Chapter 137 Front Row Witnessing the God's Daily Romantic Encounters 41



Guan Shengye's anger was completely extinguished by this pounce.

He should have pushed this strange young man away immediately, but he didn't.

Because he smelled a familiar scent, a scent that had haunted his midnight dreams for years—a blend of oranges and an unknown, sweet fragrance.

The scent of Yi Mu had once captivated Guan Shengye many years ago.

Yi Mu had no idea that sometimes when the two of them were close, Guan Shengye would sniff his neck like a pervert.

At that time, he really wanted to bite Yimu to see if he smelled sweet and fragrant.

Guan Shengye was being held very tightly, and he felt a little pain.

That apology contained a myriad of emotions, and Guan Shengye, hearing it, even wanted to pat the man on the back to comfort him.

However, he stopped himself at the crucial moment, thinking that the man had mistaken him for someone else.

He pulled the hands off him, adjusted his facial expression, and calmly told the person in front of him, "You've mistaken me for someone else. If you can, please leave."

Looking at Guan Shengye's face, which was much thinner than before, Yi Mu forced a smile: "Guan Shengye, I am Yi Mu, the former class monitor of Class 1, Grade 11, and your deskmate."

A crack appeared in Guan Shengye's expression as he stared at the face before him, trying to find a familiar shadow of himself.

He heard his own voice choked in his throat, managing to utter a single syllable with difficulty: "Huh?"

I haven't cried for many years. I didn't cry when I committed murder, I didn't cry when I was arrested and imprisoned, and I didn't cry when I was released from prison.

But when I think about the person in front of me, I realize that he might have ulterior motives.

But even if there's only a one in a thousand chance that this person is the one he's been longing for, his heart will burst with joy.

Tears streamed down my face, one after another, like a child's.

Yi Mu raised his hand and wiped away his tears.

Guan Shengye grabbed his hand.

Feeling the warmth in his hand, he swallowed hard, his eyes moist as he asked, "Do you remember what I told you?"

Without thinking, Yi Mu blurted out, "You said, 'Class monitor, you're so sweet.'"

After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said, and his ears turned bright red.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky, creating a dazzling display of colors. Guan Shengye's world was reborn, vibrant with the splendor of spring flowers.

What does it feel like to lose something and then get it back? Even if he had to give up everything he has now, Guan Shengye wouldn't even hesitate for a second.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he cupped Yi Mu's face in his hands, lowered his head, and kissed her with a forceful, domineering kiss, filled with the ecstatic joy of returning a treasure to its owner.

Yi Mu passively endured it without thinking of resisting, but he could sense Guan Shengye's emotional fluctuations.

His wrist was gripped tightly, and Guan Shengye felt insecure. He might still be doubting the reality of his own existence.

Guan Shengye couldn't control himself; his tongue entwined with Yi Mu's, licking and kissing it.

Yi Mu seemed to be in a daze, and Guan Shengye lightly bit the tip of his tongue in dissatisfaction.

Yimu winced in pain and opened his eyes to look at him.

Guan Shengye stepped out, complaining angrily, "You're not concentrating."

Yi Mu chuckled and wiped away the undried tears on his face.

He was still held tightly in Guan Shengye's arms, as if afraid he would run away.

Looking into Guan Shengye's eyes, Yi Mu saw a tenderness he himself hadn't noticed: "How come you don't doubt that I'm fake at all?"

Guan Shengye leaned down and pecked him on the cheek, then his hand slid down to his bottom, and to Yi Mu's surprise, he lifted him up and placed him on the desk.

A familiar smile, roguish and cheeky, appeared on his face: "Because there is love in your eyes when you look at me."

Yi Mu laughed and slapped his head away, "Get lost!"

Outside the classroom window, the female ghost cautiously glanced at Zong Ao's expression.

My goodness, the way he looks like he's about to go in with a knife and kill someone is terrifying!

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