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The young man closed his eyes tightly, leaving only his slender, dark eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, and because of his shyness and timidity, a blush gradually appeared on his originally soft and white face.

—It looks very beautiful.

It was very tiring to maintain the bent posture for a long time, but Lan Qiaoyi didn't dare to leave easily, he was afraid that the boy with chestnut hair would be beaten again because of him.

Even if it was just a simple kiss of lips, the young man couldn't stand still, he subconsciously put his hand on the other's shoulder.

The boy's whole body was delicate, and even his fingertips were covered with bud-like powder.

"Gudong-"

Someone's swallowing sound sounded on the silent roof.

For a moment, the eyes of the boys who heard the voice darkened.

They looked at the slender figure, and watched the other party's bright red lips slightly pressed against the chestnut-haired boy's lips. For a moment, a ridiculous thought suddenly occurred in their hearts.

Why is it not me who can hold that bright red in my mouth?

I don't know whose footsteps moved forward slightly.

It was this small rubbing sound that made the half-kneeling boy suddenly look terrified. He looked at the long black eyelashes and the gradually flushing eye ends that were close at hand, and then suddenly realized:

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, he never felt disgusted.

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt that his body was gently pulled down. He froze for a moment, and an extra arm appeared around his waist. The next second, the boy was pulled into the arms of the murderer.

"Cooperate with me—"

The friction between the lips was accompanied by a soft sound, which rang in his ears.

The weak and beautiful boy could only give a helpless "hmm".

In the next moment, the wet feeling came to the flushed lips, and in Lan Qiaoyi's slightly widened eyes, he pried open the soft lips, and lightly licked his neat teeth.

"Well,--"

Indistinct ravings came from the place where the two of them were touching, accompanied by occasional blushing sounds of water stains.

Even though the chestnut-haired boy was kneeling on the ground, which seemed to be in a weak position, in fact, the black-haired boy in his arms looked even weaker.

Their flexible waists were tightly embraced, their chests pressed against each other, and their red lips were stained with a layer of crystal, which looked like framed bright red flower stamens, extremely alluring.

——The young man looks even more beautiful, and the sense of vulnerability revealed unconsciously is even more fascinating.

Those secretly coveted eyes flashed a bit of clarity when they touched the chestnut-haired boy who embraced him in a protective and possessive gesture.

All the people present felt annoyed, and they realized that maybe just now, they personally delivered this sweet pastry into another person's mouth.

Those originally obsessed eyes gradually turned into annoyance and remorse that they couldn't ask for, and finally turned into a raging anger.

"Not interested, stop."

When this sentence sounded, everyone's eyes lit up.

The two were separated by the boys who rushed forward. Unlike the tough force that tore apart the murderer at once, the force that restrained Lan Qiaoyi's wrist was a little softer.

The young man's expression was still mixed with a bit of bewilderment, there was a touch of pink on his fair cheeks, and there was a slight hint of water in those dark eyes.

But no one dared to be the successor—that was the flower enshrined on the dilapidated altar.

It can be copied thousands of times by the world with obsessive and loving eyes, but it cannot be taken off by delusional people.

He just stood there quietly, his eyelashes drooping slightly, other than that, he didn't make any outrageous movements, but caught countless eyes.

Wang Xuan looked at the young man's eyes tightly attached to the chestnut-haired boy. For some reason, he felt a layer of disgust and revulsion towards the boy kneeling on the ground at this time.

Just when he was about to say something, that beautiful boy suddenly turned his head, and looked at him with a pair of clear eyes like a deer.

"You said you would never hurt him again."

That trembling voice resounded in the silence, but it was this kind of protection that made the anger in the perpetrator's heart even more intense.

"I'm talking about a satisfying performance, 'satisfactory,' get it?"

"What do you mean?" Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes wide. He watched Wang Xuan's lips open and close, but he couldn't understand what he wanted to express.

"I said—" the corner of the boy's lips curled up in his eyes, full of malicious ridicule, "I'm not satisfied, do you understand?"

"You can't..." The young man seemed to understand something, he subconsciously turned around, and was about to run towards the chestnut-haired boy who looked a little weak at this moment.

But the people around him who quickly reacted grabbed their wrists.

There was timidity in those dark eyes, and it wasn't until this moment that Lan Qiaoyi didn't know what he was about to witness.

- the birth of a demon.

Although the hint in Wang Xuan's tone was very clear, perhaps because of the palpitations just now, the perpetrators stood in front of the boy at this time, but found that they could not face his "boyfriend" in front of him. .

They looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally lowered their raised hands, their faces full of hesitation.

"Trash! They're all a bunch of trash—" Seeing this, Wang Xuan gritted his teeth and cursed.

He rolled up his sleeves, passed Lan Qiaoyi's side, and walked towards the chestnut-haired boy.

Amidst the boy's trembling stop, his fist came down hard.

But with the sound of "Boom--", the onlookers all opened their eyes wide in surprise. They looked at the next fist, and there was a trace of surprise on their faces.

The boy, who has always been submissive, actually counterattacked and provoked their boss for the second time today.

They should have stepped forward to help Wang Xuan, but when their sights touched the beautiful and fragile young man, they did not choose to rush forward as usual, but just watched the fight between the two.

"Bang, bang bang——" Although the murderer seemed a little lost to Wang Xuan due to the previous exhaustion of physical strength, his sudden burst of ruthlessness and faint hostility also made the other party feel a headache.

At this moment, taking advantage of the gradual relaxation of the strength behind him, Lan Qiaoyi broke free from the other party and ran towards the two fighting.

"Don't come over—" the boy subconsciously shouted, and the next second he was punched hard on the stomach by Wang Xuan.

The young man's heart trembled. At this moment, he had temporarily forgotten the horrifying scene of the murderer holding a sharp axe in his mind. All he was satisfied with was the thought of not wanting the other party to be hurt again.

He finally stopped in front of the boy with chestnut hair, facing Wang Xuan.

"Don't fight anymore, Wang Xuan."

The young man is so beautiful, and he seems a bit overwhelmed with fragility, which successfully made the perpetrator laugh:

"What right do you have to say such things to me?"

"You don't want to know what it's like to have a secret you've worked so hard to keep hidden."

"Under the locust tree."

Because it was the first time to do something threatening, Lan Qiaoyi's expression and tone were still a little unskilled.

But even so, Wang Xuan's expression suddenly changed.

"What do you want to say?"

His eyes were heavy.

For a moment, the onlookers didn't know what happened, they only felt some tension between the two.

"You let us go first, and promise that you will never hurt him again."

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi felt his hand was being held.

"These have nothing to do with you, you don't have to do this for me."

A hoarse voice rang in the boy's ears.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the pale-faced boy with chestnut hair, and couldn't help but feel a bit of bitterness in his heart.

Even though he knew that what he did was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, he knew in his heart that if he hadn't endured too much suffering, how could the other party become the cold-hearted and cruel murderer he saw in the future.

"I know, but I..."

Lan Qiaoyi turned his head away, before he finished speaking, Wang Xuan who was standing not far away suddenly moved.

The boy stretched out his hand all of a sudden, trying to push the boy away, but he forgot that several people in the fight had already reached the edge of the roof.

When the pair of dark arms in his sight were about to touch his body, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously dodged to the side.

After the feeling of weightlessness is over, it is a buoyant crossing.

He looked at the chestnut-haired boy's eyes that widened instantly, and the other's eyes were full of horror and helplessness.

"Do not--"

His lips opened and closed, and he rushed towards Lan Qiaoyi.

In the process of falling, the boy was finally held in the arms of the boy.

"Are you here to save me?"

The whistling wind, accompanied by a clear voice, finally reached Lan Qiaoyi's ears.

The boy opened his eyes slightly, and turned his head to look at the boy who was facing him. He wanted to ask a lot for a while, but in the end he could only ask that simple sentence:

"Does it hurt?"

The murderer was slightly stunned. He looked at the beautiful boy with clear eyes in his arms, and a little confusion rose in his heart for a moment.

No one has ever cared about him. During his lifetime, what he endured was always full of malice and sporadic pity from above.After death, he clenched the sharp ax in his hand, bringing death and fear with him.

No one asked him how he really felt.

Does it hurt?A sentence that was too light, but it hit his heart hard.

It hurts so much.Do you deserve to be abused and beaten just because you are weak?Others speak lightly, perhaps the heaviest scene in life is the falling death.

Only him—only the delicate and beautiful flower in his arms at this moment, gently wrapped around his scarred heart, and finally bloomed on it.

"I am the one who brought the curse, I am the one who was cursed."

"As long as stepping into this classroom, everyone has to bear the evil idea of ​​'live for yourself'."

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly understood why Huang Mao and the female classmate would go crazy one after another. After facing the death of the black-haired boy, they were afraid. They were afraid that the next dead would be themselves. The darkness in their hearts The face was magnified by the curse.

People who don't do it for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth.

In such a situation, this sentence is particularly ridiculous and true.

The boy finally closed his eyes, because at this moment, he clearly understood: the curse is hidden in everyone's heart.

A warm kiss was imprinted on the thin eyelids, and the long black eyelashes trembled slightly. Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes with a "swish," his eyes were full of surprise and puzzlement.

"why……"

"I once used these hands, holding a bloody axe, to harvest countless lives."

"Now I want to hold the love in my heart with these hands."

--my love.

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