Fei Yan kicked away the person at his feet, his short golden hair was slightly raised, and his dark gray pupils faintly fell on the face of the person in front of him, seeing the fear in his eyes very clearly, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a sarcastic arc.

I dared to shake his hand yesterday, but I didn't even dare to look at him today.

It's really cowardly.

When he raised his hand and was about to throw the schoolbag in his hand to him, he heard the boy's voice trembling and weak.

"You play it lighter, I still want to go to school."

God goes to school.

Fei Yan threw the black schoolbag into his arms, and said in a fierce tone: "Follow me in the future, no one dares to bully you." ”

Su Meng was stunned, opened his eyes to him in disbelief, hugged the schoolbag in his arms and followed behind him, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Really?" ”

"Of course, as long as you're honest." Fei Yan stopped, his knotted fingers easily clamped his pale jaw, and his slender and slightly raised pupils narrowed comfortably.

It was this feeling, the cool taste of spring water pouring into his heart, easily soothing his restless body.

Su Meng's body stiffened at first, and then he kicked his legs back a few meters away, looking at him with a frightened expression.

Why is this like this, I always love to move my hands and feet.

Is? He recalled the night he spent in the study with Fei Yan ten years ago, and the same was true.

Could it be that Fei Yan likes to pinch people's chins whether she is young or mature?? This fetish is also too weird.

Fei Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, the curvature of her thin lips was dyed gloomy, and her originally calm heart became impetuous again, "You hate me so much?" ”

Don't even let you touch it?

Anyway, he saved him just now.

Su scratched his hair violently, it was his reaction that was too excited, thinking of the hint of 0 favorability, he really wanted to knock his head.

This was a chance to get health, and I pushed it away.

The pale face of the young man changed in Fei Yan's eyes, sometimes blaming himself and sometimes reflecting.

I don't know how to hide my emotions at all.

I only heard him emphasize in a low voice: "I don't hate you, it's just too close." ”

.... Too close? Fei Yan clearly saw that the pinna of Qingjun Young's ears was flushed red, the tip of his heart moved slightly, and an incredible feeling rushed into his heart.

Damn, how do you feel weird, Fei Yan tried his best to ignore the abnormal palpitations, and said in a cold voice: "Keep up." ”

Su Meng breathed a sigh of relief and followed him with his schoolbag.

After a few steps, his heart ached.

Fei Yan walked so fast that Su Meng had to trot to keep up.

Su Meng paused, his hand covered the position of his heart, and his brows furrowed,

As soon as Fei Yan, who had no footsteps behind him, turned around, he saw him squatting on the ground, his face pale with pain.

Frowning, he walked over with his feet raised and stopped in front of him.

The young man's face was as pale as a piece of paper, the corners of his forehead overflowed with fine and dense cold sweat, and his handsome face wrinkled together, deep in pain.

Fei Yan also noticed that something was wrong, his voice was lowered, and even he didn't notice that his voice was mixed with a trace of worry: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Su Meng stopped hurting for a while, and raised his black ink pupils, the ends of his fine hair stained with sweat and water, "I'm fine, you walk slower." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and straightened his crumpled uniform.

Fei Yan didn't move, her brows still frowning: "What disease do you have?" ”

What kind of disease can make people hurt like this when they take two steps?

I recall the scene when I walked over and saw him surrounded by those students, shouting for him to give money.