Many years later, Jiang Rin recalled this moment, and suddenly realized that he was talking about himself.

Lan Qing leaned her chin on Jiang Rin's shoulder, tiptoed slightly, her whole body hung on Jiang Rin's body, and she breathed softly, "Teacher Jiang, your body is still so cold." ”

Jiang Rin hugged her, a hand spread all the way up from her waist, from the slender arm to the thin arm, the cold fingertips crossed the white and warm neck, lingering and drawing circles around her neck, and the fingers that danced on the black and white keys on weekdays seemed to be quietly feeling the blood surging under the skin.

"Itchy." Lan Qing muttered, the coldness of her fingertips made a shudder, she shook her body, raised her hands, hooked Jiang Rin's neck, raised her head and stared at his perfect face in the moonlight, realizing where the sense of disobedience came from.

"Mr. Jiang, where are your glasses?"

Without the shield of gold-rimmed glasses, his pupils were covered with the loneliness and decadence of the end of the century, deep and dark, and the edges of his pupils were flushed with a little blood-colored red, so beautiful that he would fall into them at a glance, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

"Shhhhh

The invisible oppressive force struck, and the whole person felt powerless, and he couldn't move Lan Qing watched Jiang Rin slowly lower his head, and a shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he was wanton.

Even he thought it was incredible, and the ghost kissed the girl by accident.

Just because at that moment, by the moonlight, when Lan Qing's lips were slightly open and breathing, it looked delicious.

He remembered that Lan Qing said that he was afraid of pain, so before that, he had to kiss her first.

Jiang Rin did do so, and he did it very excessively.

It was probably the first time that there was such a difference in height, Lan Qing felt that her neck was about to break, Jiang Rin was like a dragonfly at first, and a shallow cold breath blew in, with the fragrance of roses, and the hand covering her neck moved again, holding her jaw, deepening the kiss over and over again.

Lingering and compassionate, about to indulge in this kiss and couldn't extricate himself, all his breath was taken away, Jiang Rin kissed and gnawed lightly, the numb feeling spread from his lips, he enjoyed it extraordinarily, like playing tricks on the prey before hunting, pried open her lips and teeth, and entangled it further.

"Hmm."

The thick smell of blood spread from her mouth, Lan Qing suddenly sobered, Jiang Rin's eyelashes swept across her face, and she sucked the blood that exuded a faint fragrance mercilessly.

That's not quite right, right?

Although Lan Qing thought so in her heart, she didn't really want to open her mouth like this.

Jiang Rin felt that Lan Qing's lips were soft and really suitable for a bite, so after reluctantly entangled for a long time, he ended this turbulent kiss, looking at the silver filaments left on Lan Qing's lips mixed with bright blood, as well as the wound that was bitten by him, he felt extremely comfortable.

"Teacher Jiang, what are you doing—it hurts."

Lan Qing's cheeks flushed, and she complained a little flirtatiously.

Jiang Rin showed a rare smile on his face, his deep eyes tightly wrapped around Lan Qing, airtight, and the other hand wiped away the ambiguous traces on her lips, his burning gaze lingered on her lips, gently caressing the wound.

"As you said, kiss you, and you're not afraid of pain." Jiang Rin spoke extremely slowly, and his deep voice was hoarse, as if he was restraining some kind of suppressed impulse.

Lan Qing noticed that his eyes were almost filled with blood, like a blood-colored gem, shining in the moonlight.

And in the center of the field of vision, it is the girl's cheeks that are unnaturally crimson, and it is the petaled lips that were broken and withered by his kiss, and it is his ......

In the palm of your hand.