"Jiang Jiang, please give me some extra lessons." Shen Quanyujing's bony fingers played with Yuan Jiang's thick black hair, while his other hand supported his chin, and he looked at her with dark and gentle eyes.
Yuan Jiang blinked and smiled sweetly, "Okay."
Shen Quan's grades were the last in the Enno Noble Academy's senior year, with zero points in every subject. He always handed in blank papers, but because of the Shen family behind him, no one dared to criticize him for doing so.
Yuan Jiang's face was full of seriousness as she took out her textbook and explained the topic to Shen Quan.
Shen Quan supported his chin with one hand, staring straight at Yuan Jiang's well-behaved and serious appearance, his lips as red as peony slightly raised a happy arc, and he said: "Jiang Jiang, you are so smart."
"Just say a few words and I'll understand it all."
Yuan Jiang's long eyelashes trembled, and she smiled shyly, moving her butt a little closer to Shen Quan. Her white and tender little hands grasped his arm, and she whispered, "No."
"It's because you're smart that you learn so quickly. If you listen carefully in class, you'll definitely be number one."
Shen Quan's ears, hidden in his black hair, gradually turned red. He pursed his lips, his eyes falling on Yuan Jiang's small hand holding his arm. His heart suddenly twitched, and a chuckle escaped from his throat. He slowly looked at Yuan Jiang's little face again and said meaningfully:
"Jiang Jiang, you are so sweet."
Yuan Jiang blinked blankly, as if stunned. Her fingertips curled up unintentionally and slid across his wrist, "Is there?"
"Of course." It looks sweet.
Yuan Jiang felt that Shen Quan was holding back something bad, but when she looked at him with a confused look on her face, he looked serious again.
She hesitated for a moment, purred her cheeks, and cursed herself for overthinking.
How simple is Shen Quan?
He would rather sleep on the sofa than lie in the same big bed with her.
Thinking of this, Yuan Jiang gritted her silver teeth in frustration, wrinkled her delicate and upturned nose, scratched her head irritably, snorted delicately and lay on the table, ignoring the morbidly excited look in Shen Quan's eyes when he looked at her.
suddenly.
"Click"
Shen Quan loosened his fingers, and the ballpoint pen fell to the ground, rolling to Yuan Jiang's feet.
His eyes dimmed slightly, and he sat up straight with his slender body, then bent his thin waist. The lines of his handsome profile were tightly stretched. His dark gaze was fixed on Yuan Jiang's slender white calves, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.
The long, bony fingers picked up the pen, and the hot skin on the back of his hand rubbed against Yuan Jiang's calf vaguely, as if unintentionally.
Yuan Jiang's body trembled and she sat up suddenly. The skin on her calves seemed to be burned, and her face also turned red.
As soon as she turned her head, Shen Quan, who had just stood up and sat down, reached out his hand, put his palm on her forehead, and placed the pen he picked up on her desk with his other hand.
The skin on his palm was very hot, like magma, burning her so much that half of her body was numb.
Yuan Jiang's breathing quickened a little, and tears welled up in his fox eyes: "Chen, Shen persuade."
“Jiang Jiang, the pen fell.” Shen Quan curled his lips at her, his deep dark eyes sparkling: “I picked it up.”
Yuan Jiang was confused and hurriedly pushed his hand away. The tip of her ear was red and bleeding. She covered her face and said, "Oh."
The curve of Shen Quan's lips became wider, but the look in his eyes as he stared at Yuan Jiang was surprisingly hot, a kind of morbid desire that was firmly bound by reason.
Jiang Jiang is so cute...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com