Taking a closer look, good guy, Mo Li directly dragged Bai Cheng and walked to the other side, while walking, he raised his hand and shook it in a dashing manner: "I won't be able to attend this class!"

"What are you doing if you don't go to class!" Yu Yan's forehead bulged, if he wasn't afraid of Yu Qingyan hitting him, he would definitely teach Mo Li a lesson to this ignorant brat, "Be careful I tell your mother that you skip class!"

Hearing this, Mo Li stomped his feet, turned his head under Bai Cheng's horrified gaze, smiled harmlessly towards Yu Yan, and said confidently: "If you dare to complain, I will tell my mother that you bullied me at school, who is afraid Who."

Then he walked away without looking back.

Yu Yan's fury, but Qing Yan's doting on Mo Li is well known. There was nothing he could do, so he could only go back to the classroom and teach the thorns in his class a lesson, so that he could vent his hatred.

And Bai Cheng was dragged directly to the rooftop by Mo Li. He stared blankly at Mo Li who was furious, and shivered by the cold wind from the rooftop.

At the same time, Mo Li also stopped abruptly, making sure that there was no one on the rooftop, then turned around and unzipped the school uniform to reveal the turtleneck sweater inside, afraid to pat his chest and said, "Come here."

Seeing that Bai Cheng couldn't come over in a daze, he gritted his teeth and said childishly, "You can't come here!"

Bai Cheng still didn't know what he was going to do, so he took a step forward with a blank expression on his face.

Seeing him dawdling, Mo Li was impatient. He leaned over and hugged him directly, then wrapped Baicheng in his school uniform.

"Now you're in my school uniform, it's mine."

Of course he said.

Bai Cheng only felt that Mo Li's breath was intertwined with a net from all directions, covering him, and his fingertips started to heat with the warmth.

"Childish." He murmured softly, but couldn't help laughing.

Mo Li also felt that the longer he lived, the more he went back, especially the longer he spent with the young Baicheng, the more he wanted to make Baicheng happy and make Baicheng's past happier and happier.

He lowered his eyes, patted Bai Cheng's back lightly, as if coaxing a child, and said in a soft voice:

"Do you still want to cry? There's no one here, you can vent whatever you want, Zhong Yu F...E I'll accompany you, don't tell anyone."

His family Baicheng does not need any pressure, if there is, it will be solved by him.

From Mo Li's point of view, the young man's mind is too difficult to understand like a needle in the bottom of the sea. He didn't guess what was wrong, and coaxed Bai Cheng to be frank and let him say it himself.

Hearing this, Bai Cheng's eyes widened a little, and for a long time he held back his choked sob, and said unpleasant words: "You are so windy, you will catch a cold when you go back at night."

Murray: ?

"Am I such a petite and frail person!" Mo Li gritted his teeth and hugged Bai Cheng harder and harder, "Don't try to change the subject, hurry up and be honest."

After a pause, he lowered his head and hurriedly kissed Bai Cheng's neck twice, pressed against his forehead and said worriedly, "Didn't you say you want to be frank? Tell me what's on your mind, what do you mean by holding back in your heart?"

Bai Cheng, who was emotionally greener than anything, was completely moved by this time. He rubbed his eyes forcefully and said in a low voice, "I want to hug you, okay?"

Mo Li only felt that Bai Cheng, who was begging him with red eyes like this, was so cute, he couldn't help but kissed Bai Cheng on the neck several times before saying, "You can kiss me!"

Bai Cheng was almost amused again. He closed his eyes and smelled Mo Li's breath deeply. He gradually calmed down and said in a low voice, "I'm not worthy of you."

"You say it again?" Mo Li narrowed his eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, he was restrained by Bai Cheng, and he saw Bai Cheng's serious face: "Listen to me!"

Mo Li was patient and listened to Bai Cheng continue to talk, but in his heart he thought that if Bai Cheng dared to say something unpleasant, he would "educate" him well and let him know what to say and what not to say in front of his husband.

"Your family background is good, you are good at studying, you are good for people, and you are good for me." Bai Cheng counted it down, his voice hoarse and lost: "Even with my experience, I can't imagine what your family background is like."

"I can't give you anything, I just blindly accept your help. This kind of inequality makes me feel uneasy, blame myself, and can't raise my head."

Mo Li was already on the verge of rage, he took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, not to crush the white city in his arms, nor to teach him on the bed...

Go to his cool!

At the moment when he almost lost control, Bai Cheng suddenly raised his head and kissed him on the mouth.

Then he smiled, his eyebrows facing the winter sun, still dazzling.

"But I finally figured it out."

"If you feel uneasy, try to understand you. If you feel guilty, try to be nice to you. If you feel that you can't lift your head up, try to become someone who can stand by your side."

The more Bai Cheng said, the more embarrassed he became. He lowered his head and scratched his neck, his ears were burning, but he still raised his eyes firmly and said:

"I won't give up on you."

Yu Qingyan asked him before, why did he study, why did he want to go to university?

He knew how to answer now.

At the beginning, really didn't have a clear goal. just wanted to have a good job, make money, and let family live a good life.

But now he knows that hard work can make him meet better people.

When you meet the person you like, you can have the confidence to be side by side with him.

Mo Li's mood went up and down like a roller coaster. He never got such a confession from Bai Cheng in his last life!

"A, Acheng." He stuttered a little when he was excited, and stared at Baicheng with bright black eyes: "Are you confessing to me?"

Bai Cheng was already ashamed to the extreme, and when he said everything in his heart, he was no different from standing in front of Mo Li when he was stripped naked, and now Mo Li had to ask such a rhetorical question.

Immediately, his face changed, and he pushed Mo Li away in shame and anger, and ran away without saying a word.

Damn it, hypocrisy is dead.

Covering his face with one hand, he walked downstairs quickly, and Mo Li followed happily behind him, and said with joy in his tone: "Is it a confession? Is it a confession?"