[Wearing the Book] Cats refuse to be cannon fodder

Lin Yu's morning self-study and sleep are quite restless, his brain is like Nezha making troubles in the East China Sea, his brain is blown to pieces, and his throat feels hot when he breathes out.

Five minutes after the morning self-study class, Lin Yu couldn't bear the urge to urinate, and dragged his top-heavy body to the bathroom. The short distance of 5 meters seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he was not tired, just empty In a panic, he leaned softly against the bathroom door, as if without the support of the door frame, he could fall to the ground at any time.

With dim eyesight, Lin Yu seemed to see someone in the bathroom. He seemed to have seen the figure somewhere before. If it was an acquaintance, he had to say hello according to the rules of human social interaction. He patted his head and squinted his eyes to see more clearly.

Bo Chen glanced at Lin Yu, Lin Yu had a red face and squinted his eyes to see how perverted he looked.He calmly put on his trousers and washed his hands, walked up to Lin Yu and stood still. Lin Yu leaned against the door frame, only reaching the height of Bo Chen's chest.

His head was so heavy that Lin Yu couldn't lift his head up and couldn't see his face. Now he didn't know who this person was at all, so he could only raise his hand, look at this person's chest, and politely said good morning , As soon as the voice came out, I realized that my voice was hoarse.

"Does it look good?" the person opposite asked.

"Huh~?" Lin Yu didn't realize it, because his voice seemed limp because of illness, so the ending sound was so long, with a soft hook, which made Bo Chen's heart itch.

Bo Chen is not a serious person.

Although in the eyes of others, he is the ascetic male god in the hearts of girls, the unattainable flower of the high mountain, but he clearly knows how dirty and dirty the thoughts hidden in his heart are, especially for Lin Yu, whose appearance is completely in his face. In his aesthetic point of view, he is a crazy jumping person.

Before Lin Yu took care of himself, he could see that Lin Yu was a beauty, which was why he could tolerate Lin Yu pestering him hundreds of times.

Bo Chen pinched Lin Yu's chin and raised his head, his slightly cold fingertips gently pressed the corner of Lin Yu's mouth, his voice was cold and sweet: "Lin Yu, you still say you are not a pervert, which normal person would stare at the same-sex sex? How about the toilet, is the size satisfactory?"

It took Lin Yu a half-delayed brain reaction to realize that the person opposite him was Bo Chen. Alarm bells rang out in his mind, and he turned his head and shook his hand away. This action undoubtedly made his drowsy head worse. Subconsciously grabbing something, his forehead bumped into Bo Chen's chin with a bang.

Bo Chen gasped when he was hit, stretched out his arms to wrap around Lin Yu's waist, picked up his receding body, he couldn't help being stunned by the touch of his hands.

I didn't expect a boy to have such a thin waist.

"Let go." Lin Yu punched him lightly and without much effort, quite like a spoiled child.

He didn't have the strength to struggle, and when he spoke, the scorching breath between his lips and teeth was sprinkled between Bo Chen's neck.Bo Chen felt that his heat was abnormal, so he stretched out his hand to touch Lin Yu's forehead.

"You have a fever?"

"Fever? Maybe, let me go!"

Lin Yu's body suddenly flew into the air, and the last word trembled in shock. When he realized it, his hands had already tightly wrapped around Bo Chen's neck.

"Fuck, let me go."

Lin Yu didn't know where the strength came from, and his limbs thrashed in Bo Chen's arms.

"Don't move around, I'll throw it down for you in a while."

"You throw it!" Lin Yu was not to be outdone.

Bo Chen really let go of his hand, and the falling momentum was unstoppable. Lin Yu was startled, and he hugged Bo Chen's neck uncontrollably again. Bo Chen just frightened him and didn't really want to throw him down. It was brought back to him at the last moment.

He jokingly said with a smile: "Little pervert, words and deeds are different, why are you hugging so tightly?"

Lin Yu had already greeted Bo Chen's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart.

Many students had already finished their meal and rushed to the teaching building. Bo Chen carried Lin Yu out of the teaching building in full view, and the porridge in Wang Ruoqi's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

She seemed to have a premonition of some unrequited love.