Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Can't Afford the Slightest Pity

On a rare weekend, a few idle clouds drifted in the clear sky, which seemed to be very comfortable and comfortable.

Wen Yin looked up at the sky, the warm sun fluttering on her cheeks, not dazzling, but it made people feel a deep sadness......

Even if she has a friend at Huangmei College, even if she continues to study, she can achieve something in the future, and at this time, she wants to quit school. The backlog of gossip on her almost made Wen Yin unable to bear it, and she couldn't breathe.

Leng Jingtian stood on the first floor above her, staring at the top of Wen Yin's head, his eyes were as cold as ever.

She seems to be calm on the surface, but inside she is turbulent, and no one can peek into her world, and perhaps no one can really control her......

Leng Jingtian recalled her indifferent and stubborn expression on the bed, a look of disdain appeared on her face, and her slender legs had already stepped out of her room and walked towards where Wen Yin was......

The small sound at the door rang out, and Wen Yin, who was in deep thought, didn't notice it, until Leng Jingtian saw her side, and she met his fearful eyes in a little panic.

In the next second, he immediately retracted his gaze and stared into the distance.

"What do you want to tell me?"

The tone was very cold, and there was absolute coldness on Wen Yin's face.

In the affairs of the Imperial Beauty Academy, he had more or less heard about it from the mouth of the nighthawk. However, this is not something he should care about, after all, how Wen Yin's heart is painful has nothing to do with him, he doesn't have the leisure to pay attention to others, especially her.

"Nope. ”

Wen Yin turned her head, two words very lightly, but said very hesitantly.

Actually, she wanted to say that if Nighthawk didn't have to send her to school, she could go by bus by herself!

Every time Nighthawk shows off a Lamborghini, it naturally causes a sensation, and it seems that it will never end, she is like a person who has been stripped naked, and she is embarrassed and blushing by others......

But after getting along with Leng Jingtian these days, she already understands his temper more or less, and if she asks for him, she will definitely have to pay a "price", and this "price" is the most unbearable for her!

Leng Jingtian's eyes instantly flashed with a trace of evil spirit, and his burning gaze fell on her, and he approached her in a few steps, greatly shortening the distance between the two.

It was so close that he casually hooked Wen Yin into his arms, and the cold breath did not belong to the intimacy between lovers, a kind of complete domineering and strong cross-section between the two.

She didn't resist, knowing full well that resisting was no different, but there was panic flashing in her eyes.

Looking at this plain, fresh face like a white lotus, it invisibly exudes a kind of charming attraction, like a silky fragrance pouring out, there is an absolute charm, like a wordless invitation......

Leng Jingtian took a light breath quietly, and the hand on her waist was already a little tighter unconsciously, "I thought you had something to say to me?"

There was a cold determination in the eyes that stared at her, and there was a powerful aura in his tone, forcing her to reply.

It's a pity that for a long time, he only summoned Wen Yin to look at him in a daze, and he didn't open his mouth.

It is still a poignant and sad charm, which makes people feel distressed, but in Leng Jingtian's eyes, he can't show the slightest pity, he bows his body strongly, and grabs her lips accurately, and sucks the sweetness of her lips wildly......