Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin Jinan was dragged to the cramped toilet compartment. There was an embarrassing smell in the air and the hiss and hisses of the water in his ear.

Ten minutes after class, the toilet is very popular, Lin Jinan heard the boys talking, he heard a footstep.

"Classmate, are you ready? How long will it take to get out? " Someone spoke, wearing glasses of the male classmate, brain out of the sweat, he bent over, with his hands covered his stomach, look painful.

Lin Jinan opened his mouth nervously. He seemed to be speechless. His face was red and his body was so hot that he shivered.

"Go away." Yan Luo spoke for him, his tone was very impatient, with a trace of anger.

It sounds like a ferocious guy. The boy didn't dare to knock on the door. He changed a cubicle and continued to crouch.

"What did you bring me here for?" Lin Jinan looks up, his head is barely able to go up to the chin of the boy.

The voice trembled badly, sliding and pulling a string of shivers. Lin Jinan thought of all the people outside, they were accidentally found out what to do.

The boy's voice is very small, just as soft and cute as a rabbit. Yan Luo stares at his face, and the anger in his eyes disperses.

"Didn't you tell me not to leave? You said it yourself He wanted to go to the toilet, but the little boy in front of him looked aggrieved, which made him inexplicably soft hearted.

He took his hand and took the man to the cubicle.

"So you brought me to the bathroom?" Lin Jinan's hard way is hard to understand.

Yan Luo's brain circuit is a little strange. In fact, he can invite himself to go to the bathroom together, instead of squeezing into the cubicle in such a wonderful way.

"Hello." Yan Luo looked at that Balabala's small mouth, and the restless breath around his eyebrows came back again.

"Ah?" Lin Jinan felt that he was wronged. He only said a few words in total. How could he be so wordy.

The man looked at himself with innocent eyes, his ruddy lips opened slightly, and Yan Luo heard a fresh smell of jasmine mint.

"What toothpaste do you use?" Yan Luo breathed heavily, and the situation seemed to be out of control.

"Ordinary black toothpaste, jasmine tea, what's wrong?" Lin Jinan swallowed his mouth. His boy friend's Adam's apple looked good.

The swallowing sound was very loud. Yan Luo heard it. He looked down at the boy close to his chest, "Tut, it's too much trouble..."

Lin Jinan's eyes widened. What did he say? Was he bored to death? As soon as he was ready to question, he saw a dark shadow pressing down on him.

"Oh, it hurts..." Lin Jinan was bitten, his lip was broken, and a little blood was shed.

Yan Luo's lip is very cold, pastes on his lip, does not take the initiative to attack, just very simple sticks.

The little blood was licked clean by him and wound around the tip of his tongue.

The smell of blood is very light, and the taste is sweet. Yan Luo is stunned. His eyes are closed and his long eyelashes are trembling.

Lin Jinan heard the bell for class. He wanted to go. If he was late, he would be punished.

"Don't move. Let me hold it a little longer." Yan Luo is aware of the movement of the boy, the arm tightens some, imprisons the person in the bosom.

He seems to be verifying something. There is no nausea and no feeling of vomiting. The boy's body is very soft and warm. It's just right to hold him in his arms.

The earthworm teacher was afraid of being late.

"Are you so afraid of teachers?" Yan Luo will release people, on his bright eyes.

"I'm not afraid of teachers. I like learning. If I don't study, I feel bad all over." "Let's go back to study," Lin said

The two entered the classroom one after another. Fortunately, the time they delayed was not long. When the teacher saw that they had a correct attitude, they were not too embarrassed.

Lin Jinan pretended to take out the Chinese book, shaking his head to recite ancient poetry, at first glance, like a good student.

"Mr. Lin, your book is upside down." The system is hard to understand. It seems to be perfunctory by the host, and it's a kind of extremely attentive one.

“……” It was just a small accident. Lin turned the Chinese books upside down and read the ancient poems clearly.

Yan Luo looked at the boy shaking his head, round back of the head can be lovely, he did not want to accept the reality of his face.

Where's a cute boy? He may have been flooded with cold water and hallucinated.

After holding on for a while, Yan Luo gave up. His eyes fell on the boy's back, and his soft voice was in his ear. His eyesight was very good. He could see the crooked handwriting on the page at a glance.

originally, his name was Lin Jinan. Yan Luo wrote down three words with each stroke, which was different from that of the boy. He was sexy that even the master could not understand Wild grass, wild road!