How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 182

   Chapter 182 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds (19)

   The teacher on the podium was still teaching, but Wen Xien didn't listen to a single one.

   The teacher didn't seem to notice that there was no one missing in the class, and still taught his class.

  Wen Xien wanted to study seriously, but Wang Qi always looked at her with hope in his mind.

  No one will save Wang Qi, only he is struggling in the abyss, and she is also one of the murderers.

   Holding the pen, his fingertips turned white, and the contents of the textbook seemed to be distorted and blurred. Wen Xien closed his eyes, and his pale lips were tightly pursed.

   After school, Wang Qi still didn't come back.

  Wen Xien slowly packed her schoolbag. Halfway through the pack, she looked at Wang Qi's seat in a daze, and finally she went to the toilet.

   There was no one in the toilet, it was very quiet.

   Wen Xien looked over and saw that the last compartment was locked.

   She opened the door and saw the boy huddled in the corner.

   Hearing the voice, Wang Qi raised his head, his face was blue and purple, there was blood at the corners of his mouth, and his hair was wet.

  Wang Qi just stared at her so quietly, without questioning or accusing, instead he laughed.

   "I knew you would come to me."

   Wen Xien suddenly felt suffocated, she took off her clean school uniform coat and put it on the boy.

  Wang Qi firmly grasped the clean school uniform, and there was still a residual aroma on it. It was a faint cold fragrance, and it smelled very good.

  Wen Xien was wearing a white short sleeve, which made her glow in white, which was out of place in this toilet.

   She said the first words the two had said since they met.

"Let's go back."

  There were not many people on the campus, and no one saw the embarrassed teenager. Under the setting sun, Wen Xien took out a big white rabbit from his pocket and put it in the palm of the teenager.

   Looking at the big white rabbit in the palm of his hand, Wang Qi smiled. He carefully opened it and put it in his mouth, "Thank you, Enen."

  The boy's footsteps seemed to become cheerful.

   Wen Xien didn't notice that Wang Qi suddenly called her kindly.

   This is the first time he has accepted other people's candy, so he eats it very slowly, but no matter how slow he eats, he finally finishes it, and his mouth is full of a strong milky fragrance.

   He turned his head to look at that extremely beautiful face, and the warm light shone on her body, like a fairy in the world.

The smile on   's face deepened, almost to the point of exaggeration.

   That's abominable.

   Wen Xien looked blankly at the man sitting on her sofa.

   Qiao Ling was chatting with the man, and the chat was very pleasant, and he didn't even notice that Wen Xien came back.

   It was the man who discovered Wen Xien first. He got up, took the schoolbag in Wen Xien's hand skillfully, and asked softly, "Are you tired? The rice is already cooked, and it's your turn."

   At first, Qiao Ling and Ma Junying were very unfamiliar with each other, each one Mr. Ma.

   Now Junying has called, and the love in his eyes has begun to emerge.

  She is getting more and more redundant.

   It's all this person's fault!

   Wen Xien snatched the schoolbag from Ma Junying's hand, glanced at him extremely coldly, then bypassed him and came to Qiao Ling's side.

   behind him, Ma Junying smiled lightly, bent down and raised his hand to touch Wen Xien's fingers, chasing after her thin and slender figure, raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply as if ingesting poison.

   can't stand it anymore, can't it?

  Qiao Ling took Wen Xien's hand, and hurriedly said under Wen Xien's hesitant eyes, "There are still ribs in the kitchen, I'll take a look. You go to the room to change clothes first."

After   , Qiao Ling hurried to the kitchen.

Wen Xien lowered her head with a gloomy expression. One hand pinched the soft flesh on the back of her neck from behind, and the warm finger pulps pressed against her ears. Wen Xien grabbed the hand that was still reaching in, and turned away. He looked at the man behind him.

  Ma Junying's face is kind and kind, "Is it Sunday tomorrow? Qiao Ling may not have time to accompany you."

   The tone that seemed to declare sovereignty and also seemed to show off made Wen Xien's expression colder and colder. She said word by word, "Sister...my."

  's childish and paranoid behavior made Ma Junying laugh. The laughter was hoarse and reverberated in Wen Xien's ears, very **** and sultry.

   Squinting, Wen Xien pushed Ma Junying away and walked to the room.

   Along the way, she heard the sound of stomping right behind her.

   The moment the door was closed, a strong hand suddenly jumped in. Wen Xien subconsciously maintained this position, and the hand was stuck in the crack of the door.

   Ma Junying stepped into the room with long legs and held Wen Xien's trembling index finger on the doorknob, "Your sister is now my woman, she will be soon, you can call my brother-in-law tomorrow, are you happy? Enen."

"You do not deserve!"

   The soft voice seemed to have a thorn in it, but the thorn was not piercing, and what followed was the hand that grabbed his collar weakly and sternly. Ma Junying didn't resist him, but looked down at Wen Xien's eyes, and even lowered her head slightly to make her more comfortable.

   The cat-like provocation came to an abrupt end.

"impossible……"

   The beautiful but gloomy profile was half-sleeping in the light, and the black hair was entangled, entangling Ma Junying and unable to breathe.

   He knew that Wen Xien was not what he looked like on the surface, but just showing the tip of the iceberg made him want to explore more, more...

   Show your true nature, we are the same kind of people.

   Crazy, morbid, paranoid, possessive.

   A very normal thing.

   Crazy paranoia, morbid possession.

   "En, Qiao Ling... It's very soft, have you never touched it? That place..."

   Ma Junying's face was flat, and the rolling of his Adam's apple revealed his restless heart. He stared at Wen Xien's expression frantically, not missing a single detail.

   He just said these words to provoke Wen Xien and to see her show more surprising expressions.

   Sure enough, he succeeded.

   Wen Xien was enraged by him.

   slapped him with his backhand, the sound was very small, but it didn't hurt, because her strength was really small, and Ma Junying's face didn't even turn a little bit.

   Then he pushed him out and slammed the door shut.

  Across the door, Ma Junying heard the sound of crickets in the room, followed by a 'bang' sound, as if something hit the back of the room's door.

   For Wen Xien's impossibly violent reaction, Ma Junying not only did not feel annoyed at all, on the contrary, there was a more surging desire to devour people completely.

  Ma Junying was still thinking about Wen Xien's eyes just now, as if she was angry?

right! is anger...

   Those pale-colored purses formed a straight line, and the beautiful eyes were as dark as ink, as if there was a beast hidden in them, as long as they were provoked, they would break free and tear the person who angered her to shreds.

   But this didn't make Ma Junying scared or offended, it made him even more excited.

   He wanted to show more expressions on that delicate pale face, more crazy expressions.

   It's really beautiful like that.

  Ma Junying stayed here for dinner. At the dining table, he talked to Qiao Ling as usual, without looking at Wen Xien, as if his eyes were full of Qiao Ling.

   Wen Xien was supposed to be home but felt at ease and happy, but now she is only irritable.

   The dishes on the table were plentiful, more plentiful than usual, because is this man here?

   All of a sudden she lost her appetite. Didn't she like to eat her sister's cooking the most before?

  The chopsticks were placed on the table, Wen Xien lowered her eyelashes, her pale skin could see the dark blue blood vessels, and the melancholy of her eyebrows made her look even more fragile.

  Qiao Ling's eyes were drawn back by Wen Xien. She looked at Wen Xien's bowl of rice that hadn't touched a few mouthfuls at all, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter, is today's food unpalatable?"

   Of course, it's not that the food has no appetite, it's just seeing someone and having no appetite.

Every second of the passage of time aggravated the irritability, and there seemed to be countless cells clamoring all over the body. Wen Xien unconsciously tore the brocade tablecloth spread on the table, as if trying to calm down the feeling of nowhere. Anxiety was placed, but no matter what, she couldn't get rid of it all.

   (end of this chapter)

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