Yan Qing felt that he was very innocent and miserable, but he just pulled out a knife to help his friend when he was bullied by some proud prince, oh no, he raised a lunch box to help, and then accidentally covered his head with food, obviously he had already apologized, and it was not a big deal, wouldn't it be clean to wash his hair, why should he unite the whole school to bully her, are these people in the school idle and bored, isn't it a noble school, how can one be more ferocious than the other, and one is more unreasonable than the other. Even the so-called good friends stood aside and watched, obviously they were bullied for her, and sure enough, rich people are the scum of society, the scum of mankind, and life is a waste of food.

Finally escaped this group of people, Yan Qing quickly hid in the empty classroom on the side, I really wanted to cry, but I didn't cry, and when I cried, it was more like the intention of that group of scum.

As soon as I raised my head, I forced the tears back into my eyes, God, did the angel come? Has the angel come to save me?

The pure white angel was lying on his side, wearing an ordinary school uniform on him like a noble and holy feather coat, and his deep and bright eyes like black jade looked at himself without blinking, as if he was looking at the world, as if he was the whole world, as if there was no angel in his eyes except himself, and he was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, but he alone ignited the spark of life for himself.

It can only be said that the heroine thinks too much about birds, and this thing is purely looking at you in a daze.

So, if you don't know the real situation, you have the right to speak, cough cough, let's get down to business.

The slender legs wrapped in the pure white suit pants turned sharply, the body as straight as a cypress tree, and Chen Gongsheng's awkward tie said that this shirt and tie are absolutely uncomfortable, once again it shows that we are girls, and women who don't wear skirts are not women, suits or something are really enough, and it is definitely a damn bad taste of cups. (Innocent lying cups: Is there a must-have variety of school uniforms in the eight-element campus romance of the shirt Shenma, how evil is the slave family, the slave family is so wronged, more wronged than Dou E.) ）

In Yan Qing's eyes, the dazzling angel walked towards her step by step, her white and slender fingers raised her chin without ambiguity, and her voice was as clear and cold as snowflakes falling in winter, "It's bleeding." The faint puzzled look revealed a little cuteness.

In the face of the sudden appearance of the oppressed heroine, the first step can be to choose a light kiss or flirtation, etc. ((#'o′) Hey, wait, what's the fuss, it's too lazy bird.) ）

Obviously, Chen Gongsheng, who is a cold prince like Liu Luo, of course chose to kiss lightly, and after saying "bleeding" with a slightly cute and cold expression, Chen Gongsheng lowered his head and kissed Yan Qing's lips, like the most precious treasure in the world, and the drunk Yan Qing lost himself with a gentle kiss.

Suddenly, the sound of Suosuo's footsteps came from outside the door, and Chen Gongsheng pushed Yan Qing heavily on the door panel behind him, and his two arms ignored all kinds of dirt on Yan Qing's head and brought her into his chest.

"Look in this classroom to see if the girl is there?"

"Yes."

The people outside looked in through the window, "Ah, Prince Leng, may I ask if you saw Yan Qing's dead girl, Prince Ao is still waiting to teach her a lesson, how do you know that careless kung fu actually let that girl escape." ”

Long-winded fellow, do you have white eyes? Even if you are held in Chen Gongsheng's arms, can't you see that the girl with the watermelon peel is the dead girl you are looking for? So, this is really the brain-pumping world of campus romance, and all kinds of unreasonable are reasonable.

The cold word "roll" on Wei Qi's thin lips popped out, frightening a group of people outside the window to flee in all directions. Mom, the cold prince is getting colder and colder, and the air is full, and there is no need for air conditioning in the big autumn.

The chest full of mint fragrance and indifference but the angel who protected himself indulged Yan Qing, who had not yet awakened from the light kiss, again intoxicated, smelling so comfortable, Yan Qing's nose was sour, and from the moment he accidentally covered the lunch box on Li Aoxiang's head, no one treated himself so gently, and he had been restrained from shedding tears, and finally silently dripped down his cheeks and fell on the shirt that had been dyed with paint, and his little head arched in his arms and rubbed, Like a puppy abandoned by its owner and returned to its owner's arms.

Chen Gongsheng swallowed the sour vomiting sensation in his throat again, still pushed Yan Qing out of his arms as if he was indifferent, raised his arm and calmly swept the watermelon peel off, and then opened the door and left without saying a word, leaving Yan Qing who was standing in place and watching him leave.

As soon as he left Yan Qing's sight, Chen Gongsheng turned into the staircase, he could no longer bear the vomiting sensation that overflowed in his heart, the acid water churned out of his empty stomach, and after a burst of vomiting, he sat down on the stairs and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, "Damn, it's disgusting, it's dirty, it's uncomfortable." ”

It seems that I forgot to tell everyone a very important thing.

Chen Gongsheng has a very strict and strange cleanliness habit, she hates touching other people's skin, so disgusted that she will not stop washing her hands with water and soap until she feels clean, and disgusted to the point that once she touches others in a large way, she will be nauseous and vomiting. Even the boyfriend has not been because of this cleanliness fetish.

So now Chen Gongsheng is still full of discipline, three views of normal mushroom cool, even if she has a beautiful man's skin, she can't change her strict cleanliness habits, she knows that she should restrain her cleanliness habits for the task, but when the real strategy target is to find that it is really difficult to suppress the cleanliness habits, obviously ready to have more strategies Yan Qing, but because of the irrepressible cleanliness habits, he can only choose to leave, Chen Gongsheng said that the system is really annoying.

Should you be glad that your body has applied for an independent dormitory in the school in order to sleep at any time?

Entering the dormitory, Chen Gongsheng took off his clothes irritablely, and the clothes that exuded a sour smell were really unbearable, especially those with cleanliness.

Cold water sprayed out of the shower, and Chen Gongsheng, who was holding the soap, wiped his skin over and over again, "What should I do?" I originally thought it was disgusting to touch other people's bodies or something (others here specifically refer to Liu Luoleng), and now I still want to use other people's bodies to attack the heroine, damn it, damn it, it's disgusting, it's disgusting. Feeling more and more disgusting, the furious Chen Gongsheng threw away the soap and grabbed the rough bath bomb on the partition and wiped it off his body fiercely, one at a time, until the white and smooth skin was all red blood spots, and the slightest blood flowed down the water from his body to the sewer pipe.

kissed Yan Qing's light-colored thin lips and was ruthlessly scratched, but the thin lips dyed with magnificent blood became more and more attractive.

Chen Gongsheng, who was clean and clean, sighed, stepped on a line of watermarks on the floor, and lazily fell on the soft big bed, □□ his whole body except for his legs, and the upper half of his body could not see a little white, all covered by red blood marks, red and white, a poignant sense of abuse came to his face.

"Other people's bodies, men's bodies, vomit, will they all have to be like this in the future?" Murmuring to sleep.

Slowly covered by the white light, the original white skin was restored a little, a teacup loomed from the white light, and distant words spit out from the small mouth of the teacup.

"This is too yourself. Sure enough, it is worthy of being the host chosen by the slave family. ”。

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