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Following the strength of the boy, the young man raised his head. He watched the other person's eyes move slightly, and there was a faint prayer in his expression. Lan Qiaoyi felt a little dazed for a moment.

What are you... praying for?

The long and slender black eyelashes drooped tremblingly, casting a light shadow on the snow-white skin, covering the emotions floating in the young man's eyes.

"Jojo..."

He called out loudly, as if begging for a firm answer.

Under the incandescent lamp, the pretty boy who was almost glowing white finally answered him:

"I-I don't understand..."

Looking at his slightly curved eyebrows, the boy smiled. He bent down slightly, and printed a soft kiss like a dragonfly on the soft white cheek.

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

Lin Yuanze's voice was unbelievably gentle at this time, he was so patient and grateful for the young man's permission - the pure love that was coming.

He finally hangs down a flower.

When the hot lips approached, Lan Qiaoyi's eyes went dark, and he suddenly realized: the lights in the room went out.

In the darkness, the only thing that is clear is the warmth on the lips and the sound of "dong, dong dong".

Is that...whose heartbeat?

Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously wanted to listen attentively, but at this moment his body trembled suddenly, and the next second, a vague voice came from between the two entangled lips and tongues:

"...not paying attention."

Hearing this, the boy who was hugged by the tall boy no longer had time to distract himself, but in the obsessive kiss of the other party, at some point, the long black eyelashes that were stained by the wet steam drooped limply, Even in the dark, it seemed as if he could imagine the bright red and beautiful picture.

"I do not have……"

Lin Yuanze was taken aback, and when he heard the soft tone of the man in his arms, he suddenly realized something. In the darkness, the smile on the corner of the boy's lips gradually widened. Rubbing each other intimately, a low laugh overflowed:

"Huh? What does Jojo want to say? Do you want to say that you have studied hard?"

"Qiao Qiao is not a good student who studies hard, the teacher is very dissatisfied with you."

As soon as this lingering affair is hooked and connected with those serious words, a special sense of taboo emerges out of thin air.

——It makes people's heart beat faster suddenly, and their faces turn red.

The young man's lips trembled slightly, as if the petals had been suddenly intruded into the core, swaying, as if he was rejecting, but also as if he was trying to persuade him to stay.

"Hmm...? Seduce me?"

The boy knew that he was a little delirious at this moment, words that he would never say in normal times rushed into his brain at this time, even in the dark, he could still touch those soft lips clearly, Gently sucking and sucking, while the lips and tongue are intertwined, slowly expressing their love.

When the warm back of his hand was gently pressed against his soft white cheek, the boy trembled unconsciously. He wanted to shrink back, but at this moment, the boy who was noticed stretched his body and covered his neck. After the strength.

"do not……"

Lin Yuanze regrets that there is darkness in front of him at this moment, otherwise, he would not have to rely on imagination to imitate the young man's expression at this time.

His gaze will pass over the slightly drooping eyelids of the other party, all the way along the slightly moist cheeks, passing over the reddish nose tip, attracted by the flushed pink face, and finally stop on the blooming lips.

This is just the sweetness he stole, Lin Yuanze thought happily and bitterly.

At this moment there was a third knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom-"

Regularly one short and two long, Lan Qiaoyi's first reaction was: The person who knocked on the door should be a very polite person.

He remembered the extremely rude knocks on the door the first two times, and unconsciously developed a slight affection for the third person.

When he realized this, the boy was taken aback for a moment, doubting his intuition for the first time.

How could he so easily...

"Don't panic, I'll ask him."

At this time, Lin Yuanze's comforting voice came from my ear. Because of the kiss just now, when the boy leaned down to speak, it seemed that he was carrying some damp heat from the petals, which made Lan Qiaoyi blush unconsciously. face.

The boy was about to turn around and walk towards the door, but at this moment he felt a pulling force coming from the hem of his clothes. He was startled, even though he knew he couldn't see clearly, he still looked back.

As if asking silently: What's wrong?

Lan Qiaoyi sensed his movement, and he tightened his grip before speaking:

"It's me this time."

Lin Yuanze subconsciously wanted to reject the boy's words, but at this moment he heard a small but firm voice in the darkness:

"They won't hurt me."

For the first time, he took the initiative to deceive the other party and sent the wrong signal to the other party: he is an NPC that cannot be harmed.

Although An Sheng had always believed in this before, Lin Yuanze always subconsciously regarded him as the object to be protected. As far as boys were concerned, he never regarded this beautiful and fair boy as a so-called tool that could be used.

Rather, it was because he was avoiding, unwilling to face the reality that the boy would eventually be separated from him.

The boy finally fell silent like the darkness in the room.

Lan Qiaoyi gently let go of the boy's hand, and he turned around and walked to the door. When he put his hand on Wan's handle, he suddenly felt a hot feeling covering his back. I heard a boy's low voice coming from my ear:

"I know you won't be hurt, but I still worry about you."

The big bony hand wrapped the back of Lan Qiaoyi's hand and pressed down on the doorknob. When the two of them opened the door together, at that moment, Lan Qiaoyi's heart rose in his throat, and he opened his eyes unconsciously. , wanting to take a closer look at the person standing behind the door at this time.

The first time, it was the female teacher he had seen, and the second time, it was the discipline teacher Lin Yuanze had come into contact with. So this time, who will be the identity of the disciple?

"Squeak—" With a sound, light poured from the gap in the door.A flash of light filled Lan Qiaoyi's pupils, and he saw the person standing at the door.

"Ah, Ah Sheng?" His eyes widened slightly, and he read in disbelief, as if he was puzzled by such a result.

At this moment, Lin Yuanze, who was standing behind the boy, didn't think too much, because the boy knew that the person who opened the door must be an NPC in the game, so he would not be surprised no matter who was behind the door.

Even though the other party was the NPC he had focused on, at first it was because of Feng Qingsheng's identity as a clue, and later because of Lan Qiaoyi's close relationship with him.

However, Lin Yuanze still held the young man behind him with some vigilance, and at the same time clenched the whip in his hand.

The boy standing at the door saw his actions, his eyes were slightly cold, he glanced at the disciplinary committee's armband on the boy's cuff from the corner of his eye, and his eyes moved slightly.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at Feng Qingsheng slightly raised the corners of his lips, looked at himself, and asked softly:

"Qiao Qiao, why are you with him, shouldn't you be in the teacher's office?"

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed across the young man's pretty face, and he looked at the boy with nervousness and puzzlement in his eyes. He didn't understand what the other party's question meant.

Lin Yuanze narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of vigilance.

"What's your identity?"

The boy didn't, but looked intently at the young man with half of his face exposed from his shoulder, and asked again:

"Jojo, what kind of identity do you want me to be?"

Lan Qiaoyi's eyes subconsciously moved to the opponent's hand, and there was nothing there.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the thing that didn't appear was the scythe that brought death, or the black box that symbolized gifts.

The pale-faced young man just shook his head lightly, his bright red lips opened and closed, and his expression was a little dazed:

"A Sheng... I don't understand."

At this moment, the other party stepped forward.

Lin Yuanze wanted to stop him, but when he was about to lift his foot, he suddenly found that his body could not move. He opened his eyes wide for a moment, and wanted to tell the boy:

run.

But in reality, he could only watch the boy pass him by. The other party's light glance seemed to be mocking his weakness and overreaching.

The young man standing behind him knew nothing about the interaction between the two, he just watched Feng Qingsheng approaching him blankly, and finally stood in front of him.

"Qiao Qiao." The boy's eyes were slightly bent, the smile on his lips deepened, and the tenderness in his eyes remained the same as before.

"What do you want me to be?"

During this calm inquiry, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt a little uneasy, his heart sank endlessly, and finally he heard his trembling voice:

"I hope you're a good person."

As soon as his words fell, the boy's chuckle sounded in the silence.

他 说:

"You want me to be, so I am."

Then he took out a black box from behind, handed it to the boy, and turned to leave.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Yuanze could only stand stiffly in place, unable to do anything.

The door of the room slammed shut with a squeak.

This time, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the black box in his hand, but felt unprecedentedly bewildered, everything happened so fast, he even felt like he was in a dream, and this copy of the game was also his memory.

There was a shadow in front of him, he looked up, and Lin Yuanze was looking at himself with serious eyes.

The boy smiled reluctantly and said:

"Ah Ze, come and see—" When he opened the box, it was empty and empty.

His fair-skinned fingers rested on the dark and cold wooden box, and the young man with exquisite eyebrows lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes moved slightly, those moist black eyes lost focus for an instant, recalling what happened before Everything, he suddenly realized:

Feng Qingsheng's real identity is [killer].

But he let them go.

……why?

The bony hand gently covered the back of the white hand, and Lin Yuanze applied a little force to cover the black box again.

He held up that beautiful fair face slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Qiao Qiao, he's not your boyfriend because..." He gritted his teeth, and for the first time in his life, he felt powerless to separate the copy from the reality.

Lan Qiaoyi felt the strength coming from his shoulders, and then, a boy's voice sounded in his ears:

"Have you ever thought about it, if all this is fake?"

For a moment, he wanted to speak and tell the other party the truth, but the moment he was about to speak, he heard the warning voice of 039 in his mind:

[Host, please note that once you tell others the truth, it will be regarded as automatically discarding the identity replacement card, please think twice before proceeding. ]

The red lips opened and closed slightly, and Lin Yuanze felt heartache for no reason when he saw the young man's hesitant expression at this moment.

Also mixed with a trace of powerlessness.

——Why can stand by the boy's side and be trusted by him wholeheartedly?

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked again.

Lan Qiaoyi unconsciously clenched the hand hanging by his side.

The lights in the room hadn't gone out, and they hadn't passed the hurdle yet.