Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

"......"

Song Yanchen shivered from being stared at by the other party's cold and inorganic eyes.

He looked down at the dirty handkerchief, and looked at the other party's move that seemed to be getting closer. He shrank his neck in fear and panic, and hurriedly backed away, "...Send, I'll give it to you... ..."

It's like a terrified gesture of hoping that the other party will not approach him.

The boy seemed not to be able to see the fear in his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched the handkerchief in his hand tightly as if he had found a treasure, and at the same time pulled a slightly stiff and awkward smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you..."

This is the sentence again.

Song Yanchen looked at the other person's eyes, and felt that it penetrated to the bone, and even his arms were covered with goose bumps and shivered.

Song Yanchen suppressed his fear and handed the nameplate in his pocket to the other party, "...Is this yours?..."

The boy hesitated a little, his eyes slowly fell on Song Yanchen's porcelain white palm.

"...Yes, it's mine..."

The rhythm of boys' speech is always hesitant.

It was great that he came out to make sure he was okay, but he ran into the client before he could go downstairs, which made Song Yanchen heave a sigh of relief.

Seeing the inexplicably awkward atmosphere between the two of them, Song Yanchen picked his nails a little awkwardly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Okay, classmate Fu, I'll go first... you too Back to the classroom."

After finishing speaking, Song Yanchen touched his neck, pretended to be calm and walked around the other party, and was about to go back to the classroom.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid that the opponent would catch up, but just as Song Yanchen bypassed the opponent, he suddenly quickened his pace like a sprint for a hundred meters, as if he was running away.

The boy stood motionless on the spot, his dark eyes fixed on Song Yanchen's back, his whole figure was wrapped in the darkness of the stairwell, it was almost impossible to see his real expression clearly.

It wasn't until Song Yanchen completely disappeared from his sight that the boy became addicted. Like a gentleman, he put the handkerchief between his nose and looked back intoxicated and obsessively on the unique, youthful, unfinished body fragrance that belonged to Song Yanchen... ...

And what the boy hides under his sleeves is the skin that has slowly shown corpse spots...

So fragrant...  

I really want to touch...

I really want to...

The boy's expression was slightly crazy, and his body trembled uncontrollably, full of love that penetrated into the bone marrow and extreme possessiveness.

Hehehe......

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Song Yanchen ran back to the classroom panting, and sat down in a hurry.

The moment he sat down, Song Yanchen suddenly noticed that the expressions of the students around him were very strange, all of them showed lingering horror. In the distance, Song Yanchen even caught a glimpse of someone crying on the table.

Song Yanchen felt strange, rolled his eyes back and forth, poked the back of the front table, and asked cautiously, "What's the matter with you?"

The front table was still drinking water, Song Yanchen poked him on the back casually, his hands trembled in fright, and he almost threw the glass on the ground.

He hastily wiped off the water stains on his school uniform, and turned to Song Yanchen nervously, "Go and see the school's confession wall yourself, someone posted the photo of the deceased who was seen in the school's grove this morning."

Song Yanchen was startled, hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his school bag, and clicked on the school's confession wall.

[There are pictures and the truth, it was not an accidental death, there was a lot of blood at the scene. 】

As soon as he opened it, Song Yanchen saw that the latest post was posted 10 minutes ago, and the comment section exploded.

Just as Song Yanchen was about to click on the picture, the picture was suddenly harmonized. He didn't even see the thumbnail of the photo clearly.

Song Yanchen was stunned, thinking that his internet connection was not good, so he clicked several times, but the results were all without exception.

"..." Song Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and flipped through the replies in the comment area.

[I'll wipe, hold on to the wall, be careful to be shot. 】

[Which class is this person in?Can anyone reply? 】

[Shocking big melon, 66666]

.........

After searching dozens of floors, Song Yanchen didn't find any useful information, so he put down his phone.

never mind!

He wasn't that curious either.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen silently stuffed the phone back into his schoolbag, and continued to do the exercises.

But he didn't notice that there was a pair of black pupils outside the window staring at him fascinatedly, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure, his eyes were full of indescribable love.

But the strange thing is that so many people in the classroom didn't notice this slightly weird scene.

Song Yanchen, who was sitting on the stool, suddenly became agitated, as if an indescribable chill had sprung up behind him, like a pair of icy hands slowly stroking his back, making him tremble from the cold, and shocking him all over. Goosebumps stood on end.

Song Yanchen turned his head abruptly, glanced behind him, and then at his feet.

strangeness......

Is the feeling like someone touching me just now an illusion? .....

Song Yanchen didn't think much, and once again fell into the sea of ​​questions tactics.

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First, I went to self-study for half a day, and then I was held by the school collective. The class meeting took turns to teach me for a long time. I didn't have class, and I felt tired just listening to the teacher chanting.

So as soon as school was over, the noisy students in the classroom left the classroom in a hurry, with a look of relief, and ran faster than usual.

Only Song Yanchen watched all the students in the class leave, and he was still writing his practice questions with his head down in a leisurely manner. ------- The students around him are not surprised by him so early, Song Yanchen Always the last to leave.

The sky was getting dark, Song Yanchen took a deep breath, stretched again, and then slowly tidied up his desk.

Pick up your bag, turn off the lights, and lock the door.

Unexpectedly, Song Yanchen had just walked to the second floor when he suddenly saw that familiar and slightly eerie figure.

"..." Song Yanchen gasped, his teeth chattering up and down.

It's him again...

Song Yanchen's breathing was stagnant, and he felt as if a bamboo thorn was constantly provoking his nerves in his temple, causing him sharp pain.

The boy's figure is hidden at the corner of the second floor, only half of his body is slightly exposed, his eyes are scarlet, and his cold eyes are staring at the direction of the stairs, like a housekeeper squatting in front of the house, making a gesture. Feedback response.

As soon as Song Yanchen appeared, the boy's dark eyes moved slightly, his expression changed suddenly, and his frown suddenly relaxed. When he looked at Song Yanchen, his eyes were bright, but they revealed a bit of patheticness like a stray dog .

"......" Song Yanchen gasped, not knowing how he had matched the guy in front of him with a 'dog', and couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

Song Yanchen's face froze slightly imperceptibly for a moment, his throat rolled, and he approached the guardrail silently, trying to pretend that he didn't see the other party, and walked forward slowly.

But the ever-accelerating heartbeat under his ribs still exposed his truest emotions at this moment.

Song Yanchen strode nervously. As he passed around the boy, his heartbeat continued to speed up, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

For this strange boy, he always has an indescribable fear.

Maybe it's because of his slightly ferocious face that was burnt by the fire, or maybe it's because he is always different from ordinary people, so he looks like a god.

All in all, Song Yanchen was very afraid that the other party would approach him.

Seeing Song Yanchen pass in front of him and then walk down the second floor, the boy silently leaned out of his complete body from the corner and followed silently.

Song Yanchen trembled when he heard the footsteps behind him, and his heart missed half a beat.

He couldn't bear it anymore, turned around suddenly, stared at the other party, and said in a bad tone, "Why do you keep following me!"

The boy seemed to have an immature brain. He stared at Song Yanchen in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time. Seeing that Song Yanchen was about to lose his temper, the boy spoke slowly.

"...I, I said....I will protect you..."

"..." Song Yanchen was angry again, his eyes stared round like a kitten with fried fur.

Almost angrily shouted, "No need! Take care of yourself first! Do you know that you have a bad smell! Can you stay away from me!"

"..." The boy froze in place, hid his hands behind his back, and lowered his head silently, like a child who has done something wrong.

Song Yanchen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that what he just said was really rude and full of malice, and his face immediately turned red, not out of anger, but out of shame.

For a moment, Song Yanchen softened his heart again, and his tone weakened all of a sudden.

"That....I mean, don't you keep following me...that's weird..."

The boy didn't even blink, he stared at Song Yanchen at the bottom of the stairs, and opened his mouth hard, "...I, what should I do?..."

What should he do?

This sentence caught Song Yanchen himself for a while.

But no matter what, the act of following his ass just makes him feel weird.

Song Yanchen pondered for a moment, then opened his lips and said, "Then, then you can stand beside me, don't hide behind me."

The boy's eyes lit up, like a child about to get candy, he cautiously approached Song Yanchen's side.

But maybe it was Song Yanchen's sentence "You smell bad" just now that stabbed him, the boy didn't get too close, and he didn't dare to reach out to touch Song Yanchen's body, and even stood beside Song Yanchen intentionally or unintentionally. A little farther away.

Song Yanchen also felt the boy's deliberate pulling away, and a trace of guilt suddenly added to his heart.

It was really inappropriate for him to say that to the other party just now.

At this time, Song Yanchen noticed that there was more blue skin on the boy's neck than yesterday, his eyelids twitched, and the eyes he looked at the boy became twisted again, "You, you were bullied again?!"

The boy touched his neck following Song Yanchen's line of sight, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was avoiding something, "...No, no..."

Song Yanchen didn't believe it at all, and looked him up and down again, as if he had thought of something, without any awareness of being a source of fatal temptation, he went straight to take off his school uniform jacket in front of the boys.

The boy stared at each other closely the whole time. The moment Song Yanchen pulled his clothes back, half of his porcelain-white slender waist was slightly exposed. The snow-white piece seemed to have accurately sniped the boy's heart, making his expression anxious.

Song Yanchen's eyelashes vibrated slightly like the wings of a hummingbird, which made the boy's heart itch.

Taking off his jacket, Song Yanchen handed the clothes to the boy, and said viciously, "Don't wear your current school uniform anymore, it's so dirty, wear mine next time, I have other school uniforms at home."

As he said that, Song Yanchen didn't care whether the boy agreed or not, so he stuffed the school uniform into the boy's hand.

The boy's body was also trembling slightly at this moment, and he tried his best to control his facial expressions to prevent himself from losing control, but the trembling voice still betrayed the boy's true inner emotions, "...Thank you, thank you ...."

This sentence again...

Song Yanchen had heard the other party say it for the third time.

But perhaps because of these few simple encounters, Song Yanchen really believed that the other party would not hurt him, so Song Yanchen's guard was slowly let down.

After walking a few steps, Song Yanchen couldn't help but speak, "Which way is your house going?"

As he said that, Song Yanchen suddenly had a horrifying thought and shuddered, "You don't want to follow me anymore, do you?"

The boy paused, a dark color flashed in his eyes, "...I..."

As he said that, the boy slowly lowered his head, pointed in a direction meaningfully, and continued hesitatingly, "...I, I'm going this way...."

After confirming that the other party was not a stalker, Song Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief, "What a coincidence? I'm going this way too, so let's go together."

The boy's head was slightly lowered, his voice was hoarse, "...um..."

no coincidence...

The boy's pupils are dark, like a bottomless lake, hiding deep love and paranoia.

Song Yanchen is not a talkative character, and the boy is even more taciturn. In addition, the two of them are always shrouded in an indescribable awkward atmosphere, so that they stand side by side for a long time, but they are still speechless all the way.

---------- But this is Song Yanchen's unilateral idea.

The boy stared at Song Yanchen's side face secretly and uncontrollably, especially after taking off his coat, Song Yanchen's fragile and porcelain-white neck, like a swan that attracts people to be slaughtered, makes people unable to control the dark factor in their hearts, Want to destroy, want to possess, want to break...

It's just too beautiful to be true...

Seeing the bus station in the distance, Song Yanchen loosened the tight string in his skull slightly.

Finally arrived at the place to ride....

The atmosphere between the two of them is really weird...

Song Yanchen could clearly feel the other party's sticky gaze like a viper, clinging to him, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, moving inch by inch, with an indescribable stickiness.

This feeling was very strange, and even gave Song Yanchen the illusion that he was naked in front of the other party.

This is too perverted...

Song Yanchen was taken aback by his bold idea, and his face turned red for no reason, making him even more ashamed to look at the other party.

"I, I'm going to take the car, you, you go first," Song Yanchen cleared his throat, his ears were reddened, and he was so flustered that he didn't even dare to look at her for a moment, shaking from side to side, Try to hide your nervousness.

Following Song Yanchen's footsteps, the boy settled in place, curled his pale fingers slightly, and spoke slowly, "...I, look, you get in the car..."

Song Yanchen didn't care about him, because he had already seen the vehicle he was going to ride rushing from a distance.

Perhaps it was because Song Yanchen was so immersed in his own world that he didn't notice the complex expressions of other passers-by around him from time to time.

The two of them standing together are very strange, with a strong sense of discord, but their appearances are extremely incompatible, but when they stand together, they seem like a natural pair, with a magnetic field that no one can blend in except for each other. An indescribable sense of visual impact.

So if there must be one word to describe the feeling of two people walking together, it would be five words, --------'Beauty and the Beast'.

The car stops and the door opens.

Song Yanchen half-closed his eyelids, a layer of mist floated on his eyes, and he even spoke in a very soft voice, "..I'm leaving..."

As he said that, Song Yanchen rushed into the car in a hurry without turning his head, leaving only a back view, feeling a sense of embarrassment.

The boy stayed where he was, his black eyes locked tightly on Song Yanchen's body, his eyes were like a carving knife, cutting open Song Yanchen's delicate skin, revealing the scarlet tender flesh inside.

The car was crowded, but Song Yanchen was lucky and grabbed a seat by the window as soon as he got in.

He unconsciously looked out the window, and suddenly bumped into the boy's expression hidden in the dark light, mad, paranoid, sick, and abnormally excited.

Song Yanchen was stunned.

In the next second, he saw that the boy noticed his gaze, and the corner of his mouth pulled out an awkward arc, like a marionette with a fake smile on it. The smile was a bit hideous, and he waved his hand in Song Yanchen's direction, and his movements were also very stiff.

At the same time, the light under the roof of the station suddenly lit up, and the light fell on the ground, reflecting a black shadow on the ground. Only the boy was like a body floating on the surface, and there was no corresponding shadow trace on the ground at all.

Song Yanchen's pupils widened.

Before Song Yanchen could react, a taxi passed in front of the boy, and in the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared as if he had never appeared before.

Without a trace.

"..." Song Yanchen's brain seemed to be hit by a white light. From the soles of his feet, an electric current suddenly surged, his whole body trembled from the ice, and his scalp also began to tingle.

Song Yanchen was stiff all over, and the bus was slowly driving forward at this moment, he pressed his chest with lingering fear, his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.

What, what's going on...

Before Song Yanchen recovered from the great shock, the moving vehicle started to bump up and down, and a sudden brake caused the uncle next to him to crash into Song Yanchen's chest.

Song Yanchen was defenseless, his neck recoiled in fright, and his heart was about to lose control and jump out of his chest under the constraints of his ribs.

In the next second, Song Yanchen smelled a strange sandalwood smell.

Song Yanchen frowned, and his whole body trembled in response.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, carefully raised his head and glanced at the old man who accidentally bumped into him just now, and saw the man stand upright again, looking out of the window with an upright face, with no strange expression at all, Song Yanchen swallowed his confusion again with difficulty .

Just that moment...

It shouldn't be intentional.....

It's too embarrassing to touch...

Song Yanchen lowered his head, his fine eyelashes trembling happily.

At this moment, he was more immersed in the weird scene just now, he subconsciously bit his index finger, and his pupils were trembling.

Everything that happened today was beyond Song Yanchen's cognition as a normal person.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Song Yanchen became, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, the uncle next to him bumped into him again, which suddenly disrupted Song Yanchen's thoughts.

Song Yanchen flinched, but couldn't help frowning, his whole body wanted to shrink into a ball.

But after that person seemed to repeatedly test and confirm that Song Yanchen would not struggle, his body also got closer and closer.

"..." Song Yanchen's right eyelid twitched uncontrollably, and his breathing also became slightly rapid.

and many more......

The other party seems to be doing it on purpose...

Song Yanchen was dripping with cold sweat, his brows were slightly open, the veins under his temples began to twitch wildly, and his teeth began to fight with each other uncontrollably.

Song Yanchen struggled to cover his body with his schoolbag, trying to remind the other party to stop harassing in this way.

However, Song Yanchen's silent attitude throughout the whole process seemed to give the old man more and more wanton venting. He actually began to reach out and pretend to put his shoulders on Song Yanchen's fragile and sensitive butterfly bones silently, and his movements were also meaningful. Unknown teaser.

"..." Song Yanchen couldn't bear such blatant harassment anymore, and was about to reach out to fight back, when the latter seemed to be shocked by something, and suddenly let out a painful moan, like an epileptic The patient's body also twisted.

In the next second, the man started to foam at the mouth, fell to the ground with a "bang", and lost control on the spot.

"..." Song Yanchen was like a bolt from the blue, trembling all over his body, his heart almost stopped beating, and he leaned against the window like a piece of thin paper about to be blown away by the wind.

A silent black shadow slowly appeared behind Song Yanchen, silently attached to Song Yanchen's body, while fascinatedly sniffing the sweetness on the young man's body that almost melted him, while staring at him cruelly and violently. Dirty half-dead stuff on the ground.

don't be afraid...

I said....I will definitely protect you...

Ha ha......

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(ps: Sorry everyone, some readers may not know what happened. I was reported on the day I entered v (24th) because the three views on bloody violence were not correct, so the previous content is also being deleted, so a lot about There is no way to start writing the brain hole of this book. This book is expected to end around 20w. After this world is finished, the next world will be three attacks (three attacks in three worlds) Shura field, and then end)

感谢在2022-03-2722:24:14~2022-03-2817:51:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xiuchang 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Duo Bei and Mu Chen; 2 bottles of Baa Baa Sleepless, Wu San, Ming Qi, and Wuying; 1 bottle of Xiu Chang, ぬ, and Yubie;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!