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Chapter 186 Fifth Floor
"Squad leader, no one reported you!" Cheng Xuran shouted, her features were as clean as a piece of white paper amid the feasting and feasting.

Song Yanqing moved her lips: "Why are you reporting me?"

Cheng Xuran pointed at him.

He was still holding the cigarette she gave him in his mouth. The scarlet red flickered on and off, reflecting the high curve of the bridge of his nose. He smiled as if he had said something.

But Cheng Xuran didn't hear clearly. She asked blankly. Before she could hear the answer, several boys nearby were fighting wildly. The whole box was filled with their curses. One of them was pushed to the sofa. Cheng Xuran only felt a strong force. It hit him, and then his whole body hit Song Yanqing.

Her hand subconsciously pressed a supporting point on his thigh. For a few seconds, the distance between the two was intimate.

Her breath was filled with his scent.

It's overwhelming and addictive.

The heart beats like a drum.

The boy wore a black jacket with a dark T-shirt underneath. His Adam's apple line was cold and sexy, his collar was loose, and his collarbones were white. He was relaxing against the sofa, looking downcast from a dim perspective. she.

The temperature under the palm of my hand was burning, and a burning pain spread to my heart.

Whose desire is aroused?

Cheng Xuran looked up at him and listened to Song Yanqing's laughter, with a vague and low tone that reached her ears.

"If you don't report it, who would dare?"

Those four ridiculous seconds were perhaps their most ambiguous moment.

He straightened up and stepped back to the friend distance.

In school, we still treat each other with respect.

I never thought it would become a prophecy.

It was her who made him pay in the end.

She is the most innocent among all her friends.

At five o'clock that morning, Cheng Xuran quietly returned home and slipped into her room to change into her school uniform.Her parents asked her what time she went to bed last night.

Cheng Xuran said vaguely that it was past eight o'clock and she felt guilty staying out all night, but she didn't want to miss his birthday, no matter how chaotic the environment was.

Cheng Xuran had been obedient since she was a child, and the few times she rebelled were because Song Yanqing lied to her parents again and again.

People like him are not afraid of addiction.

In No. [-] Middle School, he was wearing a school uniform, smelling of washing powder, cold and refreshing, with a straight back, holding a paper in his hand, knocking on the door of her class and walking towards her.

Cheng Xuran thought it was worth it again. The green grape chewed in his heart over and over again. The more sour and astringent it became, the longer the aftertaste was.

Maybe those things were nothing special, just ordinary bits and pieces, but when his eyebrows were vivid and fresh, they were engraved in the memory and made people think about them endlessly for many years.

I also remember that in my sophomore year of high school, there was a film festival in the school, and the entire first grade group watched movies in the large conference room on the fifth floor of the comprehensive building.

In the cold December, the tired evening self-study and the excitement of watching movies intertwined into a noisy atmosphere.

Song Yanqing came late and quietly came in through the back door of the conference room. He picked a seat in the dark and said in a low voice, "Classmate, is there anyone here?"

For a moment, he recognized his voice.

Cheng Xuran was stunned for a few seconds, turned her head to look at him, their eyes met, and then she smiled, gentle and delicate, and said, "No."

Song Yanqing paused and sat next to her.

They haven't sat together in school for a long time.

"You go out again." Cheng Xuran smelled his scent.

"Good student, watch the big screen." Song Yanqing changed the subject.

The conference room on the fifth floor was quite cold. Cheng Xuran remembered that that night he wore a black down jacket over his school uniform, with the zipper unzipped, and quietly watched a movie in more than two hours of drowsiness.

(End of this chapter)