I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

After so many days of no movement, Song Qiulin naturally thought that the medicine given by Wen Ziyang had worked, and his defenses relaxed, just in time for "her".

"Well--"

Wen Yu suddenly tightened her grip on her clothes, and her legs limply slid down Song Qiulin's body. The latter quickly stretched out his arms to pick her up, "What's wrong?"

"Did you wear that perfume again today?" Originally, Song Qiulin thought that there would be a familiar clear scent that would calm her down, but she buried her head in it and was filled with the musky scent.

Song Qiulin lowered his head and sniffed, it was true.

Seeing Wen Yu's news in the morning, she came out in a hurry, so she didn't take a shower to remove the smell from her body.

"Go away...stay away from me." Wen Yu, who was still hugging her like a koala just now, frowned, pushed her shoulders away, leaned his back against the wall, and held his chest to breathe rapidly.

I thought it was a life-saving straw, but it turned out to add fuel to the fire.

Wen Yu's temples are swelling up and down now, and her ears seem to be able to hear the sound of blood boiling all over her body. She feels that she may become the first person to die of heat in the winter.

"Wen Yu." Song Qiulin squatted down distressedly, pressed his thumb on her lips, and rescued it from being bitten white by its teeth, "Don't bite."

"Ugh..."

Physiological tears welled up in his eyes, Wen Yu shook his head, feeling that he was about to be driven crazy by the shouting voice in his head, "You don't know, you don't know how uncomfortable I am..."

In the sight covered by the mist, the only thing that could attract her attention was Song Qiulin's lips opening and closing as he spoke.

kiss... kiss...

"no!"

Wen Yu yelled, and suddenly pressed Song Qiulin's shoulders and pressed her against the wall. When her thoughts were struggling, a pair of warm hands touched her cheeks, bringing a little bit of coolness. She heard Song Qiulin say in a determined voice :"Can."

Ok?

You can say yes, you know what I want to do?

At the center of the line of sight, that delicate face was getting closer and closer, until those magical eyes occupied Wen Yu's entire field of vision, and Song Qiulin's soft voice, "I'll help you."

help?

How to help?

Wen Yu didn't even know how to express the hotness that was nowhere to be found. She now understands a little bit what it feels like to be in a trance after practicing kung fu. If there is, it must be the same as her current feeling .

"Dinglingling——" is the preparatory bell 15 minutes before morning self-study.

The two of them are located at the entrance of the grove, not far from the aisle, there are many teachers coming and going during school hours, it is difficult to say what will happen if they are discovered.

Although they are two girls, their current posture distance is too close.

Song Qiulin untied the thick scarf around her neck for Wen Yu, spread it out with a wave of his long arm, and then covered her head.

Wen Yu's face was covered by the scarf, and it seemed that all voices were silenced by the barrier, only Song Qiulin in front of him blinked helplessly.

"what are you doing?"

"help you."

Song Qiulin held the edge of the scarf with both hands, leaned over slightly, and pressed his lips to Wen Yu's.

The latter's eyes widened in an instant, and his mind was full of "I Cao?" "What happened?" "I'm fucking dreaming?" All kinds of bullet screens.

When she was thinking wildly, she noticed that her chin was being pinched, Song Qiulin pushed it away slightly to give her room to breathe, "Open your mouth."

"what?"

Before Wen Yu could ponder what Song Qiulin meant, she came up again. This time, she didn't just touch the water, but the more intimate touch and the hot breath sprayed on her skin all made her legs weak and her whole body numb.

But the strange thing is that the roaring voice in my head seems to have subsided, as if someone poured a basin of water onto the burning firewood, and the flame went out, leaving only a puff of ashes.

In fact, Wen Yu really felt that his head was smoking right now, so ashamed!

Seemingly dissatisfied with her dull appearance, Song Qiulin bit her lower lip lightly, "Concentrate."

Wen Yu finally had a reaction, she took a step back suddenly, but was pressed even tighter by Song Qiulin's body, she took a breath and explained in her ear, "I'm helping you, don't refuse. "

So, it turned out to be this kind of help?

Wen Yu, who had no strength at all, couldn't bear her straight-forward attack, and fell limp in his arms after a while.

"Okay, okay, I'm okay..."

With the "interaction" between them, the uncontrollable agitation was pulled away from her body like a thread. Wen Yu lowered his head and put the back of his hand on his lips, feeling like he was being taken advantage of. But it does have excellent "treatment" results, which Wen Yu can't argue with.

"Where did you learn crooked methods, don't, don't do this in the future."

Song Qiulin suppressed the deep meaning in his eyes, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and lied solemnly, "Dr. Wen's method, alternating saliva helps the secretion of dopamine in the brain, which can temporarily inhibit it."

Damn, it's really a set of words...

A picture suddenly flashed in Wen Yu's mind, a bar with flickering lights, under the dim light in front of the bar, Song Zhou and Wen Ziyang kissing each other like lovers in love.

Her sister also used this method to treat vixen?Then Song Qiulin learned it, and he accidentally hit her to cure this strange disease?

Bah bah bah!How could her sister be a serious doctor, she must have been forced by a vixen!

At this time, Song Zhou's image in Wen Yu's place was extremely bad. Not only did he bully Wen Ziyang, but he also brought Song Qiulin into ruin, turning her into an indirect victim.

"Then you can't do this either." Wen Yu was in a hurry, looking at Song Qiulin's eyes, he wanted to see a girl who didn't live up to expectations, "You... you are like this, the person you like knows, and will definitely ignore you."

"Ok, I know."

"You don't know, you know shit!" Wen Yu was furious, and now he is even more angry than when he realized that he was taken advantage of.

In her eyes now, Song Qiulin is just a little white flower who is too innocent. After being deceived by her sister, she sacrificed herself to help her classmates, completely forgetting to think about herself.

"You're dirty, do you know?" Wen Yu almost jumped up and patted her on the head, pointing at her and then at himself, "She knew about you and me, in her eyes you are dirty, she definitely doesn't will be with you."

Song Qiulin lowered his eyes, admiring Wen Yu's rosy face and her eager expression, he was in a happy mood, and even smiled slightly, "It's enough that I like her."

"You!" Wen Yu's breath was stuck in his throat, he could only stomp his feet, and walked out angrily, "Song Qiulin, you are a pig, learning has made you stupid."

"Well, I'm stupid."

"I'm scolding you, don't talk back! Don't chase after the girl you like, and help your classmates activate their brain dopamine here, but it will drive you crazy, won't it!"

"I promised to help you."

"Still talking back, you shut up!"

"..."

Wen Yu wasn't actually angry, but just didn't know what expression to use to treat Song Qiulin.

She shouldn't have let Song Qiulin know about her in the first place, and if she hadn't been involved, what happened today wouldn't have happened.

The previous hugs were still in the category of friends, but today... her eyes caressed her lips with complicated eyes, and there still seemed to be a tingling feeling there.

What about that girl, is she considered a mistress?Wen Yu began to severely condemn himself.

The point is that it's fine if she walks upright and sits upright, but she also has unreasonable thoughts about Song Qiulin.

More than once or twice, she has been dreaming every night that she is lingering with a person every night. Every time that person wears a veil, and when the veil is lifted, there is the face that is lowered but not looked up.

Every day when he wakes up and goes to school and sees Song Qiulin sitting upright and doing the test questions, Wen Yu feels guilty for blaspheming the gods of the exam.

The deskmate is so kind, enthusiastic, pure-hearted and ascetic, yet she flirts with her every day in her dreams. It was hard enough to put up with this and being with Song Qiulindai, but today's incident was a serious blow to the psychological defense she had built with great difficulty.

grass!Wen Yu hugged his head violently and shrank himself back.

She can imagine how Song Qiulin would look at herself with contempt after knowing the truth, and she might say coldly, "I kindly want to help you, but I didn't expect you to be full of unreasonable thoughts about me. Very disappointed."

She also had the nerve to say that Song Qiulin, the one who was so dirty was obviously herself.

……

"Still thinking about it?" Song Qiulin was sitting next to Wen Yu, watching her remain restless all day, how could she not see what she was thinking.

Several people are on their way to have dinner at Grandma Liu's.

Wen Yu's eyes were blank, like a walking dead, swaying slowly step by step - when a foodie is not active in eating, then something really happened to her.

"Don't talk to me for now, I'll think about it alone."

Think about whether she is going to plead guilty, or transfer to another school.

"If I have to say it." Song Qiulin grabbed her from behind, and as soon as he retracted his arms, Wen Yu slammed his head on her shoulder.

She pressed the back of the man's head, and waited for Zhang Youyuan and his party to go far away before whispering in Wen Yu's ear, "I don't have anyone I like, so you don't have to worry... the question of whether I'm dirty or not."

"Let go of me! You don't have someone you like to shut me up—"

Wen Yu, who was wriggling like a loach, suddenly seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and looked at Song Qiulin stupidly, as if to confirm whether she was joking, "What did you say, say it again."

"Do you think I look like a puberty girl trapped in love?" Song Qiulin smiled slightly.

In fact, she is not completely wrong, but she will not show it on the bright side.

Wen Yu looked her up and down. Indeed, which puberty girl is like this one, buried in the sea of ​​questions all day and not listening to the outside window, frightening away several suitors with her righteousness.

If she really has a sweetheart, at least she has to find a relationship and ask for a phone call to try to talk or something, but Wen Yu has stayed by her side for so long, and Song Qiulin has never had much communication with anyone.

Men and women alike.

"Then why did you lie to me?" Wen Yu finally regained his former vitality, and his voice was much more energetic.