Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Gu Chenchen's face was held up again, like an egg yolk pastry, and he was about to chew it off again, but little Francis turned his head, trying to push Bastian away in front of him.

With a sobbing sound that was about to cry, "You, you can't, you can't do this to me."

"Then how do I kiss you, sweetheart, my little sweetheart~~~" Bastian wanted to hold the little head buried in his arms.

The little head was unwilling to lift up, but had to be lifted up again, blinking those agate-like black jade eyes, which were still shining with luster. "You, you don't want to kiss me casually."

The little crying bag was intermittent, mixed with the grievance crying that seemed to be "forced kissed" by being bullied, and it was difficult to finish a sentence.

Bastian made a heartbroken expression, "Then what should I do if I want to kiss you?" That flirtatious face, coupled with this sad expression, seemed to be the most wronged person in the world.

"No, no, it's not possible." The little crying bag was quite pitiful, almost crying again.

"Honey, sometimes I can't help but tell me what to do, honey." Bastian's pitiful and aggrieved expression interpreted it better than he could.

"You, you, you, you can't." Francis, who couldn't tell what to do, wanted to burst into tears the next moment.

Bastian, who was afraid of attracting the attention of his classmates nearby, immediately comforted little Francis, "Baby, I was wrong, baby, don't cry, my heart that beats for you will break again when you cry. Aha, my heart Ah~~”

Francis finally suppressed the cries that were as presumptuous as the Mississippi River, and was finally comforted and lay down on the desk to pant and rest.

Seeing that he was tired from crying, Bastian finally dragged his sobs on the desk, wanting to take a rest.Not messing with his recess anymore, Bastian acquiesced to begin.

Gu Chenchen finally got the intermission, lying on the desk, his eyes were red, and his face was also red because of crying.The only thing that is not red is probably my own hand.

Spreading out a small hand, I saw that the palm of the hand was not much rosy, turned it over, the back of the hand was so pale that the blood vessels inside could be seen.The wrist is too thin, as if it would break if pinched.

He spends more of his time resting on the desk, and recovering his strength from recovering from a serious illness in the past few days.

I sighed in my heart, too weak, too weak.

After school, it was the turn of Francis and several other people to be on duty for cleaning.

Everyone unanimously arranged and designated Francis as the last person to take out the trash and clean up the entire classroom.Soon, several people left the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs without cleaning the floor.

That poor Francis who was like this every week was left in the classroom.

And that kind, compassionate new classmate, Bastian.

Bastian was happy: "Honey, let's do hygiene together, you know, I really enjoy being with you, whether it's class time or recess, I always like to have you by my side, Your charming face always has a magic power that I can't finish watching~~I really like seeing your beautiful eyes~~."

Francis was wronged: "Yes, but such a big classroom, as well as the playground downstairs, I, I have cleaned it—"

That final epilogue is the prelude to every time he wants to cry.

Bastian figured out the forecast before Francis would cry, and immediately comforted his little crying bag, "Baby, don't be sad, I have a way. We can clean the classroom and the playground soon, believe it or not,— — Baby, don’t cry, listen to me. Be good, my little darling~~~”

Francis was sobbing, and Bastian comforted him who was about to cry, "Yes, yes, you don't lie to me, I, I really want, I really want to go home, I miss my mother."

As he spoke, he seemed to have forgotten Bastian's comforting words, and couldn't help crying again.

"What's wrong with you, honey, are you feeling unwell, where does it hurt, tell me, baby, let me take a look~~" Bastian wanted to scratch his neck.

Francis avoided his clutches and stood there, crying like a tearful man, "I, every time I finish sweeping the playground, the moon has climbed up the treetops. Every time I, my mother, come to the school to find, Find me. Go back, go back my father scolded, scolded me."

Bastian didn't expect Little Crying Bag to be so wronged in school, everyone bullied him, "Baby, don't cry, don't cry, honey, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the tearful Francis who cried so much that he was talking upside down but still talking stubbornly:

"Every time I, I, go back, come home, it's already, it's nine o'clock in the evening. I, I, I don't want to be like this, I, woo, my mother, woo. Always worry about me, she, woo Woo, be afraid of me, me, woo woo."

This poor little girl cried so much that Bastian felt deeply distressed again.

Wrapping the little cry that was about to cramp into his arms, Bastian comforted him softly, while waving the gestures of the symbols in his hand, restoring the classroom that left a lot of garbage and dust to its original brilliance Neat appearance.

The hand pointed out the window and turned the playground full of fallen leaves back into a neat and spotless new playground.

Patted Francis in his arms, "Little angel, take a look, how is the classroom, wow, take a look, baby~~"

Francis cried very sadly in his arms, and was soothed until he finally turned into sobs that were still full of meaning. After Bastian said so, he raised his little head, and his tearful eyes reflected a bright and clean classroom.

"This, this." Francis felt that he would not be able to speak clearly, and he choked up in surprise.

"You look out of the window again to see what's happening on the playground?"

Gu Chenchen followed his words and looked out the window. The playground covered with fallen leaves was as clean as new without any mess.As if it had been repainted, the fallen leaves on the ground were swept into the garbage dump in the back mountain.

Francis couldn't stop his eyes in surprise, and he didn't come back to his senses until Bastian was about to bite his neck.

"You, you, what are you doing, what are you doing?" Francis pushed Bastian on him.

Bastian smelled the sweet smell of blood, and couldn't help but leaned out to his neck covered by a turtleneck sweater, but Francis resisted it with both hands.

Bastian pushed Francis down on the table and chair by the window sill. While struggling, he couldn't sweep away the textbooks and stationery in the desk. Francis' voice was startled and terrified, with the cry of reunion after a long absence, "You, You, no, don't, whoa, whoop."

Bastian pressed Francis's young wrist, and pressed his mouth against his neck, "Honey, you smell so good, you smell so strong, I'm starting to miss it, wow, honey, you don't know How sweet your blood is, how tempting it is to me, I need to suppress myself every minute, so as not to have the thought of biting your neck."

"Wow, woo woo, woo woo." Francis cried like he was about to die, his hands and feet flustered, and he almost knocked over the table under him, and fell down by himself.

Bastian pinned him on the table, just like that day in the principal's office, got stuck between his crotch, grabbed his fidgeting hand, overturned his body, and clamped him firmly.

"Baby, let me tell you, if you move around again, I'll bite off your neck unceremoniously." As she spoke, she also demonstratively swiped her lips on his neck.

Francis cried more urgently, "Woo, wow, wow, wow."

The joints of the fingers began to turn pale, and the body trembled like a cicada being beaten by Qiushuang.Trembling, about to fall from the branch.

Feeling the person under him, like a dying animal, Bastian was more tempted to tease him, "Honey, why don't you say I bite you, the vein you were bitten last time is on this side Aorta, will biting the aorta suck more of your delicious juices, baby~~~"

"Whoa, no, woo, no. woo woo."

"Baby, your voice is almost hoarse from crying, my poor little boy, my dear, give me a kiss and I won't bite you." Bastian deliberately moved his face closer to the crying girl on the table. crying bag.

The little crying bag was shaking like a cramp from crying, and his face wanted to lean up to kiss Bastian, but the harder he tried, the more he couldn't get closer. In addition, Bastian deliberately teased him from far away and then closer, and Francis couldn't kiss him even more. arrive.

So she became even more anxious and scared, "I, woo woo, wow, woo woo, kiss, I can't kiss."

"Baby, why don't you kiss me, honey, kiss me quickly, or I'll run out of patience, sweetheart, be good, kiss me." Bastian comforted him, but he didn't forget to threaten him.

Francis howled until he was heartbroken, and was about to be pressed on the table and unable to lift his head. The other party's face was right in front of him.

Lift it up a little bit, a little bit.

Like a chicken pecking at rice, Francis pecked Bastian on the cheek.

Francis's lips were soft and cool, with a cool feeling like a small snowball falling on the cedar and dripping on his face.

Bastian circled Francis around his body and pressed him hard on the desk. Half of Francis's head was suspended from the edge of the desk. He fixed his head while aiming at him. kiss down.

Francis struggled between Bastian's hands and held his face, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

His hands and feet were fidgeting on the table, almost all the air in his lungs had been squeezed out, and a few intermittent sounds came out from his chest cavity.

The sound of the desk being unstable, and the sound of shaking and rubbing on the ground rang in the quiet classroom after school.