Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin felt a little pain after being sucked out several fresh red marks on his neck.

His back was against the bookshelf, and the top of his head was full of books.

"Song..." Before the teacher said two words, Lin Jinan was pinched by the man on the opposite side and rubbed it gently.

Song Huaiju's eyes are too deep. There is a burning fire inside. Lin Jinan is about to be burned.

"What's your name, classmate?" Opening your mouth is a dumb voice.

Song Huaiju looked at the young man's face, beautiful and beautiful. He looked like a girl indeed.

He glimpsed somewhere without leaving a trace, and a smile came to his lips.

Lin Jinan wrung his eyebrows, he thought for a while, not false thought cableway, "Lin Lan."

Oh, even the name is fake.

Song Huaiju looked at him in a deep voice, "Lin Lan? It's a nice name

Lin Jinan hairy, he nodded, eyes burst out bright color, dogleg way, "teacher's name is better to hear."

The man is still looking at him attentively, carefully outlines the young man's eyebrows and eyes, and he slowly bends down.

“……” This distance, too dangerous, Lin Jinan thought silently.

As long as he moved forward a little, he could kiss song Huaiju.

There was a footstep outside the corridor, and a student came up to the top floor.

They seem to have come up to let the wind out, climb to the railing, and begin to talk in a low voice.

Lin Jinan was pushed against the door, the man pressed him, "afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Lin Jinan whispered, the volume is big, is to spread to the outside to be heard.

Song Huaiju buried in the neck of youth, breathing, sweet taste tempting crime.

He gently laughed, the cold breath was diluted a lot.

It's very exciting to be kissed. Professor Song is not only good at learning, but also good at "lip and tooth communication".

"Why? Did you hear anything? " Outside the corridor, two boys were talking in a low voice.

"Well." The boy who was asked nodded his head seriously. He heard a sharp and thin voice mixed with a heavy breath.

Ghost, once the word appears, it can't be pinched any more.

Two people looked at each other from the opposite eyes, a kind of emotion called fear.

On the corridor, there are two more strings of disordered footfalls.

In the day and night, two big boys were frightened by the "ghost" on the top floor.

Lin Jinan lost his soul. When he went back from the library, he had a contact in his mobile phone.

Professor Song has registered his social software account, but he doesn't often play with him. Many people pay attention to him, mostly girls, and even a wife group.

Lin Jinan added the group number, a group of full, he then click the group number of the second group, and went in smoothly. There are thousands of members and many people are active online.

Click to the album, all photos of song Huaiju.

All of them were secretly photographed by students. Professor Song was dressed in formal clothes at the school lecture.

He is holding chalk, writing pictures on the blackboard, tall and handsome back, with perfect proportion of shoulder and neck line.

Some people, only show a back figure, can make people want to stop.

Lin Lan: Hello, everyone. I'm Professor Song's daughter-in-law.

Lin Lan: Xie Ying.

After the news was sent out, it was quickly refuted below.

Professor Song's chalk: ah, ah! Where is the fake? Professor Song is my man!

Song Huaiju I declare you: @ Lin Lan, ah, woman, you are playing with fire.

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