Chapter 52 You gave me hope and blocked my light (51)

Wen Xien chuckled and casually tidied up the collar of the school uniform to cover the traces.

The young man stared at the male classmate's position, his clean and wet eyes, and these eyes were no longer like clear spring water. At some point, a dark and gloomy appeared in his eyes.

Her excessively delicate eyebrows became more confusing.

It's too beautiful.

The male classmate never dared to look at the young man again.

The graduation party ended at nearly 10 o'clock, and the people in the class left one after another.

Wen Xien still sat in his seat with his eyes closed.

A few girls came to call her, but the young man ignored her and looked cold and inhuman.

Everyone in the class left, leaving only Wen Xien sitting alone.

Not long after, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the originally quiet corridor.

The class monitor returned, and when he saw Wen Xien who was still in the classroom, his eyes flashed slightly.

He walked to Wen Xien's table, and the young man was surrounded by the shadow reflected.

Wen Xien's eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly opening his eyes.

Looking at the young man who was obsessed with his eyes in front of him, the young man smiled.

The tender temperament of a young man with a thin and longing gentle temperament is filled with a dark and depraved look, and he looks depressed when he smiles.

Tempting and dangerous.

The boy was like a scholar seduced by monsters in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. His mind was so messy that he couldn't turn around. He didn't even know why he had to return to the classroom again, and his heartbeat was abnormally beating as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

He slowly leaned over in confusion, and his breathing was accompanied by the fragrance of the young man.

The young man looked at him with a smile, as if silently tolerating and indulging in others, and could make people do whatever they want.

"ah!"

The squad leader let out a cry of pain, and he was pulled back by someone's hair. Before he could even react, he was beaten by the oncoming fist and could not speak.

The punches and kicks were both heavy and fierce, and the squad leader's mouth was filled with blood. He saw Chen Jia's terrifying face like Shura in his blurry and hazy vision, and then he lost consciousness.

Wen Xien spoke lightly: "Enough."

Chen Jia's eyes were red, and his finger joints were stained with blood. I don't know if it was his or someone else's.

He turned around and stared coldly at the boy in front of him with his cold and red eyes.

Breathing hard, the extremely low voice was unstable, suppressing the violence in my heart, "Why! Why don't you resist?"

Wen Xien looked at the boy casually, staring at him with half-concentration, his pale lips curled slightly, and his beautiful and clean eyes that smiled were cold and cold, "I want to run away, but you asked me to wait for you here."

"I'm leaving, you can't find me."

Youth is pale, full of the innocent temptation of destruction.

She looked at Chen Jia at a close distance, frowned like a painting, as if helpless.

Chen Jia trembled and pressed his hand on the young man's face. The warm and greasy touch was the familiar feeling of crazy obsession in his impression. He could never quit as soon as he touched it. However, he left a blood stain on the young man's pale cheeks. His hands shook, and he wanted to wipe it clean in panic, but the more he wiped it, he became dirtier. His eyes turned red, and pain and paranoia appeared in his eyes.

"It's dirty, Sheeon, I'm dirtying you..."

The young man lowered his eyelashes coldly and indifferently.

Chen Jia was like a mad dog. He wanted to come forward and hug the young man, but he was afraid that the blood stain on his hands would stain her again.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!