The temperature dropped quickly, and the wind was cold, blowing on the face like a knife and cutting the cheek.

The girl's appearance as a victim is just a trick, and she is the best at pretending to be pitiful. Eight One z.ćőr/> does this every time, which makes him soft-hearted.

But this time, Song Yan was hard-hearted.

Shen Yue's coat was tightened, and the bottom of his heart was like a layer of ice.

The long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the delicate and beautiful face was a little desolate, she raised her eyes and looked at him deeply, but the black and clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness at the moment, pure, and did not reflect his figure.

"It's late, I'm so stupid."

Song Yan was surrounded by anger, and subconsciously approached, and the thin girl looked at him quietly.

"Then your likes are really worthless." Song Yan's voice was cold, and he looked down at the other party's pure black eyes, like a quiet lake, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

Shen Yue's fingertips tugged at the corners of his clothes, and met his inky eyes, the whole person was like falling into the abyss, and the wound on his heart seemed to be torn open by someone, and he was dripping with blood.

She also smiled, her perfect snow-white face seemed to have fallen into the deep sea is the moon, covered with a veil, and her tone was soft, "It's not that you like it and are not valuable, it is that you are not valuable."

The girl's words pierced his heart like a sharp thorn, and he reached out violently, grabbed the girl's wrist, and violently pulled the person over.

Crashing into the man's hard chest, the warmth, and the faint scent of Aoki, is a unique smell on his body.

Shen Yue smelled it, but felt even colder, and her limbs suddenly froze, almost nauseating.

"Don't touch me!"

The girl went uncomfortably to break the fingers on her wrist, but the man's strength was great, Shen Yue hadn't eaten much in the past few days, and she hadn't slept well, and her strength was like that of a kitten, and her voice was soft, and there was no deterrent at all.

The five fingers are clenched together, and a beautiful excessive face in front of him is pale, and the intention of resistance is undisguised, but the girl even threatened him with photos before, wanting to be close to him, and if you look at it more, you will blush, and if you touch it more, you will be shy.

Song Yan was like an enraged lion, his eyebrows were fierce, and he asked in a vicious voice, "I'm worthless? Who licked a face in front of me, who seduced me, and who forced me with photos?"

"How did you have the face to say something like that? If it weren't for all the indiscriminate tricks you played, I wouldn't have looked at you more."

In the latter words, he could barely control his uncontrollable anger, which made him, who had always been very rational and calm, roar, his eyes were scarlet, looking gloomy and cold, and his chest rose and fell violently, but he couldn't calm the huge anger that was scurrying around in his body.

He had never said such a vicious thing, nor had he had such a great prejudice and dislike for a person, not just disgust, but another indescribable feeling that made him feel a little panicked.

He was disgusted and longing at the same time, like a pervert.

It was the girl who made him abnormal.

He really hated it.

The girl lowered her head, revealing her delicate and smooth skin like jade, even if there was no expression on her face, she was still beautiful and couldn't take her eyes off.

It seems that he was frightened by the fierceness of the man in front of him.

Her throat was astringent, and she was silent for a moment before she asked softly, "Is that what you think?"

His gaze swept over the girl's pale face, a fire burning in his chest, and he was desperately looking for an exit, and his eyes were bloodshot, revealing a sharp mang like a fierce beast, staring at her unabashedly.

The girl looked up at Song Yan like this and felt extremely strange.

It's obviously a very familiar face, but it can't overlap with the one in my memory.

This man is like a monster with a layer of little inkstone's brother's skin.

Song Yan also saw his reflection in the girl's dark eyes, hideous and distorted.

Even he felt strange.

The look on his face was extreme

Slowly subsided, hidden deep in the deepest part, his face was dark and gloomy, and he couldn't see any emotions under his eyes.

Gentleness is gone, only boredom remains.

"Isn't it?"

"Am I wrong?"

As he spoke, he let go of his hand, as if he didn't want to touch it again, and his eyes slowly calmed down, as if the loss of control just now was just an illusion.

The girl lost her mind, and suddenly her bright red and full lips were slightly curved, her eyebrows and eyes were pale and gloomy, but her smile was indescribably gorgeous: "You are not wrong."

Song Yan was particularly right.

She was filthy and vicious, ignorant and disgusting.

It's like a rat in the gutter, mud on the dirt after the rain.

If she hadn't taken the initiative to seduce, Song Yan would not have looked at her more.

It's really cheap.

Such people are dirty in life.

In silence, only the sound of the breeze blowing the branches and leaves was left in my ears.

Song Yan looked at Shen Yue's reddened eyes, and his heart seemed to stingle for a moment.

But he didn't care, his voice was faint and cold: "Is there anything else?"

The girl's jet-black eyelashes were wet, and the tails of her eyes were glowing with a thin silver red, like crow feathers on the snow's milky white skin.

"Song Yan, do you remember the little crying bag?"

She sat in a chair, her face pale and gloomy, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Song Yan's eyebrows twisted slightly.

It seems that a vague picture flashed in my mind, but it has been a long time and has been covered with a layer of dust, and I can't remember it for a long time.

He looked at the girl, and the emotions in his deep eyes rose and fell like a raging tide.

Song Yan was silent.

The silence spread uncontrollably, swallowing up the faint light in her eyes.

For a long time, she lowered her eyelashes.

The man's deep voice finally rang out.

"I don't remember."

Shen Yue's eyelashes trembled fiercely, and his heart instantly seemed to be clenched by a big hand.

Song Yan left.

She slowly raised her head and stared at Song Yan's departing back, her hands and feet cold.

——

Shen Yue returned to school, and the class looked at her with hidden malice.

Occasionally, Shen Yue heard them talking.

"It's because of her that Bai Qingzhen was hospitalized, and she ran away alone, it's disgusting."

"It's a shame that Bai Qingzhen is still so good to her, she really has no conscience."

……

The footsteps slowly faded away, and the sound faded away.

Shen Yue came out of the toilet cubicle, went to the sink, glanced at herself in the mirror, felt distorted, and after a minute, she turned on the faucet.

Jiang Wei hasn't come to her recently, and Shen Yue knows that he will go to the hospital to see Bai Qingzhen every day after school.

Shen Yue did not have accommodation and applied for day school.

On the way back, Shen Yue walked for a while, and there seemed to be someone behind him.

Shen Yue quietly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Wei.

Shen Yue dragged a distance and slowly sped up, she wanted to leave in a crowded place, but another person came out of the face.