Why hasn't he confessed

Xie Wenxing hurried back to the dormitory, slammed the door shut, and panted heavily with his back against the door.

Song Xian poked her head out of the bed when she heard the movement, "Xing Xing, why are you running so fast? What happened? If you don't come back, I will go out to find you later."

Xie Wenxing tried to calm his breathing. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word because his throat was too dry.

He hurried to the table and drank half a bottle of water, as if his throat that had been burned dry by the fire was moistened by water, and his whole body seemed to come back to life.

Xie Wenxing casually found an excuse to prevaricate, sitting in front of the desk in a daze.

It wasn't until he picked up a book casually that he realized that in addition to his legs shaking from running too fast just now, his hands were also trembling badly.

No.

It should be said that his whole body was trembling slightly, even his heart was shaken by what happened tonight.

He actually sat on Xu Huai'an's seat, touching his things like an idiot, feeling his presence.

"what!"

Xie Wenxing covered his face, feeling ashamed to face others.

The only good thing is that he was the only one in the classroom at the time, and no one saw his behavior that crossed boundaries, exceeded common sense, and was unconventional.

In the next moment, the undulating muscle texture came into my mind.

I didn't realize it just now, but Xie Wenxing now thinks back and finds that he can even clearly remember the beads of sweat hanging on Xu Huaian's chin.

It feels weird.

The hot breath from Xie Wenxing's mouth was blocked by the palm of his face, Xun's cheeks were flushed, his fingers were parted, his eyes were watery, full of an indescribable timidity.

He suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes and poked his soft belly.

Xie Wenxing is definitely not fat, on the contrary, he is relatively thin among ordinary people.The waistline is clear, there is no flesh, and no muscles can be seen, but as long as the stomach is exerted, a few abs can barely be stretched out.

But he didn't do any special training, as soon as he vented his strength, he would immediately return to his original shape.

"Fuck, can this idiot know how to play? Damn, I can't even use my skills well. I'm late when I'm dead. I'm sending them off one by one. What a talent!"

Song Xian's angry words brought Xie Wenxing back to reality.

The school only collects mobile phones during class, and the mobile phones are returned to students after class.

Of course, there are also students who will prepare two mobile phones, one for teaching and one for playing. After all, most of the students studying in this school are those who are not short of money.

The game Song Xian played, Xie Wenxing knew, was King of Glory.

He usually plays, but like Song Xian, he belongs to the kind who is good at cooking and loves to play.

Xie Wenxing exhaled, and he echoed a few words in a normal tone.

There is an independent bathroom in the dormitory. Xie Wenxing took a shower faster than usual, and turned off the lights as soon as he lay on the bed.

Song Xian's dissatisfied whispers in his ears gradually disappeared, and his fists clenched on his chest were a little looser. Xie Wenxing looked at the ceiling, and the glimpse of tonight kept echoing in his mind, and he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the hazy silver moonlight came in through the window.

"Well."

Suddenly heard a low moan.

Looking at the reputation, the boy on the bed was lying on his side, his cheeks were pink, even more tender than the petals of a new peach blossom.Flesh pink lips parted slightly, exhaled hot air slightly urgently, brows slightly raised, as if immersed in some kind of unspeakable dream.

It's hot in summer, and the air conditioner is turned on in the bedroom.

Two thin white long legs clamped the quilt, and slightly, with some coyness, rubbed against the soft air-conditioning quilt.I don't know how long it took, the white toes like small steamed buns curled up tightly, the insteps arched, Xie Wenxing panted heavily, his brows stretched, and he fell asleep.

The next morning, when Xie Wenxing got up, he immediately felt something was wrong.

The pants are wet.

Later, he remembered the dream he had last night.The content of the dream was actually not clear, Xie Wenxing felt overwhelmed by just a few images that could be recalled.

He was lying on the bed, Xu Huaian approached him, pulled up the corner of his clothes, revealing his coveted abdominal muscles, and asked him if he wanted to touch him.

Xie Wenxing screamed under the quilt, engulfed in unspeakable shame, he didn't even realize that his brows and eyes were pink, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so joyful.

Before Song Xian woke up, he secretly got up to eliminate the evidence.

I have never washed clothes before, and Xie Wenxing doesn't know how to wash them, but I always feel a little ashamed to throw them away, so I can only bite the bullet and try to wash them with shower gel.

He didn't intend to keep it, and would feel ashamed if he saw it, so he wrung it out and put it at the bottom of the trash can.

After finishing all this work, Song Xian rubbed her eyes and got out of bed: "Xing Xing, why did you get up so early today?"

"I just woke up suddenly, hurry up, I'm going to be late later."

Fortunately, he still couldn't open his eyes at this time, and missed Xie Wenxing's uncomfortable feeling of lowering his head for a moment.

Because of this episode, Xie Wenxing was almost late for his morning reading.

He and Song Xian stepped into the classroom, and just a few seconds after sitting down, the class teacher Chen Yan arrived.

Xie Wenxing took out his textbook to read and recite. He would quietly look back a few days ago, but today he straightened his back and never twisted his neck.

There was an English book spread out on Xu Huai'an's desk. He was leaning against the window, resting his chin on one hand, and lazily opened his eyes. The tails of his eyes drooped, making his eyes narrow and indifferent.

The homeroom teacher came down from the podium to inspect, Zhou Yuan was engrossed in reading well, when suddenly his leg was kicked.

Zhou Yuan let out a pain, and was about to ask Xu Huaian why he kicked him, when he looked up and saw the head teacher walking slowly.Zhou Yuan quickly opened the textbook, and after the head teacher left, he revealed his cell phone, touched the kicked calf, and said to Xu Huaian, "Thank you, Brother Huai, but can you kick it more lightly next time?"

Xu Huai'an didn't want to talk to him at first, but caught a glimpse of someone moving his ears, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Then let Lao Ban confiscate your mobile phone next time."

It was early morning at this time, perhaps not long after waking up, her voice was slightly deep and hoarse, and she was lazily drowsy when she listened carefully.

Xie Wenxing Ruyu's ears twitched as if they were being crisped, and the tip of the ear was stained with a thin blush.

Woohoo, the sound is so nice!

Zhou Yuan hurriedly begged for mercy: "Hey, thank you, what qualifications do I have to make a request? You can do whatever you want, whatever you want."

Xu Huaian snorted, his tone very cold.

But it seemed that he heard something, and his expression softened slightly.

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For most of the morning, during the entire three classes, Xie Wenxing seemed to have become a model student who was extremely serious and attentive in class.

His eyes only moved between the blackboard and the textbooks, and even Song Xian couldn't help but marvel that his friend really made up his mind to study hard and make progress every day.

But I don't know the deeper reason, it's so secretive, it's hard to tell.

The myth of adolescence made Xie Wenxing at a loss, and his first reaction was to avoid it.

So he stopped secretly paying attention to Xu Huai'an, and no longer looked at him secretly.

If it wasn't for Xu Huaian's ability to read people's thoughts, he would definitely think that Xie Wenxing was just a little bit hot, and was confused by his appearance and voice for a while.

Once the time is up, get out quickly.

And it was precisely because he had this special ability to discern what people in the world were thinking, that he knew how bewildered, shy and flustered Xie Wenxing was under his pretended calm appearance.

Xu Huai'an has met many people, including viciousness, exploitation, jealousy, and disgust.

But like Xie Wenxing, this is the first time I've seen them.

He is like a timid rabbit, paying attention carefully, and once he senses anything unusual, he will immediately stand up and run away quickly.

Xu Huaian had some expectations for the first time.

Xie Wenxing couldn't help but drop his pen on the ground, so he bent down to pick it up. Although he tried his best to avoid it, he accidentally saw Xu Huai'an, and couldn't help but pause for two seconds on his straight nose.

Xie Wenxing turned around, looked down at the textbook, but was crying in his heart.

Woohoo, why do I have that strange dream?

This caused him to think of the sentence in his dream when he saw Xu Huai'an now, 'Want to touch it?Only for you to touch. '

The thought of the protagonist sitting behind him and knowing nothing.

Xie Wenxing couldn't help but hugged his head, kicked his feet on the ground, panic and itching were written all over his body.

The movement was a little big, and he accidentally bumped into Zhou Yuan's table, almost touching his water.

Zhou Yuan complained softly: "Hey, pay attention."

Xie Wenxing came to his senses and quickly apologized.

After class, Xie Wenxing went to the bathroom, came out of the bathroom, shook off the water stains on his hands, raised his eyes, Xu Huaian walked towards him.

Xie Wenxing's heart skipped a beat, and guilt flashed across his face.

Could it be that the dream I had last night was known?

In the next moment, Xie Wenxing immediately realized that this idea was too absurd and definitely impossible.

Sure enough, Xu Huai'an didn't look at him, he didn't come to look for him.

The heart that Xie Wenxing mentioned fell to the ground instantly, and while relaxing, he was also a little bit lost.

He was afraid of seeing Xu Huai'an and having bad associations, so he turned his head slightly and looked out at the small potted plants in the hanging basket on the side of the corridor.

Because he didn't look at the road, he accidentally bumped into Xu Huaian's shoulder when he passed by.

Xie Wenxing withdrew his eyes instantly, lowered his eyebrows, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry."

Looking at Xu Huai'an's clean sneakers, Xie Wenxing felt that the part of his shoulder that hit him seemed to be vaguely hot.

Ahhh, I hit it, I haven't washed this clothes for half a month! ! !

Xie Wenxing was excited, and his heart beat irregularly.

On the surface, he is very calm, even slightly shy.

Xu Huaian raised his eyebrows slightly imperceptibly, "It's fine."

After that, he continued to walk forward, and after a few steps, he stopped and said in a calm tone, "Remember to watch the road next time you walk."

This is still a corridor. If it is a staircase, it would be bad if it breaks.

Xie Wenxing nodded, and ran into the classroom like the wind, and got down on the ground as soon as he got back to his seat.

His face heated up rapidly, and the hot air he exhaled was sprayed back to his face by the tabletop.

Outside the corridor, Zhou Yuan went downstairs to Zhao Xu's class to get a novel and came back. Seeing Xu Huaian standing at the stairs, he asked, "What are you reading?"

Xu Huaian retracted his gaze, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and the blood vessels on the thin eyelids were clearly visible, "A rabbit."

Zhou Yuan looked around: "Why is it a rabbit again? Why didn't I see it, brother Huai, seriously, are you fooling me?"

Xu Huai'an snorted inexplicably, and walked briskly, no matter how much Zhou Yuan asked, he would not answer.