stay away from that sick girl

You knew that nothing good would happen, so you immediately put your hands on "dog"'s and tried to unscrew the doorknob.

"Dog" is too strong. When the muscles on his arms bulge, they are as thick as three of your arms.

You can't screw him at all.

You are just fighting, fighting for the chance of that "dog" being soft-hearted.

You know, in fact, "dog" is not really indifferent to you.

He just pretended so well that he fooled the bamboo horse.

You open your eyes and look at the "dog" in front of you.

His eyes flickered for a moment, then he avoided your sight.

You don't know, in fact, "dog" enjoys such time very much.

This is the only time you'll ever have your eyes on him.

You failed, the "dog" was not moved by you, he took your schoolbag, closed the door, and stood guard at the door under the order of the bamboo horse.

You blink your eyes, you don't know what you did wrong.

You feel like you are simply taking a lesson.

Your bamboo horse approaches you step by step, with heavy footsteps.

You couldn't help swallowing your saliva.

He must be angry, but you can never guess why he is angry.

In short, just smooth the hair first.

You flew forward and lightly kissed the corner of Zhuma's mouth.

When you wanted to pull away and leave, you found that your body was tightly held by the bamboo horse.

He pries your mouth open with his tongue, desperately sucking the air out of you.

You can barely breathe, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

You feel your breath mixed with his, ambiguous and obscene.

After a long time, he reluctantly separated from you.

There is a long silver thread drawn from the tip of your tongue.

you:……

You think this is a bit exaggerated, usually, even if it is difficult to coax, a light kiss will go away.

How could you be so exaggerated today?

While you were panting, your bamboo horse stretched out its arms again, encircled you, and pushed you against the door.

You resist a little because you know there is a "dog" behind the door.

You don't want others to discover this side of you.

"You touched someone else," the bamboo horse lowered its head, the heat from its breath dyed your ears red, "didn't you?"

There are almost three question marks in your head.

You feel confused, troubled, puzzled because you really don't have close contact with other people.

Rather, once you know your character, you start to alienate others, for fear of harming the innocent.

Under such circumstances, how can you touch others?

Your innocent look enraged the bamboo horse even more, and he took another step forward, forcing you to sit on his lap.

Now you are really and completely stuck together, his body temperature is transmitted to your body through the thin summer pants.

You feel bad because you know that your own body temperature must have passed in the same way.

Sure enough, when you raised your head again, you felt that Zhuma's eyes became more excited.

"You touched the man on your left, didn't you?" He spoke clearly, but the words he spit out made your hair stand on end.

Only then did you recall that in class, you secretly poked the gloomy man next to you from under the desk to remind him of the answer to that question.

... You didn't make a big show, you just poked quietly, quickly, from under the dark desk.

Even such a small action was known by the bamboo horse.

You looked at the handsome man in front of you in disbelief.

He is watching you.

There is likely to be his eyeliner in the classroom.

Possibly... more than one.