Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Decided to Study Abroad
"What did you say?"
He Songfeng stopped and his eyes slowly fell on their holding hands.
Zhang Hejing is not aggressive, he is more tolerant.
He did not force He Songfeng's fingers to accommodate his fingers, nor did he require He Songfeng to respond to his request to hold hands.
Zhang Hejing unilaterally wrapped the hand, closed his palms, and carefully held He Songfeng's cold and delicate hand as if it were a jade artifact.
"I'll help you."
Zhang Hejing's tone of voice softened, and he spoke softly in tune with He Songfeng's gentle voice.
Zhang Hejing is a bad person who has no sense of propriety and no respect for privacy.
But he was also very smart and knew at what distance to stop so as not to offend.
Even though He Songfeng had stopped and let Zhang Hejing hold his hand, Zhang Hejing did not make any more excessive moves from beginning to end.
She only kept half an arm's length away from He Songfeng, looking at him from neither far nor near, smiling gently, and holding his hands lightly.
That's all.
"How are you going to help me?"
He Songfeng took the initiative to step forward and brought the distance between them to half an arm's length.
Zhang Hejing stood still, not moved by He Songfeng's initiative, but seriously, word by word, narrating:
"So you slept with Cheng Qiyong because he could get you a government-sponsored study abroad exchange program. Then I can apply for a letter of recommendation for you. I can help you get into a better school. Then, when you go abroad, it will be true study abroad, not an exchange program."
Zhang Hejing is the person who knows He Songfeng best among all people.
He Songfeng saw almost 80% of He Songfeng's every move, so he knew more than 80% of He Songfeng.
He Songfeng is essentially a dusty pearl. Although there are some bumps and flaws on the surface, it must be admitted that this pearl is of high quality. If it were not for the flaws caused by external impact, it would be almost perfect.
Poor and cute, but also self-pitying and self-loving.
It is not aggressive, always quiet, lying obediently in the palm of your hand, and ignorantly accepting malicious gazes and playing.
After Zhang Hejing had been spying on He Songfeng for so many days, there was no reason for him not to fall in love with He Songfeng.
Anyone who comes and approaches He Songfeng will fall in love with him.
He Songfeng was born to be loved.
He Songfeng retracted his hands, raised them high, and placed them on both sides of Zhang Hejing's ears.
Zhang Hejing looked at it quietly in confusion.
The glasses on both sides were gently taken off. He Songfeng held the glasses in his left hand, put his right hand on Zhang Hejing's shoulder, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on Zhang Hejing's lips without reservation.
He Songfeng's lips were cold and wet, like a ball of cold pudding, and when he pressed them down, he could still smell a hint of fragrance.
He Songfeng tentatively used his tongue to pry open Zhang Hejing's upper and lower lips.
Zhang Hejing took the opportunity to accept He Songfeng's gesture, put his left hand around He Songfeng's waist, and clasped the back of He Songfeng's head with his right hand.
He Songfeng stood on tiptoe and stepped firmly on the ground because Zhang Hejing was pressing down on him.
The other person's kiss was not hurried, but slow and gradual.
If this process is to wake up a flower, then Cheng Qiyong and Cheng Yiliao simply slapped it, using the most brutal means to force the flower to bloom from bud.
Then Zhang Hejing patted the flower gently to tell it that the time had come.
As for the subsequent flowering, it is up to this flower to take the initiative.
The hand on Zhang Hejing's shoulder began to knead, like kneading dough, and the slender fingers moved slowly back and forth, and the comfortable warm fragrance almost overflowed from the bones.
He Songfeng didn't say a word, just made soft panting sounds through his nose.
The clear glass eyeballs rose up hazily. When kissed, the eyeballs shook up and down at a high speed like bungee jumping.
The obedient black mole was not exposed, but was completely trapped in the eyelid.
He Songfeng looked at Zhang Hejing, but the light in his eyes followed the mole and disappeared in confusion.
The pink, fleshy tongue slowly swept across the lips, leaving a sparkling trail of water.
Before he could even lick away the splattered saliva, he was immediately dragged into the encirclement and engaged in a fight again.
He Songfeng didn't need to urge the other party to let go. Zhang Hejing, relying on his understanding of He Songfeng, let go in time before He Songfeng's frail body was exhausted.
But Zhang Hejing is not completely kind. He deliberately took his hands away so that when the kiss ended, He Songfeng would hug him actively because his legs would go weak.
Just as Zhang Hejing had imagined, He Songfeng's hand on Zhang Hejing's shoulder suddenly hit him, and then a soft and extremely cold body rushed into Zhang Hejing's empty arms.
The clean smell of soapy water filled Zhang Hejing's chest, filling it so full that there was not a single gap left.
He Songfeng lay on his chest, breathing slowly.
Only when his strength began to recover did he slowly stand up from the other person's arms.
He took a step back, distanced himself from Zhang Hejing, lowered his head and took a deep breath.
When He Songfeng looked up, the temperature of his confused face suddenly dropped, and it turned into a distant and decent smile.
Like a gust of wind, like soapy water, light and weightless.
"I just finished with Cheng Qiyong, so it's inconvenient for me to receive you. I owe you one."
He Songfeng's voice was also so gentle, so soft that it almost flew away with the wind in his name.
"I'm helping you voluntarily, you don't need to give anything in exchange."
“…………”
He Songfeng looked at Zhang Hejing with a smile that was not quite friendly.
He didn't say anything good or bad, he just smiled.
After laughing for about two or three seconds, He Songfeng walked around Zhang Hejing as if nothing had happened and he had never heard anything he said.
Walk away alone with loneliness.
Do you believe it?
He Songfeng asked himself.
Whether it was the other party's promise to help him study abroad or the fact that they did not ask for anything in return, He Songfeng's answer was disbelief.
There was a ding-dong sound from behind.
This time, He Songfeng did not look back. He walked on his way until he reached his destination.
In Zhang Hejing's eyes, He Songfeng looked much thinner than when they first met.
Her already malnourished body had become almost emaciated in just a few months. The school uniform she wore suddenly became much looser, and the wind blew in through the contraction on both sides of the clothes, revealing that her waist could almost be pinched with one hand.
His black hair was not tied up with a rubber band, but hung softly on his back. Occasionally, some hair was lifted by the wind, and He Songfeng would immediately tuck it behind his ears.
He Songfeng's arms were clasped stiffly in front of him, the bones of his wrists sharp against his bloodless skin. He seemed to be a truly beautiful fairy with the appearance of a painted skin. Why else would the bones and flesh be so out of sync? How else could someone be so white that they were practically transparent?
But everyone knows that there is no way a monster like Painted Skin could exist in this world.
He Songfeng is just a poor beautiful woman, with insufficient qi and blood and malnutrition.
He was so thin and slender that he seemed like he would be broken by the wind.
When He Songfeng walks on the street, he gets almost 100% of the attention he gets.
Everyone was looking at him, stunned by his fragile beauty.
He Songfeng was used to it and endured it with an expressionless face.
It was not until he walked into the classroom and sat down that the stares eased a little, but people were still watching him, peeping at him, and gazing at him all the time.
After He Songfeng sat down, Zhang Hejing walked over slowly and sat behind He Songfeng.
The two people didn't even exchange glances, as if they didn't know each other and ignored each other.
He Songfeng was a little surprised that Cheng Yiliao came back to class today.
He Songfeng said regretfully: "Why did you come back so soon?"
"Then how long do you want to stay there? Until you run away to get married to someone else, and then maliciously send me an invitation letter from prison, then I will come out and meet you?"
"He Songfeng, you are so bad."
Cheng Yiliao hadn't seen He Songfeng for a day and a half, and missed him so much that he kept squeezing closer to He Songfeng.
When He Songfeng wanted to hide, he simply put his arm around He Songfeng's waist and wrapped him tightly against himself.
When He Songfeng was forced to move the chair and Cheng Yiliao pressed his legs against his, it was like being electrocuted. He felt numb from his coccyx to his cervical vertebrae, as if the entire bone was pulled out of his body by an invisible hand.
He Songfeng's body softened into a ball of mud. If his bones were not still there, he would have melted into the ground long ago.
“Ha…haha…”
The black mole on the eyelid could not bear the numbness and burst out from the folds, making a spasm like an orgasm.
He Songfeng clenched his hands into fists, and his ten fingers almost dug into the bones of his palms because of his endurance.
He breathed rapidly and softly through his nose.
Cheng Yiliao stared at He Songfeng in surprise, "I didn't use much force, it shouldn't hurt this much."
He Songfeng narrowed his eyes and gave him a meaningless look.
Of course it’s not painful, it’s pleasurable.
He Songfeng was like a pool full of water. The sewage in the pool had almost solidified into a solid shape and was pushed out in this way.
Like a hook, it made He Songfeng confused, and he almost mistook Cheng Yiliao in front of him for Cheng Qiyong, making him think that he was still having sex with Cheng Qiyong in the bathroom.
He Songfeng was afraid that he would say something he shouldn't, so he tried to raise his eyes to see the person in front of him clearly, and glared at Cheng Yiliao with his clear glass-like eyes without any deterrence.
Saying that he was a murderer was more like forcing himself to stay awake and warning himself that this was Cheng Yiliao, not Cheng Qiyong.
Never hug your younger brother or call your older brother's name.
Cheng Yiliao was so delighted by the stare that the pair of glass eyes were like billiard balls, which hit Cheng Yiliao hard and broke his calmness.
He couldn't control his impulse, so he held He Songfeng's face and ate him in one bite, pried open his teeth, and kissed him forcefully and deeply, not allowing him to refuse.
He Songfeng was so scared that he clenched his fists and smashed down hard, but his slender wrists were easily grabbed by Cheng Yiliao's hand, trapped like handcuffs.
Cheng Yiliao is very open and confident.
The kiss was so intense that she almost crushed He Songfeng's tongue into pieces and swallowed it into her throat, swallowing all of He Songfeng's saliva and breath into her stomach.
Cheng Yiliao completely ignored the two people behind him who were eyeing him hungrily and were staring at him with hungry stomachs. He treated He Songfeng as his lover, the classroom as a part of their play, and the classroom as a big bed room where the story took place.
He Songfeng was like a piping bag in a cake shop. The cream was melted into water by the rising and restless body temperature, dripping down.
He Songfeng quickly took a deep breath, covered Cheng Yiliao's mouth with his left hand and pushed him out, while putting his right hand on his stomach to protect it.
Every move she makes is like a pregnant woman in her third month of pregnancy gently protecting the baby in her belly.
He held his breath and never dared to exhale. He could only clench his fists, frown, and digest the hot and unbearable hardship alone.
"You...you let me go."
He Songfeng whispered to Cheng Yiliao.
Cheng Yiliao lingered for another half a minute before letting go. But Cheng Yiliao was still like a dog, continuing to use his tongue to tease He Songfeng's lips, as if he was sucking on a lollipop.
"Do not touch me."
He Songfeng had no choice but to give the order again.
Cheng Yiliao also obeyed and returned to his seat.
He Songfeng tightly grasped the corner of his clothes with one hand and covered his lower abdomen with the other hand.
It really feels like the hardship one experiences when pregnant and nearing delivery.
He Songfeng gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep an expressionless face.
He raised his white swan neck, stared at the teacher who came late, and followed the teacher's instructions to turn the pages of the book and listen to the lecture.
Fortunately, Cheng Yiliao felt sleepy as soon as the class started and slept for most of the class, so he did not come to disturb He Songfeng.
After class, He Songfeng left in a hurry.
The last class in the morning was an outdoor class. According to the type of sports class chosen by each young master and young lady, the students were divided into several groups and went to different venues.
He Songfeng is a transfer student, so he can go anywhere or not go.
He Songfeng rushed into the bathroom, put down the toilet lid, stacked his trouser legs at his ankles, and stepped on the toilet lid with one leg.
He Songfeng glanced down and immediately looked away, taking a deep breath and cursing softly, "Cheng Qiyong...you're a pervert..."
If Cheng Qiyong heard this, he would probably just laugh and become even more excited.
The big words written on He Songfeng's legs burned his eyes.
With black text on a white background and a red seal, He Songfeng truly became Cheng Qiyong's private collection.
He Songfeng rolled up a stack of toilet paper and wiped it back and forth, and soon the paper towels became wet.
No matter how He Songfeng wiped it, some water would still flow out and it couldn't be wiped clean.
There was so much water that He Songfeng had an extremely absurd idea.
If the bathroom faucet is broken, you don't have to buy a new one, just put it on the countertop.
He Songfeng's heart skipped a beat. He cupped his hands to his cheeks and shook his head back and forth to quickly dispel his chaotic thoughts.
When the outdoor class was halfway through, He Songfeng slowly appeared on the playground.
He chose not to join the activity, but instead found a shady place, stayed alone quietly, and silently recited the oral exercises for the exam.
Cheng Yiliao squeezed over and, in the last sweltering days of the dog days, didn't mind the heat and insisted on staying close to He Songfeng.
He tried to shrink his big body into a small ball so that he could wrap his arms around He Songfeng's waist and bury his head in his arms.
However, the final appearance was neither fish nor fowl and extremely funny.
But Cheng Yiliao was reluctant to let go of He Songfeng, and He Songfeng also tolerated it woodenly.
So the two, big and small, were squeezed together in such a contradictory way. If one of them wanted to withdraw, their connection would not be so stable.
"He Songfeng, did you have something in your stomach this morning? Did you feel uncomfortable and that's why you didn't let me touch you?"
Cheng Yiliao held a fan with an advertisement for a male reproductive hospital written on it. He tilted his head back and fanned He Songfeng from below, while also looking at He Songfeng's face from his low perspective.
No matter from which angle you look at it, He Songfeng is very handsome. Cheng Yiliao likes him so much that he wants to bite him with his teeth, but he holds back.
"Um."
He Songfeng responded calmly.
The wind from below blew his hair into frizzy messes. He Songfeng was busy using his hands to comfort and smooth out the hair that was protesting against Cheng Yiliao's brutality.
Cheng Yiliao's fanning movements became faster, and every move was full of courtesy.
He asked again: "Did you get it out? Are you still uncomfortable now?"
He Songfeng said nothing.
"You can't always be so casual. If you feel uncomfortable, tell him. Don't spoil him."
Cheng Yiliao rummaged through his pocket, took out a box of square things, stuffed it into He Songfeng's hand, and hugged He Songfeng even tighter.
"I prepared it myself. I thought if I beat up Zhao Jie, you would fall in love with me and be willing to sleep with me every day."
He Songfeng did not move, remained silent, and looked into the distance.
Cheng Yiliao was already very satisfied just holding He Songfeng like this.
In the warm sunshine, under the lush trees, on the rough and frizzy grass.
He wrapped his arms around his soft and slender lover, gently and affectionately brushed his lips against her arms, and rubbed his ear against her nose to eavesdrop and catch the momentary confusion and rapidity in her steady breathing.
He Songfeng is the only cool, deep, shallow area in this scorching summer. Burned into a turquoise-blue by the sun, it offers a soft embrace, a comfortable immersion, and absolute safety.
When his ears, nose and throat were immersed in it, all the noise in the world was blocked out by this small pool. This moment was a brief eternity that belonged only to Cheng Yiliao.
In the hot dog days of summer, even the noisy chirping of cicadas becomes interesting.
A girl came running down the stone path at the edge of the grass, pointing at He Songfeng and shouting, "He Songfeng! The president is looking for you! He wants to discuss the exchange student issue with you!"
A sharp female voice forcibly overturned the small pond. He Songfeng left, leaving Cheng Yiliao lying on his back on the grass alone.
At this time, everything in the dog days of summer becomes unpleasant.
Damn sun, who told you to be so sunburned? What should He Songfeng do if he gets sunburned?
Po Chan, you are so noisy, what should we do if it disturbs He Songfeng’s studies?
Broken brother.
"It was intentional... absolutely intentional..."
Cheng Yiliao sat up from the grass with a somersault, thinking about something in his mind, and stared at the direction where He Songfeng left with eagerness.
"Please wait in the office. The president still has some unfinished business."
After the other person finished speaking, he left and helped He Songfeng close the door.
The window was not closed, but the curtains were half drawn.
The scorching wind rushed in through the window, and the curtains were suddenly treated by the sun as burning flags, emitting a dangerous temperature.
The lighting in the room was average, neither bright nor dark.
Cheng Qiyong's desk was clean, with only paper and pen on it, and the chairs for visitors were neatly placed next to the table.
He Songfeng stood for a while, but the feeling of falling became more and more severe.
The surging wave rushed out uncontrollably.
He Songfeng sat down, holding Cheng Qiyong's pen on the table, and began to force himself not to think about it. Instead, he drew something on the paper to distract himself.
But it's totally useless.
The pregnant woman, who had been pregnant for three hours, finally decided to induce labor in the room of the father of her unborn child.
We're going to have a meal later anyway, so we might as well clean it up first.
So he closed the window and drew the curtains, and the room was instantly plunged into a dark yellow hue.
After a rustling sound, He Songfeng's clothes were neatly stacked on the table. He stood on the edge of the table, using his hard hips to support himself, and then rested his legs on the table.
During the process, He Songfeng could not avoid seeing the words on his body.
Cheng Qiyong's handwriting is very beautiful and neat. Every stroke is placed in the right place. It is not fancy or gangster-like at all. It is a very standard regular script.
Such serious handwriting, written on the pale, naked human skin, presents an extremely contrasting visual stimulation.
It's like being called upon to read in Chinese class, and all you end up reading out are obscene lyrics and songs.
He Songfeng leaned down and couldn't help but see the words on his leg. He muttered a sentence as if possessed by a ghost: "Thank you, Cheng Qiyong."
This sentence was written on his leg.
"…………Ha ha."
Being looked down upon, degraded, and objectified into a painting of human skin, one still has to say thank you to the other person.
He Songfeng couldn't help but laugh coldly.
He Songfeng opened his mouth, inserted half of his finger into his pink lips and bit them.
The laughter faded and the smile disappeared.
He Songfeng remembered to close the windows and draw the curtains, but he forgot to lock the door.
The moment the door handle was pressed and the door was pushed open, He Songfeng didn't even have time to take his fingers out of his wet lips.
The door was opened wide.
A beam of extremely bright light suddenly shot into the dim room, burning my eyes and making them blurry and wet.
The scorching heat outside during the dog days of summer quickly squeezed into the room, causing the temperature to rise sharply.
The moment the door was opened, countless beads of sweat condensed on He Songfeng's pale body, and he felt cold.
Beads of sweat slid down along the shoulder blades and spine, finally gathering into a small, crystal clear pool at the sunken waist.
A small pool can easily create huge waves and splash countless water, but new sweat beads soon flow into it and the pool is filled up again in a few seconds.
He Songfeng half-closed his eyes and looked at the dark figure in the door frame. His vision was unable to focus for a moment and he couldn't tell whether it was one, three or five.
In short, there must be someone standing by the door frame, staring at him.
It's like looking at a dead fish or a dead leaf.
Now.
He Songfeng was the unlucky guy who was called out in Chinese class for reciting obscene lyrics and music.
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The author has something to say: The lips in the last few paragraphs are actually, um... a metaphor.
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