be like this..." Shi Yu's voice was tinged with the lingering spring rain, and he moaned softly.

Cheng Yanbai pinched Shi Yu's face, kissed him deeply, and stuffed his words back.