Chapter 6 Chapter 6 It's Burning

He Songfeng put away his phone, just like he did when he and Cheng Yiliao met for the first time.

Slow and leisurely, unhurried.

He glanced at his feet and recognized that the scattered debris was his luggage. There was also a gray and black suitcase leaning against the wall, which was dented by being stepped on.

During the day and a half he was away from school, his things were thrown out roughly and left on the steps.

Young masters passing by will not bend down to pick up these things. In their eyes, these things without luxury logos are no different from garbage.

Therefore, trampling on them at will is something that can be done without any psychological burden.

Especially the stack of certificates that had been stepped on until they turned from red to black, had been torn into pieces by the soles of the shoes.

Zhao Jieyi even joked about him carrying his award certificates everywhere he went. What was he doing with them? It was hilarious.

He Songfeng didn't say anything at that time.

At this time, he still remained silent.

He raised his eyelids and looked indifferently at the tall, thin, and somewhat dark-skinned man in front of him.

This person is not Cheng Yiliao, but he looks familiar. I think he is the little follower who followed Cheng Yiliao and made a fuss that day.

The other person folded his arms and stepped on the top step, while He Songfeng was stopped by him on the next step.

He lowered his head and glanced away with disdain.

He Songfeng looked up calmly at the people, his feet stepping on the mixture of his award certificates and rags of clothes, neither angry nor annoyed, like an emotionless unpolished jade.

"You poor bastard from the countryside, where did you go last night when you didn't return to the dorm? Didn't the school send out a notice allowing early check-in?"

He Songfeng's cheek was pinched by the other party and rubbed twice without any courtesy.

Soft flesh piled up in the middle of his cheeks. Even though his face was rubbed so roughly, He Songfeng's face was still so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it, as if he was really a god sitting high on a white moon plate.

His calm and composed appearance made people want to annoy him, make him cry, and in short, it greatly stimulated their desire to destroy him.

"Where else can I go?"

This time it was Cheng Yiliao's voice.

The dark-skinned man let out a rat-like laugh. "Brother Liao, that's what I'm saying. Name a price. It doesn't matter who you sell it to."

He Songfeng's eyes passed over the shoulder line of the man in front of him and fell on Cheng Yiliao, but he quickly looked away.

He Songfeng would rather look at the boxes below that were trampled to pieces.

Cheng Yiliao stood by the door, glancing frivolously at He Songfeng twice. As he looked at him, he leaned against the door frame involuntarily, revealing an aggressive look without disguising it.

When we first met, I didn't have time to take a good look at her. Now, I have the time and energy, and the light is just right, enough for Cheng Yiliao to look at her from head to toe.

The red spots on He Songfeng's neck that were sucked out have not disappeared yet, obviously something happened not long ago.

Such a cheap, third-rate low-class person actually dared to disrespect him that day.

Seeing this, Cheng Yiliao sneered and pondered vicious ideas.

"You're not still keeping other people's things, are you?" Cheng Yiliao snorted viciously.

He Songfeng replied: "No."

"Hahahaha—Brother Liao, you're too direct."

With Cheng Yiliao's indulgence, the little follower became even more brazen in pinching He Songfeng's cheeks.

But under the rude insult, he was restrained and rubbed He Songfeng's lips with the palm of his hand.

With his back to Cheng Yiliao, he revealed a greed that only He Songfeng could see, a greed that he coveted but also feared.

The tightly closed door was quietly opened, and some of the more curious people even stuck half of their heads out, their eyes fixed on He Songfeng, looking at his figure and thinking about what the man had just said.

"release."

He Songfeng frowned slightly and pressed his lips into a line, not letting the man in front of him succeed in his evil intentions.

The little follower turned to look at Cheng Yiliao and listened to his instructions.

Cheng Yiliao lit a cigarette, pinched it and shook it twice, "Let go, you can't pinch him all night and make his mouth swollen."

After saying that, Cheng Yiliao kicked his little follower, pointed the cigarette butt forward, and burned the other's palm.

"Put away those disgusting thoughts of yours."

The henchman gasped for air from the burn, his face twisted into a mess of lines. He bent his knees and smirked, swearing repeatedly, "I didn't have that thought. I really didn't. I wouldn't dare."

Taking advantage of the internal conflict between the two men, He Songfeng had some time to pack up his things.

He squatted on the steps, lowered his head to pick up pieces of almost rags of clothes from the ground, quickly gathered them in his hands, and stuffed them into the broken suitcase. He used both hands, and his slender arms turned red before he could barely close the suitcase.

With a click, the zipper closed, indicating that this farce was about to end.

The suitcase was lifted up and held in the owner's thin hands.

He walked around the man who was coveting him, avoided the obscene gaze, went to the highest step and stopped.

He Songfeng was ready to face a second, even more intense humiliation and harassment.

But to his surprise, Cheng Yiliao took the initiative to move aside, leaned to the side, and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

But what surprised Cheng Yiliao even more was that he had underestimated He Songfeng's strength.

Not strength, but personality.

He Songfeng actually dared to stop and watch attentively.

Cheng Yiliao looked back with interest.

He Songfeng took a moment to confirm that the two were looking at each other, and that Cheng Yiliao was ready to listen to him.

His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he smiled lightly and decently.

"I remember you."

He Songfeng said.

Cheng Yiliao saw the two black moles again, which made his blood boil. He didn't even feel the cigarette ash burning the back of his hand. Perhaps it was because at this moment, the lust flowing in his veins was hotter than the cigarette spark.

She must be deliberately seducing me again, right?

Didn't he realize that when he smiled at someone like that, it was seduction?

It must be intentional.

His eyes are so beautiful, they must be very sensitive and soft.

Cheng Yiliao tutted his words and thought:

Isn't this just wanting him to lick it?

"I'm so handsome, you should remember me."

Cheng Yiliao's voice became hoarse, sparks flew, and the blower made the hot blood wheeze.

He Songfeng raised his hand, and the change in his gesture interrupted Cheng Yiliao's intense YY, forcing him to focus on the present moment.

He Songfeng pinched his index finger and thumb together, then slightly separated them.

His voice was light and lively, like a gust of wind blowing past my ears without weight, and he said with a smile:

"You hate me because I rejected your advances. You're really... petty."

He Songfeng's smile was like the one when he laughed at Cheng Yiliao and called him a dog when they first met.

The tiny distance between Cheng Yiliao's fingers was so small that only a needle could pass through.

Cheng Yiliao's gaze slowly moved from He Songfeng's lips to He Songfeng's fingers.

The index finger was as thin as a bamboo carved from jade, white and smooth. Although there was no water on it, the skin was emitting a cool glow under the light from the corridor.

Even the neatly trimmed fingernails have become exquisitely carved decorations.

He Songfeng found that Cheng Yiliao did not react, so he provocatively put his hand in front of Cheng Yiliao and used humiliating gestures to blatantly stimulate Cheng Yiliao's eyes.

Cheng Yiliao's breathing became heavier.

This is not humiliation at all, it is the most authentic seduction!

It would be best if He Songfeng kept this humiliating smile and said more explicit and humiliating dirty words to him.

Whatever He Songfeng can say, he will definitely be able to say something a hundred times more exciting than what he is saying now.

"Don't want to hang out in school anymore? Do you want to die?"

Seeing that Cheng Yiliao didn't react, the little follower immediately jumped up to help his elder brother to uphold justice, and out of selfish motives, he was about to slap He Songfeng in the face.

Cheng Yiliao was awakened by the sudden scolding. He turned around and warned, "Get away from me."

He took another puff of cigarette angrily, and pinched He Songfeng's face with his hands instead of slapping him.

With a clang, the suitcase that had been folded with great difficulty fell to the ground again.

Immediately, He Songfeng hit the back of his head against the wall and felt dizzy.

Naturally, his expression softened, his brows drooped, and he lowered his head and nodded forward.

The fragile eyelids were presented to Cheng Yiliao like a tribute.

"Hate you? Hahahaha——"

Cheng Yiliao pushed his waist forward and squeezed hard against the wall.

A slap came from the hand holding a cigarette.

He Songfeng frowned, knowing that he couldn't escape, so he didn't even bother to hide.

The result is - lift it up heavily and put it down lightly.

The palm of his hand gently patted He Songfeng's cheek. It was not a humiliation, but a blatant flirtation. Every time the palm touched the cheek, it was a wanton caress.

"That's too strong a word. If I say I like you—"

Cheng Yiliao was satisfied with the touch. He put his hand aside to shake off the cigarette ash, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh while looking at He Songfeng's calm face.

Surrounded by the pungent smoke, Cheng Yiliao laughed wildly and dazzlingly.

"Don't you think I love you?"

Cheng Yiliao's voice was bright and clear, and the little follower who was peeping at the side looked extremely unhappy. He felt as if he had stolen something with great difficulty, but then the original owner took it back.

He Songfeng's breathing was very light, and his eyes still showed the dizziness he had not yet recovered from.

Cheng Yiliao gave him time, enough for him to recover from the dizziness.

“…………”

He Songfeng took a deep breath and finally steadied his footing. Then he calmly went to compete with Cheng Yilian.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Cheng Yiliao very calmly, almost making Cheng Yiliao think that He Songfeng was deaf and didn't hear his words of humiliation.

So Cheng Yiliao deliberately pushed people against the wall, forcing He Songfeng to gasp for air with difficulty.

"Speak up. If I say I like you, will you think I'm in love with you?" Cheng Yiliao's tone was like firecrackers, crackling.

"Then tell me, tell me you like me."

He Songfeng caught the intense and hot impulse in the other person's eyes and chose to accept it all.

He was behaving strangely unlike a normal person.

It was so natural, so natural that it seemed like a reward he had become accustomed to.

It was one of the spoils he collected.

It seems.

As long as Cheng Yiliao says the words "I like you", it will become a second bright red certificate of honor for the Three Good Students Award, which can be tattooed on his skin and become one of the golden values ​​of his life.

"Go ahead."

He Songfeng urged softly: "Say you like me."

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