I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Wen Yu's mind is a mess now, she has no clear consciousness of what she is talking about, what she is doing, she only knows that it is very comfortable to rely on this person, the smell on her body makes her feel at ease and comfortable, she wants to curl up into a ball and crash into her arms.

"I said..." She panted, her eyes were red, she looked helpless and pitiful, "Let you hug me."

Song Qiulin stared into Wen Yu's eyes for tens of seconds before confirming that she was not joking.

This level of cognition is obviously more terrifying than "Wen Yu is playing tricks on her".

"Let go first." Song Qiulin forced himself to remain calm, and things that were always easy to grasp immediately became difficult when he met this man's eyes full of spring.

The string in her head couldn't be tighter, but someone wanted to test the bottom line of her patience at this moment.

"I don't." Wen Yu wrapped his arms and legs around Song Qiulin's body, and his willfulness was fully displayed at this moment.

Stretching the ending, Wen Yu wrapped his arms around her neck, and wrapped her legs even harder.

To be honest, it's not that Song Qiulin can't pull people away. Wen Yu's whole body is a little fleshy on his cheeks, and under the baggy school uniform, his thin arms don't have much strength at all, but she is reluctant to use force for fear of hurting people. up.

If this person is crying, it will be difficult to coax him at first glance.

"..." Song Qiulin held her waist with one hand to prevent her from falling.

"Obviously it's you... You're the one who made me become like this!" Wen Yu buried his hot face into the crook of her neck, and the more he talked, the more aggrieved he became.

You playboy, do you have another cat outside!

Song Qiulin exhaled lightly, and turned on the auditory shielding function.

"Song Qiulin, why don't you look at me." Wen Yu took her hand and covered his forehead.

The soft touch of the short hair was very familiar. Song Qiulin rubbed it subconsciously, the same way he did when coaxing the cat. He looked down at her, and the pendulum clock of his thoughts swung back and forth on the dividing line between out of control and rationality.

"Ruanruan." She didn't even notice the forbearance and hoarseness in her voice.

Wen Yu smiled in satisfaction, narrowed his moist eyes, jumped up excitedly, hugged Song Qiulin's face, and generously kissed her on the right cheek.

Song Qiulin didn't care about being surprised, and put his arms around her reflexively, so as not to fall down in an unsteady state of gravity, but Wen Yu, who was in a state of excitement, took this as her response to himself, suddenly pulled his body, and went to Song Qiulin leaned closer to the ear, slightly parted his lips, and touched lightly from the earlobe.

The light heat was intentionally sprayed around the pinnae, and Song Qiulin's cold and pale back of the neck was rarely flushed. She made a difficult swallowing movement, and clasped the back of the girl's head with her palm. Before she came, she remembered to move closer and make the next move. But he found that the other party suddenly lost strength and fell on his shoulders, his head was heavier than a stone.

Hold the face of the person and move away slightly, only to see that the heartless person has closed his eyes and passed out.

"You are comfortable."

After school, Song Qiulin was supposed to go to the hospital to "report" to Wen Ziyang, but because of Wen Yu's relationship, she didn't go anywhere.

According to the school doctor, Wen Yu never opened her eyes when she was in class.

"I'm sleeping, I guess I'm too tired." The school doctor took down the thermometer, "The fever fades quickly, and her forehead won't burn as soon as you leave. When you wake up, you can accompany her home."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Qiulin called Wen Ziyang to delay the appointment, and sat down on the chair next to him.

Almost half an hour after the school bell rang, Wen Yu gradually woke up.

After waking up, she was still not very conscious, Wen Yu took some time to distinguish that she was on a hospital bed in the infirmary.

The process of memory recovery was not long. Those ambiguous and shameful actions rushed into her mind like a rushing river. Before she had time to sink into the emotion of remorse and go crazy for a while, she noticed Song Qiulin who was waiting by the side, and her blood pressure soared instantly. highest point.

"you you you you!"

"I carried you on my back, you're welcome." Song Qiulin said lightly.

"what!"

Wen Yu lifted the quilt, stuffed his head into the pillow, and the base of his neck was burning red.

She must be crazy, she is coquettishly calling master, while hugging his arm and not letting go, she has never acted so presumptuously to Wen Ziyang.

Song Qiulin wouldn't think she was some kind of pervert with strange hobbies!

Where is her face?

Face, does she have a face?

"Remember?"

The white object buried in the quilt moved, which was a response.

"regret?"

"Nonsense!" Wen Yu gritted his teeth, "You are not allowed to tell anyone, just pretend it never happened!"

"..."

"Answer!" Wen Yu got no response, pulled his face out of the pillow, and stared at her.

If she pretends to be more fierce, the other party will not be able to see her state of mind that is out of shame.

Song Qiulin lowered his eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and pointed his finger at his cheek, "Run after taking advantage?"

"..." Wen Yu blinked quickly, pulled his sleeves, and wiped her face vigorously, "Okay, I'll wipe it off, you forget about it!"

Song Qiulin smiled ambiguously, but nodded lightly, "Okay."

"No." Wen Yu was anxious, "What's the matter with you acting like a good woman who has been bullied? I didn't mean to take advantage of you, so I don't know what I'm doing!"

"Ah."

"What are you, um, you want to say 'know', 'understand', 'understand', ok?"

"Know, understand, understand."

"No..." How does she feel, is there still something wrong?

"Are you sure you're okay?" Song Qiulin stood up.

Wen Yu put on his shoes and got out of bed, moved his arms and legs, "Well, it's good."

Song Qiulin handed over her schoolbag, "Homework and class notes are on the outermost grid."

"Nonsense, I don't know where my notes are..." Wen Yu touched half of his hand and realized that what Song Qiulin was talking about was not hers.

The outermost layer of the schoolbag grid is obviously thicker than usual, because there are more notebooks stuffed in it.

One look at the atmospheric and smooth font on the cover, it can't be hers.

Wen Yu looked down and stuffed the notebook back without saying a word.

"Let's go." Song Qiulin stood at the door waiting for her, "Are you taking the bus?"

"Well, it's very convenient to go directly by bus."

"It's just right, I'll sit too, let's go together."

"it is good"

The distance from the infirmary to the bus station was more than ten minutes, and there was only a small break, one-third of a class, but Wen Yu couldn't find the words to talk to Song Qiulin.

The awkward atmosphere between the two was a bit heavy.

Her feelings towards Song Qiulin were very complicated, from the strangeness, temptation, and a little bit of jealousy at the beginning, to the gratitude now... Maybe now she has to take some responsibility for him.

At least now, or after today, this person in her heart is not as difficult to approach as it seemed at first.

Wen Yu sat down on the small bench at the bus stop, folded his hands neatly on his knees, and his posture was stiff.

It was past the rush hour at this point, and there was no one at the bus stop. Song Qiulin walked over quietly and sat down on the other end of the bench.

Wen Yu squeezed the strap of her schoolbag tightly, turned her head to glance at her secretly, accidentally met her eyes, and hurriedly covered it up with an exaggerated expression.

"What's wrong."

"They said that there are girls in our school who have confessed their love to you." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and stared at his little white shoes.

"Have."

Wen Yu let out a foul breath, "What about you?"

"what."

"How did you answer, her confession."

Song Qiulin put away the book in his hand, sat up straight like her, and stared at the road ahead, "No answer."

"Ok?"

"I didn't say anything, just walked away."

"Oh." Wen Yu nodded, "Kind of personality."

"Why do you ask this?" Song Qiulin turned his head to look at her.

Wen Yu rubbed his palms on his knees to wipe off the sweat on the surface of his skin, "I'm just curious, purely curious."

"Curious what."

Wen Yu pulled out a smiling face at her, but couldn't keep looking at her for a long time, and immediately turned back, "You, I'm curious about you."

"Ah."

Wen Yu panicked a little, and suddenly remembered that it was strange for him to ask such a sensitive question after belittling others.

She jumped up, "I didn't mean that, you know! I don't like girls! I'm definitely not confessing to you!"

"It's just... you just know, I thought you liked my sister at first, and then I thought you liked Li Yanran, so, so I..."

"Okay, I see." Song Qiulin also stood up, took her hand from the side, pulled it towards him, lowered his head and looked at her, his voice was full of smiles and a little pampering, " What ridiculous things have you been thinking about all day?"

As if there was a protective shield separating the two of them from the outside world, Wen Yu could only perceive everything about the person opposite him at this moment.

At such a close distance, she could clearly see her own reflection in the other person's clear eyes - a flushed face, panicked eyes, embarrassingly embarrassing.

"So, what do you mean."

The hand held by Song Qiulin flinched, her five fingers curled up helplessly, she tried to explain,

"I mean, maybe we could be friends...something."

It is too difficult for Wen Yu to socialize, just saying "we can be friends" is more difficult for her to say than ordinary people's confession.

It is the first time that I have the desire to approach someone actively.

She didn't dare to look up at Song Qiulin's expression.

In other words, will young people nowadays still have such "serious" speeches in front of their friends?Is she a bit corny?

She suddenly thought of Qiu who wore a middle-aged landscape portrait.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wen Yu rubbed his nose with his hands, "I know someone."

In terms of being old-fashioned, Qiu got along well with her.

"The car is leaving." Song Qiulin reminded.

Wen Yu came to his senses, quickly took out his mobile phone, swiped the bus code, and found a seat by the window in the last row.

The light in the evening is not enough to illuminate the entire car, and the back row without the lights is a bit dark, and the windows can directly reflect people's faces.

Wen Yu faced the window, and saw Song Qiulin swiping his card from the reflection, walked straight towards her, and sat down without saying a word.

"You haven't answered yet." Wen Yu took the initiative to mention it.

"Yeah." Song Qiulin nodded, his lips raised, but his voice was very serious, "Maybe you often take advantage of your friends?"

"..."

"Angry?" Song Qiulin leaned closer, and the faint and seductive smell invaded Wen Yu's sense of smell little by little.

Sensitively aware of her strangeness, she quickly put on a sweater and hat to block her gaze, "Today is the first day we are friends, I plan to be gentle, next time you laugh at me, I will beat you up."

This time Song Qiulin didn't try to hold back his smile, and laughed shortly, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

"Okay, shut up!" Wen Yu turned his head and glared at the smiling person, tightened the belt of the sweater, and pulled the hat back, quietly covering her flushed cheeks.

Jiang Jiacheng's villa was specially bought near the school, so they arrived within a few stops.

Wen Yu stood up early, "I'm getting off the bus."

"Yeah." Song Qiulin stepped aside.

"Goodbye."

Wen Yu lowered his head and stepped down the steps. When he wanted to move forward again, he found that his legs could not move.

She turned her head in doubt, and Song Qiulin's hand was on the strap of her schoolbag.

"what?"

"You know, good friends don't usually say 'goodbye'."

"?"

Song Qiulin rolled his eyes and smiled at her, "I mean, see you tomorrow."

"Oh." Wen Yu reached out and pulled back his schoolbag from her hand, "See you tomorrow, friend."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

The speed of the bus was relatively slow when it restarted, Song Qiulin watched Wen Yu trot to the right of the bus stop where he got off.

A familiar sports car was parked at the entrance of the alley there.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she thought she had seen the license plate number somewhere.

Wen Yu ran to the side of the car, the door opened, a tall woman got out of the car, lowered her head and pinched Wen Yu's cheek with a smile, Wen Yu raised his head, was talking to her, and pointed at her halfway. bus.

The woman turned her head so that Song Qiulin could see her face clearly.

"Li Yanran." She closed the window with a cold face.

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