The Price of Rebirth [System]

Zhang Zhongji subconsciously wanted to turn his head back, but unexpectedly, there was a warm body stuck behind him, and what made him frown even more was the pair of palms that were imprisoned around his waist, clinging to him through the soaked cloth. The skin at the waistline was as hot as a hot stone, almost scalding him, coupled with the force that seemed to tighten his bones so that Zhang Zhongji couldn't move for a while.

Tightening his lip line, Zhang Chongji tilted his cheeks and looked to the side. Not surprisingly, Yuan Jun's smooth side face with red ears came into view.

"Teacher, your waist is so thin." Yuan Jun muttered in a low voice, Zhang Zhongji was very sensitive to the other party's fingers caressing his waistline a few times intentionally or unintentionally, "It seems that if you strangle it, it will break. "

It seems that because the two of them are too close, Zhang Chongji can feel the warmth exhaled by the other party when he speaks on his cheeks. I have to say, compared to his usual shy and handsome appearance, Yuan Jun who is close at hand looks like It has an indescribable taste.

The pair of dark eyes on the fair and delicate cheeks are charming. Although his facial features are not as sharp-edged as those of his brothers, the curves of the outline are clear and soft. Zhang Chongji only noticed Yuan Jun's facial features when he looked closely. The eyelashes are very long and a little curly, like the wings of a butterfly, which makes people feel trembling and fragile, while the lips are pink and tender like rose petals, which makes people want to bite.

Zhang Chongji's eyes flickered, and subconsciously put his hands on his chest and pushed him a few times, and said softly, "Yuan Jun... let me go."

Although Yuan Jun was about the same height as himself, being forced to nest in his arms at this time made Zhang Chongji feel a little awkward.

The opponent's hand that held Zhang Chongji's waist tightened, and then he let go, but he lowered his head in frustration, and the grievance was obvious on his fair face: "Teacher, do you hate my contact?"

Zhang Chongji opened his mouth, but couldn't explain why. Finally, he could only sigh lightly, and looked at Yuan Jun with a helpless smile: "...It's just that this posture makes me feel uncomfortable."

He didn't deny or admit it. Although Zhang Zhongji had a faint smile on his face, he was actually cursing the young man in sheep's clothing and pretending to be innocent in a low voice in his heart.

It's really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

If he hadn't recognized Yuan Jun's distorted nature, he might have been deceived by such a wronged disguise.

"Teacher, let's go back to the tent and change your clothes." Yuan Junruo glanced at An Yun who was on the opposite side with a face of bewilderment and froze, with a shy and well-behaved smile on the corner of his mouth, "Let me take care of this." .”

Zhang Chongji followed Yuan Jun's gaze and saw An Yun's blushing face not far away as he expected, holding the hem of his clothes and wanting to cry, his heart sank.

"Ms. Wu, I'm really sorry..." An Yun's bright black eyes had a layer of ripples, and the hazy mist shrouded the eye sockets, so pitiful, the knuckles holding the corners of the clothes turned white. When Zhang Zhongji looked at him, he wanted to move forward, but the pair of eyes on the opposite side with a smile that couldn't reach his eyes forcibly stopped him in place, and until the end, he still conveyed a full apology with his gaze.

This duplication is of no use to Zhang Chongji, but it makes him feel more disgusted with An Yun.

This woman always arouses the irritability in my heart at the right time. Is it ironic that this is her unique ability or is it always a coincidence?

Sighing lightly, Zhang Chongji wrapped his clothes tightly, and didn't look at An Yun again to apologize, but just tightened his lips and said lightly: "Then I'll go back to the tent first, excuse me, sorry. "

Maybe it was because he really caught a cold, Zhang Chongji's voice was a little hoarse, not loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly, Zhang Chongji didn't respond to An Yun's apology, but was accepted by An Yun. Yun defaulted not to explain, so that her peachy face suddenly turned pale.

Zhang Chongji, who returned to the tent, changed his clothes immediately, but still couldn't help sneezing several times. He seemed to feel that his body's resistance was gradually declining, so he took two cold medicines preparatoryly. Hide in bed and take a nap.

Compared with the biting cold feeling of being drenched and blown by the wind just now, the warmth of the quilt made Zhang Chongji feel somewhat unexpectedly satisfied.

Zhang Chongji didn't think too much about Yuan Jun's words of leaving him to deal with it, and he didn't have much curiosity. After all, the incident of falling into the water happened in the presence of so many classmates, the best solution He just accepted the apology on his behalf.

Compared with this incident, Zhang Chongji was more curious about where Yuan Jun was before he was fishing.

Thinking carefully about the clothes Yuan Jun was wearing just now, it seems that it is not the hoodie I saw in the morning, plus the coat I put on... So the conclusion is that Yuan Jun actually went back to the tent?

Zhang Chongji couldn't guess why Yuan Jun wanted to go back to the tent at that time, but his intuition told him that it was not something that could be understood just by changing clothes.

Wrapped in a warm quilt and the tent is his own private domain, Zhang Chongji gradually relaxes from the bottom of his heart. Once the tense emotions are relaxed, he feels weak all over the body, and the sleepiness is like a feather lightly brushing his eyelids, unconsciously Zhang Chongji fell asleep like that.

Or maybe the nerves were too tense and the mood was too tired before. Zhang Chongji fell into a deep sleep for no reason. In his sleep, he seemed to dream of the cat that was raised at home before he died. It had black and silky hair, and was beautiful. And the enchanting cat pupil kept rubbing against him and acting like a spoiled child to him, and he also teased it as if he had no pressure, and the soft meowing sound almost melted his heart.

In fact, although Zhang Chongji is ruthless in terms of means, he is always an ordinary person with feelings, just like he is secretly emotional with Yuan Cheng, he naturally has a compassionate love for small animals.

Zhang Zhongji was very happy to dream of the cat he had been petting before he died. You must know that since his parents were killed, he has had that terrible nightmare almost every day, and was awakened by his own cries time and time again.

This also caused Zhang Chongji to wake up and open his eyes with a soft smile on his mouth, and subconsciously rubbed his fingertips a few times. The scene of teasing cats in his dream just now was still deeply imprinted in his mind, as if his fingertips still remained. The touch of the soft hair is quite real.

"It seems that I'm really too tired," Zhang Zhong laughed at himself, shook hands and stroked half of his cheek in dejection, "I can actually have this kind of tactile hallucination."

It was just a dream, and it was impossible for him to linger on the leisurely and comfortable dream in such a reality.

Sighing lightly, Zhang Chongji rubbed his neck, which had been stiff from sleep, with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up the mobile phone that was put aside, and glanced at the time before realizing that it was already evening.

This sleep was really long enough.

Zhang Chong frowned indistinctly, his head seemed to be a little dizzy and his shoulders were a little sore, and he didn't know whether it was because he slept for too long or the mattress under him was too hard.

Zhang Chongji threw the phone aside casually, and then rubbed his sore neck, but his fingertips inadvertently rubbed against a spot that made him almost cry out in pain.

The fingertips repeatedly rubbed the part that made him feel a little painful, and Zhang Zhongji's black eyes flashed a few doubts, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned.

What's going on, it doesn't seem to be bitten by a mosquito, and it doesn't swell... But why is it so painful?

Could it be bitten by something?

Thinking of this, Zhang Chongji turned pale. After all, he was in the wild, and there were countless kinds of insects and ants. Besides, he just set up a tent, and he didn't know where there would be insects crawling in to bite him.

But not poisonous insects and ants.

Zhang Chongji thought this way, but his brows showed no signs of loosening. He sat up with his lips tightly pressed together, and the quilt covering his body slipped down because of his movements. It was an ordinary and simple movement, but Zhang Chongji instantly My body stiffened.

Damn, why... the chest also hurts so much?

Zhang Chongji frowned even tighter, and a bad premonition gradually faded from his heart. He took a deep breath, and then carefully unbuttoned his shirt. He lowered his head and saw the scene in front of him, which made him slightly dilate his pupils.

These bright red marks one after another are... what?

A thought flashed across Zhang Chongji's mind, but it changed his expression.

The skin of Wu Jing's body is very white, without even a single scar. Now such conspicuous marks intertwined on his chest and belly are particularly dazzling.

Zhang Chongji even felt that the two spots on his chest were very red and swollen, but a slight rubbing of his fingertips made him gasp in pain.

Damn it, Zhang Chongji would be foolish if he didn't know what was going on at this time.

Contacting the real feeling touched by the previous dream, Zhang Chongji almost admitted through gritted teeth - he was molested/obscene in his sleep.

I'm afraid that when he was stroking that cat in his dream, that person was sinking his head into his chest and sucking such hickeys fiercely!

Damn, damn, damn!

Zhang Chongji kept cursing, the hostility between his brows was almost suppressed into a storm.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Chongji tried to control himself to calm down. After calming down, the thoughts in his mind began to spin rapidly.

Who is the person who did such a thing?

Zhang Chongji closed his eyes, tightened his lips, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already deserted.

He thought he might already know who it was.

Although the sky in the evening is not as blue as in the daytime, it also has a seductive beauty. The color of the sky is like the golden color of shining jewels. With a touch of golden yellow, and the breeze blowing the green leaves, this natural beauty is even more nostalgic.

Zhang Chongji raised the curtain of the tent with his hand, the annoyed expression just now disappeared completely, as if he had regained the elegant and gentle man again, with crescent eyes and full smile.

It's just that the ruthless emotion that flashed in his eyes reminded him that his inner mood was never so happy.

The author has something to say: How do you feel that the camping event will be written to the rhythm of the top ten QAQ

Hey, did I procrastinate too much...

By the way, after the camping, it will be Yuan Yuan's role, the little angel who likes the third brother has been waiting for a long time~~

Last but not least, good night everyone~ I'm going to bed now, okay =3=