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Lin Jue stood still and didn't move. Seeing Shen Fan trying to drive him away, he felt "at a loss" rather than angry.

He originally came with the mentality of "peaceful" solution, in order to let Shen Fan recognize the reality and stop entangled with He Jian.

The goal he expected was for Shen Fan to quit and start over.

If Shen Fan wants to change schools, he can provide the necessary help.

But the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

They fell apart again.

He felt that every conversation with Shen Fan was much more difficult than negotiating with the enemy on the battlefield.

He can be gentle and tough towards his enemies.

But these "strategies" failed on Shen Fan, and they became this embarrassing look again.

Lin Jue walked slowly to the door, but kept looking at Shen Fan, hoping to find a turning point and a breakthrough in these few steps, even if it required him to pay some extra "price".

He just wants, wants...

Lin Jue suddenly turned around and approached Shen Fan, wanting to say something else.

"Go away!"

Shen Fan expressed strong resistance to such sudden action.

Bright eyes also started to click in Shen Fan's brain.

Warning, warning, if you find that the other party is prone to violence and harm!

At this time, the lights in the room began to beat, and all the electronic instruments made unexpected sounds.

Linjue felt something tripping him under his feet, and he rushed towards Shen Fan's position. Shen Fan wanted to escape, but behind him was the dining table and chairs, leaving no room for him to escape.

After realizing the harm he might have caused to Shen Fan, Linjue gave up his instinctive "self-rescue". He put one arm around Shen Fan, then turned around forcefully, using one of his elbows and back as a buffering "tool."

He groaned and felt a numbing pain in the bones of his elbow, as well as the deep wound on his back.

Shen Fan lay half-lying on Lin Jue's body and was not seriously hurt. He turned his head and glanced at the "sweeping robot" on the ground, and began to yell in his brain: Bright Eyes! !

Mingmu took it upon herself to "protect" and caused this unexpected "accident".

Mingmu: Master, my temporary escape authority has not been closed.

The implication was that it was Shen Fan's own fault.

Shen Fan was so angry that he immediately disconnected from Mingmou's brain.

"How are you?" He felt that Lin Jue under him was not moving, and he was a little panicked. He tried to feel around Lin Jue's body, "Where did you knock him?"

The "fall on the ground" just now was very strong, and coupled with Shen Fan's weight, it would definitely be uncomfortable.

When Shen Fan was about to get up, Lin Jue suddenly hugged him.

Within a few seconds of hugging Shen Fan after falling to the ground, Lin Jue suddenly understood something.

He didn't feel bad because He Jian took this Shen Fan as his own as a substitute. What made him feel bad was that he didn't take this Shen Fan as his own.

The full feeling in his arms and the "caring" look in Shen Fan's eyes made his heart beat like a drum.

Lin Jue clearly realized that his desire for the person in his arms, even if he wanted to whitewash the peace again and again, wanted to peel himself off, and told himself that these were all mistakes and immoral, he still controlled Don't control your heart.

Just like those charming dreams every night, just like the self-destruction in the dark medical room.

What he can't face is himself, and what he can't look directly at is his "feelings" for Shen Fan, who he despises and can't get.

It felt so good to be hugged for real, so good that he ignored Shen Fan's struggle and wanted to continue this painful and uncomfortable "hug".

"Linjue, let me go!"

Shen Fan couldn't break free and was trapped in front of Lin Jue's chest. He watched Lin Jue's distracted eyes gradually gather together and raised his head slightly to look at him.

"Shen Fan, leave He Jian. I can give you whatever He Jian can give you. I..." Linjue couldn't say the two words that burst into his heart. He just felt that if he said it like this, the other party would not believe it. It will attract more ridicule and disgust.

Shen Fan couldn't move, but that didn't stop him from venting his anger.

"You can do whatever you want? Are you my father or my mother?"

Shen Fan beat Lin Jue's chest. Although he felt that such an action was very girly, there was nothing he could do about it.

Compared with strength, strength cannot compare.

Compared to suppression, huh, he hasn't differentiated yet.

Compared with external forces, Mingmou, this idiot "AI" who succeeds only in failure but fails in success, is simply a disservice.

Lin Jue saw Shen Fan resisting with all his heart, and not a single good word came out of that irritating mouth.

Why could he be so pleasant to others, He Jian, even that boy in the restaurant, and talk and laugh happily, but only to him?

If only it were like the last time I was in the medical room.

They don't speak, or only speak very few words, but the atmosphere can be very good and harmonious.

If only he hadn't spoken...

Lin Jue thought so and did the same. He lowered his head and kissed Shen Fan's mouth that was still cursing.

Shen Fan's lips felt hot, and his whole body jumped up in shock. But this was just his imagination. The reality was that Lin Jue pressed his head, pressed his waist, and kissed her tightly.

His mouth that wanted to curse was taken advantage of, taking away the ability to speak.

After Lin Jue kissed him, he realized that this feeling was better than holding him, better than he imagined. Those memory fragments had faded and been "polished" by him repeatedly. The rough edges are far inferior to this "immersive" beauty.

After Shen Fan whimpered twice, he was picked up by Lin Jue.

There is only one room and one bed here, so Linjue can know where his destination is even without looking.

After being able to face his own desires and his "wants", Linjue felt like he suddenly had an enlightenment.

His kiss became passionate and his body became hard. He did not tolerate Shen Fan's resistance and threw him on the bed.

……

Touching the soft bed, Shen Fan felt as if his back was being pricked by thousands of steel needles.

Especially the waist, hips and buttocks, the memory of the last suffering experience is still fresh in "them".

Shen Fan finally waited until Lin Jue let go of his mouth, and then he couldn't wait to curse his mother again.

"Linjue! How dare you?"

Lin Jue let go of him not because of his conscience and wanted to let Shen Fan go, but because he saw something on Shen Fan's bed.

That was his coat, the coat that Shen Fan wore as a "skirt".

Lin felt that he had almost forgotten its existence, but it appeared so unexpectedly.

"Why don't you explain this?"

Linjue asked Shen Fan to explain, but in the next second he dragged Shen Fan back who was trying to escape and kissed him.

The joy in his heart reached an unprecedented height.

He knew that Shen Fan was "eloquent" and "eloquent". He could not defeat Shen Fan, but he believed in his eyes and the "truth" he saw.

If Shen Fan really had no feelings for him, why did he keep his clothes and even put them on the bed where he slept every day.

Or to further infer, what is Shen Fan thinking about every time he holds his clothes?

What did Shen Fan do to his clothes again?

……