Beauty and Master(24)

When she woke up, she was very improper, but the way she looked after falling asleep made Wang Yaner a little unable to take her eyes off. The domineering thick eyebrows are slightly raised, the eyelashes like a puff fan are gently covered under the eyelids, and the nose is as tall as in the stone statue of the Greek painted in the sketch, and the lips are slightly pursed.

"What a demon-like person." Wang Yan'er said softly.

Zhuo Yifan slept very comfortably this night, and opened his eyes at dawn. Wang Yan'er's sleeping face fell into Zhuo Yifan's eyes. Shook Wang Yan'er a little funny: "Get up, I'm going to class." ”

Wang Yan'er woke up slightly, but the soreness on her feet made her sigh: "My feet." ”

Zhuo Yifan found that he was still sitting on Wang Yan'er's lap, and then jumped away very embarrassedly: "Are you okay?" Seeing Wang Yan'er's frowning and painful appearance, Zhuo Yifan felt a little guilty, he pillowed others like this and made it difficult for others to go back to the room to rest, and slept for a night.

"It's just very numb." Wang Yan'er said coquettishly, the feeling of an ant gnawing on her thigh made her very uncomfortable, and she didn't dare to move her feet, "What time is it?" ”

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked: "There are still twenty minutes to go to class." ”

"No, I'm going to get up." Wang Yan'er got off the sofa in a hurry, but before she could stand firmly, her feet were weak and she was about to fall to the ground, Zhuo Yifan quickly caught Wang Yan'er, and her soft delicate body also made him blush.

"I'll press your leg first." Zhuo Yifan put Wang Yan'er on the sofa, and then held Wang Yan'er's thigh with some shame and squeezed it gently.

"It's okay, I'm the one who put you on my lap." Feeling Zhuo Yifan's guilt, Wang Yan'er explained with a smile, and the crispy numbness on her legs made Wang Yan'er sigh again: "Light! ”

After pinching for nearly ten minutes, Wang Yan'er could barely walk.

Later, looking at the few time, Zhuo Yifan had no choice but to ignore Wang Yan'er's shouting and pick up Wang Yan'er, and quickly ran towards the school.

Passers-by along the way saw a handsome man running down the street with a feminine woman on his back. Wang Yaner was so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself. But Zhuo Yifan's speed was really fast, and he arrived at the door of the class on time when the class bell rang.

Putting down Wang Yan'er, who was flushed, Zhuo Yifan smiled and said, "I know that your first class is not in our class, don't worry." No one saw it on the road. Then he shook his bangs on his forehead and swaggered towards his class. Wang Yan'er listened to her words, and her heart was also very moved, such a considerate man is really rare, and she wrote down her lessons after only one class. Then he staggered to his class in great emotion.

This class happened to be the class of Nan Xian's old class, and Zhuo Yifan, who walked in with a leisurely face after the class bell rang and played, was very angry and shouted: "zhanzhu! ”

Zhuo Yifan paused slightly when he heard the head teacher shouting, then looked left and right before pointing at himself blankly: "Are you talking about me?" ”

Zhuo Yifan, who was not afraid of the old class and even suspected of provocation, immediately made the class laugh a little, but when he saw the fierce face of the old class, he could only hold back. Such an old class, only a thorn like Zhuo Yifan dares to provoke.