little beast

Sheng Shuangxu only had a set of clean pajamas. Shen Chengan didn't fit him very well. The trousers looked like cropped trousers on him. The fabric was tight on his thighs. The last button of the top was barely buttoned, and the button was wrongly placed .The clothes followed Shen Chengan's walking, squeezing out his muscular chest muscles and muscular curves. He was afraid of tearing the clothes, so he had to bend down to touch the sofa. His movements were very small, which looked ridiculous and ridiculous.

Sheng Shuangxu's gaze slid down along the grooves of Shen Chengan's chest muscles, and finally stopped on the tight abdominal muscles.

Sheng Shuangxu swallowed involuntarily.

Shen Chengan's hand kept groping around the edge of the sofa, and while Sheng Shuangxu was in a daze, his palm accidentally stuck to the side of Sheng Shuangxu's neck.

Sheng Shuangxu was so frightened that he flicked his body far away, and quickly escaped from where Shen Chengan was.

I must be crazy——Sheng Shuangxu cursed secretly in his heart, blamed Shen Chengan, a lunatic, for insisting on disturbing his peaceful life, and also made him restless and abnormal.

Sheng Shuangxu sat on a corner of the sofa and said in a panic, "Stop touching it, just sit there and don't move around."

Shen Chengan didn't know exactly what happened, he quietly rubbed the fingers that had touched Sheng Shuangxu, while reminiscing about the soft touch at that moment, he leaned on the back of the sofa and sat down.

Sheng Shuangxu sat at a certain distance from Shen Chengan, and then said with a straight face: "Shen Chengan, I want to ask you something, tell me everything you remember."

Shen Chengan nodded.

Sheng Shuangxu asked, "How much do you remember about the past?"

This question was too broad, and Shen Chengan asked confusedly: "Teacher, what exactly is 'before'? If it's about memories from school days, then I still remember it."

go to school?It has been eight years since Shen Cheng'an was in high school, and the next eight years cannot be solved by just relying on the method of elimination.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't know how to describe it concretely, so he could only ask little by little: "Then you...do you remember Shaoqing?"

Sheng Shuangxu didn't want to mention this name. Shaoqing's death was a seed of hatred in Shen Chengan's heart. The suicide of the student he once valued the most was also a pain that could not be healed in Sheng Shuangxu's teaching career.

But right now Shen Chengan's attitude towards him obviously doesn't look like there will be any estrangement in his heart.

Shen Chengan said seriously: "Are you talking about the monitor? I don't know him very well..."

Sheng Shuangxu was stunned.

He subconsciously blurted out and asked: "Then how old are you now? Yes, how old are you now?"

Shen Chengan didn't understand why Sheng Shuangxu asked such an obvious question since he woke up, no one had ever asked him such an obvious question.

Shen Chengan said, "I'm 16 years old."

Sheng Shuangxu was speechless, and immediately thought that Shen Chengan was making fun of him.

Shen Chengan showed an expression of trying to remember, he was very sure of his perception of the passage of time, but fell into chaos after a while.

"I... I can't remember clearly. I haven't finished high school yet, so I'm already homeless?" Shen Chengan hugged his head blankly, with his elbows resting on his thighs, "Why is this happening?"

"I remember my mum took me to the hospital and the doctor put me in a solitary ward and then the eyes, my eyes, couldn't see."

Seeing that his situation was not right, Sheng Shuangxu interrupted quickly: "Don't think about it anymore, Shen Chengan, I won't ask you any more."

Shen Chengan just hugged his head tightly, tears streaming down his eyes, dazed dots one after another on the fabric of his pajamas.

"—I can only hold the scissors there. He said he wants to cure my disease, but why did he lock me up?"

"Shen Chengan!" Sheng Shuangxu grabbed Shen Chengan's shoulders violently, trying to break his head off, "I'm Teacher Sheng, you're fine now, look at me, I'm here."

Shen Chengan's collapse was so sudden that Sheng Shuangxu couldn't care about anything else, so much so that Sheng Shuangxu forgot that Shen Chengan could no longer see his face.

He shouldn't have asked such questions!Sheng Shuangxu was filled with remorse, he didn't expect Shen Chengan to be provoked so easily - dealing with the crazy Shen Chengan was too tricky, Sheng Shuangxu now only wanted Shen Chengan to spend the night peacefully, at least before he was picked up , don't make any more mistakes.

Shen Chengan felt Sheng Shuangxu's body temperature, he stretched out his hand, and carefully encircled Sheng Shuangxu's waist and back, the familiar scent of saponins surrounded Shen Chengan's nose, he hugged his teacher, and finally recovered from the panic of memory confusion Pulled out, the violently trembling body gradually returned to calm.

Sheng Shuangxu was more worried about his mental problems, and didn't realize the intimacy of the hug. His hands were caressing Shen Chengan's back helplessly, trying to make him feel better.

Shen Chengan tightened his arms, the tip of his nose arched the hem of his pajamas, and buried it in Sheng Shuangxu's lower abdomen. He silently felt the trembling of his skin that rose and fell with Sheng Shuangxu's breathing, and the blush spread along the base of his ears, stained red Moist eye sockets.

Sheng Shuangxu's waist was very thin, and his skin was soft and delicate. Shen Chengan's fingers clenched his waist tightly, and he was tightly embedded in his arms.

Shen Chengan's breath was soft and hot, which made Sheng Shuangxu's lower abdomen itchy.

Sheng Shuangxu maintained this posture for a long time, only feeling that his shoulders were sore. After a while, he asked tentatively: "Shen Chengan, are you feeling better?"

Shen Chengan calmed down, but he was unwilling to let go of his hand. He said in a muffled voice, "Teacher, thank you for saving me from the hospital."

The person who brought Shen Chengan out of hell was not him at all, Sheng Shuangxu had mixed feelings in his heart, but it was his phone call that pushed Shen Chengan directly into hell.

Sheng Shuangxu's guilt at this moment made Shen Chengan hug him for a while longer.

It wasn't until Sheng Shuangxu couldn't stand it anymore that he realized the subtlety of their posture, Sheng Shuangxu gently pushed Shen Chengan's shoulder and said, "Why don't you let me go first, let's sit down and talk. "

"Tell me what's wrong with you?"

Shen Chengan's arms tightened again, until Sheng Shuangxu felt a little hurt, but he didn't intend to let go, and said, "Teacher, I feel so uncomfortable right now! My head hurts!"

Preface to Shengshuang: ...

Sheng Shuangxu broke away the fingers that were gripping his waist, and said, "I'll count to three, if you don't let go, I'll—"

Sheng Shuangxu didn't think of threats, and he couldn't break Shen Chengan's physical strength, so he could only try to scare him first.

But before Sheng Shuangxu started counting, Shen Chengan let go of his hands, and immediately sat upright on the sofa.

Shen Chengan had just calmed down from the excitement, and when he hugged Sheng Shuangxu, his already dizzy head was even more unconscious, and he didn't regret it until after the impulse passed.

He didn't regret that he hugged the teacher's waist, but he was afraid that he would make the teacher angry because of it.

Shen Chengan was afraid that Sheng Shuangxu's next sentence would drive him away, so he rushed ahead of Sheng Shuangxu and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

"Forget it, it's getting late now, let's go to bed first," Sheng Shuangxu said, "My house is very small, with only one bedroom."

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to ask about Song Lingya, but after experiencing Shen Chengan's loss of control, he really couldn't force Shen Chengan to recall.

"Sleep on the sofa or on the floor, you choose one." Sheng Shuangxu said.