Chapter 25

Three seconds after hearing this sentence, Song Zhen slowly realized what he meant. He looked at Guan Wuqiao with a dumbfounded expression, "You said it was because of this?"

Guan Wuqiao grabbed Song Zhen's hand and clasped Song Zhen's ten fingers tightly, making Song Zhen's hand feel a little painful.

"No, because you let go of my hand." Guan Wuqiao said.

Song Zhen does not understand the relationship between these two things, which is natural, because he simply cannot understand Guan Wuqiao's possessiveness and desire to control him, he feels that Guan Wuqiao is just making excuses, as if he really It's like doing wrong, Guan Wuqiao likes nonsense the most.

"What..." Song Zhen shook the hands they were holding together, "It's nonsense again."

Looking at Guan Wuqiao, he deeply felt that the other party was a paper tiger, and he didn't take what he just said seriously, "Do what you want."

He is not a person with a high sense of shame, because his habit is not to think too much, even if he knows vaguely what is going on, he doesn't think it has anything to do with what they have done before. too much difference.

At least he thought so before he was hugged by Guan Wuqiao and fell on the bed while kissing.

"Take it easy." Song Zhen asked worriedly before he started.

Guan Wuqiao kissed him on the forehead, "Okay."

After twelve o'clock, Song Zhen lay motionless on the bed, Guan Wuqiao lay on top of him and kissed his bare shoulders forcefully, but Song Zhen remained motionless.

Guan Wuqiao turned him over, the pillow on which he was lying was wet, his face was full of tears, and his eyelashes became clumps.

"Why are you still crying?" Guan Wuqiao said helplessly, "Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

Song Zhen's head was full of slurries, and he couldn't speak. He moved his waist with some difficulty, and physiological tears poured out all at once.

He really wanted to say that he didn't cry because of pain, and to be fair, he really didn't feel much pain, but he couldn't speak at all. At this moment, he deeply regretted that he had agreed to Guan Wuqiao so easily. I really want to get dressed and go home and not be with Guan Wuqiao for the next month.

Song Zhen couldn't remember what happened in the rest of the time. He only remembered that Guan Wuqiao seemed to let him drink some water and then put his arms around him to sleep.

The next day, he was called by Guan Wuqiao, and he felt a strange feeling all over his body. He looked at Guan Wuqiao, suddenly recalled what happened yesterday, and finally said the unspoken words. .

"I'm going home," he said.

Guan Wuqiao lifted his arm and helped him put on his shirt, "Aren't you going to school?"

Only then did Song Zhen realize that today is not the weekend.

He wanted to cry but had no tears, so he looked at Guan Wuqiao pitifully, and Guan Wuqiao leaned over and kissed his face, "Why do you look at me like this?"

Song Zhen blurted out: "You are a pervert!"

Guan Wuqiao almost died of laughter, "Why am I perverted?"

Song Zhen was hard to say, so he chose the most shameless fact and said, "You slapped my ass."

"My fault." Guan Wuqiao said sincerely: "I won't fight next time, really."

He hugged Song Zhen and kissed his face and neck gently like a baby. The memory of last night attacked Song Zhen vigorously, Song Zhen closed his eyes, and tears flowed down again.