After closing the equipment room door, Yi Mu lifted the hem of his basketball jersey, revealing his belly to Guan Shengye.
As someone who frequently gets injured in fights, Guan Shengye could tell at a glance that this injury was definitely recent.
"Who hit him?" Guan Shengye touched Guan Shengye's waist, his voice filled with murderous intent.
Yi Mu wasn't going to hide it from him. He had been punched for no reason, and he said he wouldn't hold it against him, but that didn't stop others from teaching him a lesson.
"He said he was your brother, with dyed blond hair, small eyes, and a scar on the corner of his mouth."
Guan Shengye clenched his fists; he had long noticed that Song An was acting strangely lately.
It was because he hadn't given Song An a proper beating recently that he got cocky and dared to cause trouble for Yi Mu.
"I'll beat him to a pulp to avenge you, does it hurt?"
Guan Shengye dared not touch that area; he remembered that Yi Mu's skin was extremely sensitive.
Yi Mu glanced at his expression, her brows furrowed, and her eyes were full of heartache.
Imu's heart skipped a beat.
Is this silly boy simply infatuated with his looks, or does he genuinely like him?
Guan Shengye didn't get a reply from Yi Mu, so he looked up at him.
Yi Mu was also looking at him, and their eyes met.
The soundproofing in the equipment room isn't very good; even with the door closed, you can still hear the students' voices on the playground.
Time divided the space into two spaces, and the sounds seemed unreal, sometimes near, sometimes far.
Yi Mu heard his heartbeat growing louder and louder, thumping like a restless drum.
Guan Shengye's eyes burned with an intense heat, a heat capable of melting everything.
He raised his hand and hooked it around the back of Yi Mu's head.
She slowly lowered her head, found the soft lips that had appeared in her dreams many times, and pressed them against her lips.
The sweet taste I imagined, I only realized how superficial it was when I actually tasted it.
It is as soft as a fruit, and fresher than the sweetest fruit.
Unable to resist increasing the pressure, I heard a soft gasp.
Guan Shengye pried open Yi Mu's teeth, which weren't overly resistant, and roughly hooked them around.
Even though I've never done it before, it's as if I did it a long time ago, skillfully teasing and stimulating the senses.
Yi Mu didn't know when he closed his eyes; the tacit posture made him feel dazed.
Before I could think of anything else, my body went limp.
The overwhelming masculine hormones made Yi Mu almost helpless, causing him to loosen his clenched teeth.
He used all his remaining strength in his hands, gripping Guan Shengye's clothes tightly, his fingers clenching and turning white.
The tension of being in a private space, with the possibility of someone entering at any moment, kept both of them on edge.
Both of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads. Guan Shengye's hand slid down, reaching inside Yi Mu's shirt, restless, and haphazardly rubbing his waist.
He knew Yi Mu had a slender waist, but he had never touched it, so he had no idea what it felt like to break with a pinch.
Guan Shengye forcefully pressed Yi Mu towards himself; he had wanted to do this for a long time.
In his dream, he did even worse things; he even bullied Yimu until he cried.
Seeing the tears welling up in his beautiful eyes, she stuck out her tongue and licked away the salty tears.
Then tell him, "Class monitor, don't cry. You'll feel much better later."
Yi Mu felt a little short of breath, and he pushed Guan Shengye away, trying to get him to let go of him.
Guan Shengye was so engrossed in his own world that he didn't notice Yi Mu's subtle resistance.
It wasn't until Yi Mu's movements became more aggressive that Guan Shengye regained his senses and let him go.
Yi Mu lay on Guan Shengye, breathing heavily.
Guan Shengye looked completely satisfied. He said in a chuckled voice, "Class monitor, you're so sweet."
Yi Mu's ears turned completely red in an instant.
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