Chapter 37 Chapter 37 What if I get caught cheating? I'm willing to...
The wind was so strong at night that it could not be described as just a whooshing sound. Instead, it seemed to have solid form, wantonly pulling at everything in the open space.
The branches of the trees overhead rustled wildly, and the plastic bags on the ground were tangled in the invisible wind.
The wind blowing in my face carried the scent of autumn frost, and when I inhaled it into my lungs, it made my nose hurt.
He Songfeng was only wearing a thin set of pajamas. He didn't know that at this time of year in Jialin City, the temperature difference between the outdoors and indoors existed for an entire summer.
The temperature was clearly around 37 or 40 degrees during the day, but it was only 20 degrees at night.
Cheng Yiliao leaned against the side of the car. When he saw He Songfeng coming from afar, his brows suddenly furrowed.
Before he had time to think, he walked towards He Songfeng, put his hand to cover He Songfeng's cold arm, and put his other hand around He Songfeng's waist, holding him in his arms tightly.
"Why are you wearing so little?"
Cheng Yiliao didn't have any extra clothes for He Songfeng. He was young and energetic, so whether the temperature was 20 degrees or 40 degrees, he could still walk around in an old man's vest.
He Songfeng said nothing, but suddenly felt a strong gaze from behind.
He suddenly glanced back, his steps towards the Bentley paused, his gaze fixed on the window for half a second.
A black shadow flashed by and disappeared.
When Cheng Yiliao looked over, the window was empty.
"Hurry up and get in the car."
Cheng Yiliao didn't give He Songfeng a chance to dawdle and dragged him towards the car.
As soon as the car door opened, he put his hand on the top of He Songfeng's head, grabbed He Songfeng's arm, and pushed him in.
The car door slammed, and He Songfeng's world fell into darkness.
Cheng Yiliao sat up from the other side.
But Cheng Yiliao was not in a hurry to take any action. Instead, he started the engine and fled from here in a hurry.
While observing the reversing road conditions, Cheng Yiliao looked up at the floor where his brother lived, like a thief, his eyes never stopping to move.
He stepped on the accelerator and never let go. Like a clockwork carriage that was wound to the extreme, it roared and sped away.
Even though He Songfeng was wearing a seatbelt, he was still rushed forward out of control along with the car due to the strong inertia. Just when he was about to hit the car window, the reaction force threw him back into the seat with terrifying force.
He Songfeng's eyes suddenly lost their focus, and they drooped down in disappointment. He couldn't find the focus, and his eyes kept dispersing into a dark color.
He subconsciously grabbed at the air with his hands, folded his legs, pressed his chest against his thighs, and curled up weakly in the seat.
The night sky is very beautiful tonight. The strong wind has blown away all the clouds, so the sky is clear at night.
You can't see the stars in the city center, and even because of neon pollution, the skyline is always pink or purple, not pure black.
He Songfeng pressed his hand against the cold car window and pulled himself out of his curled up position.
The car went north, and the further north it went, the more suburban it became.
There are more and more natural stars, and the night polluted by city lights is gradually returning to its original color.
He Songfeng didn't like being far away from the city. He had finally climbed out of the mountains, so how could he be willing to go back into the mountains?
So he frowned and brought up an unpleasant topic:
"Aren't you afraid that Cheng Qiyong will beat you?"
He Songfeng turned his head and stared at Cheng Yiliao.
Cheng Yiliao's handsome face now looked extremely miserable. His eyes were still bloodshot, his lips were torn, and the whip marks on his cheeks looked like they were caused by thorns, with not a single piece of good skin left.
shocking.
The sterile dressing cannot cover this face, there are too many wounds, unless the entire head is covered.
"Afraid."
Cheng Yiliao held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, trying his best to restrain the urge to look at He Songfeng.
"But I'm more afraid that he will set you up inside."
“…………”
He Songfeng chose to change the subject. He stretched out his hand, placed it softly on Cheng Yiliao's arm, and asked softly, "Didn't you say you would give me this car?"
The moment He Songfeng's hand touched Cheng Yiliao, he stepped on the accelerator and suddenly sped away.
"Do you have a driver's license?" Cheng Yiliao asked him.
He Songfeng answered frankly: "No."
He Songfeng's hand was trying to slide through the gaps between the shackled fingers again, and as if imitating a man, his fingertips scraped the gaps between the fingers affectionately. Several times, he was about to sink into the gaps between the fingers, but then he quickly moved his fingers away.
Cheng Yiliao's heart rate soared to 170 due to the watch he wore on his left hand, and his blood pressure also rose throughout his body.
His blood was boiling.
He Songfeng leaned over, almost crawling over the center console, and pressed against Cheng Yiliao, his posture almost kissing his ear.
Exhale.
"Teach me."
Slam on the brakes.
The tires were on the verge of losing control, making sharp scraping sounds that penetrated the ground and the car body, piercing straight into He Songfeng's ears.
He Songfeng's head hurt from the squealing tires, but before he could cover his ears, the sudden braking caused his body to fly forward and slam back heavily onto the seat.
He Songfeng once again fell into a vortex of discomfort.
When He Songfeng regained consciousness, he discovered that he had switched seats and was now sitting in the driver's seat, but he wasn't the only one in the car. He and Cheng Yiliao were buckled in the same seatbelt, and he was sitting on Cheng Yiliao's lap.
Cheng Yiliao inserted his hand into the gap between He Songfeng's fingers from the back of his hand, and held He Songfeng's hand tightly, gripping the steering wheel.
"I'll teach you."
Cheng Yiliao's voice came from behind He Songfeng, along with his hot breath.
Cheng Yiliao's body was as hot as a branding iron, causing He Songfeng, who was sitting on his lap, to tremble slightly.
He Songfeng was even distractedly thinking, would doing that with Cheng Yiliao, who was so hot, burn his body and cause incontinence?
It wasn’t this hot last time…it was lukewarm last time.
A voice shouted in He Songfeng's mind: "He Songfeng! Stop letting your head be filled with pornographic garbage!"
He Songfeng was startled and shook his head slightly left and right.
The car, which seriously violated traffic laws, drove along the eight-lane Youth Avenue in Jialin City.
As it was late at night and traffic was light, this gave them the opportunity to occupy the entire eight lanes.
"He Songfeng, keep your feet here."
He Songfeng did as he was told and kicked down——
This Bentley gave the impression of being on a high-speed train, going so fast that it almost became a straight phantom, and the tires made an alarming and creepy scraping sound as they gripped the ground.
The scene in front of the car window no longer had any "content", only a hazy shadow could be seen. Before I could see it clearly, it flew away from my sight.
He Songfeng was so nervous that he broke out in cold sweats. His bones were chattering in fear, making fragile, trembling sounds.
"It was too fast, I couldn't control it."
He subconsciously turned back to seek help from Cheng Yiliao.
Amidst the cries for help, Cheng Yiliao chose to let go of his hands and let He Songfeng hold the steering wheel alone.
He Songfeng was so frightened that he wanted to let go of the car like Cheng Yiliao, but as soon as he let go of one hand, he suffered the pain of the car losing control.
He rushed to the left, and when he saw that the car was about to overturn, he quickly turned the steering wheel to the right.
The car was swaying crookedly on the main road.
Sometimes it was about to hit the guardrail, sometimes it was about to hit the sidewalk, and sometimes it was about to hit the tree.
Every time when the car was about to crash, He Songfeng would swerve the steering wheel to save it, but then he would lose control of the direction and fall into even greater danger.
He Songfeng pleaded in a trembling voice, "Cheng Yiliao, please help me, I'm scared..."
Cheng Yiliao pretended not to hear, and even pinched He Songfeng's chin. At the dangerous moment when the adrenaline of both of them surged to the peak, he bit his lips and stuck out his tongue, and kissed him fiercely.
It plundered He Songfeng's already limited breath and disrupted his breathing frequency.
He Songfeng waved his thin wrists like bamboo poles and hammered Cheng Yiliao's chest in resistance.
These falling light hammers not only failed to drive Cheng Yiliao away, but also made Cheng Yiliao kiss her more and more fiercely. Cheng Yiliao was sucking her throat like a water pipe without water, and she made a dry and shrunken cry for help.
No one was paying attention to the road conditions, and no one was even holding the steering wheel. The car was just like a headless fly, rushing around on the wide road.
Although He Songfeng knew that it was very dangerous now, but - but when he thought about it, Cheng Yiliao would not let him die.
The hot blood stimulated by adrenaline was suddenly cut off by the lower abdomen.
This passion failed to turn into a desire to survive, but strangely turned into a desire for stars.
At this moment, He Songfeng understood why Cheng Yiliao liked to take him racing.
Reason was burned to ashes under the stimulation of adrenaline, the brain lost the shackles of reason, and was once as excited as boiling water, roaring and scalding.
It was an excitement that He Songfeng, a piece of rotten flesh and bones, had never experienced before.
He Songfeng felt very comfortable being kissed.
Cheng Yiliao's hands were hot and big, kneading his body like a piece of fresh red meat that had melted, and the warmed blood flowed comfortably in his blood vessels, warming his organs.
He Songfeng likes such strong and intense temperature.
If his mouth wasn't being bitten and kissed, He Songfeng would even want to raise his arms and cheer, shouting with a crazy and charming look: "It feels so good, I love it so much--!!!"
He Songfeng turned his back and put his arms around Cheng Yiliao's neck, sitting in his arms. Through his clothes, he was like a cold little snake, twisting and twirling.
He Songfeng has always been a quick learner when it comes to seducing people, and he has learned it all by himself.
"Lift your foot."
Cheng Yiliao suddenly gave the order and released He Songfeng.
"Um?"
"Release the accelerator. If you press it again, we'll both die."
Cheng Yiliao's expression turned cold, and he turned the steering wheel seriously, trying to control the out-of-control car to maintain balance instead of crashing into the wall.
He Songfeng's stressed brain finally reacted. He was so focused on turning the steering wheel that he forgot that the culprit was the accelerator that he had stepped on the floor!
Without He Songfeng's interference, the car quickly returned to normal.
Knowing that he had done something wrong, He Songfeng huddled in his arms, pinching Cheng Yiliao's arm with one hand and covering his drooling mouth with the other, breathing tiredly.
Cheng Yiliao let him go, took the steering wheel, turned his wrist, and drove into the dark and whirling road.
Stopped at a forest road in the suburbs that no one knew where it was.
When He Songfeng saw the car stopped, he took the initiative to take off his clothes.
But his hands were quickly controlled by Cheng Yiliao.
"You are sick."
He Songfeng subconsciously touched his forehead with the back of his hand and shook his head gently: "The fever has subsided, it won't infect you."
"You were sick this afternoon, and when I went to look for you, you were gone before you even finished taking the medicine."
Cheng Yiliao scolded him angrily.
"Why didn't you wait for me? Why didn't you let me take care of you? Do you still hate me?"
He Songfeng didn't want to talk about these topics. He broke free from Cheng Yiliao's shackles and continued to take off his clothes stubbornly.
Cheng Yiliao angrily shook off his hand and quickly helped him put his clothes back on.
He Songfeng didn't understand what Cheng Yiliao was angry about, and asked expressionlessly, "No?"
Cheng Yiliao hugged He Songfeng from behind, his hands avoiding sensitive areas like a gentleman, and he said firmly: "No."
He Songfeng didn't understand, "No, then why did you call me out?"
"I told you, the moment I thought of you lying next to Cheng Qiyong, maybe kissing him, maybe biting him, maybe on the mugwort, I felt itchy inside and wanted to get you out."
"I won't touch you. I know you don't want to do anything like that."
He Songfeng stared at Cheng Yiliao expressionlessly for a long time. Seeing Cheng Yiliao's body hairy and the burning voice suddenly cooling down, He Songfeng choked out two dry laughs from his throat.
"Ha ha."
Good one, I know you don’t want to.
"So did he bully you after you returned?"
Cheng Yiliao asked worriedly.
He Songfeng pretended not to hear. He only wanted to do it with Cheng Yiliao, not make love with her.
He remained indifferent to these love affairs.
He Songfeng unbuckled his seat belt, easily climbed over the center console with his slender limbs, and curled up in the passenger seat.
"Since you're not going to do it, let me get some sleep."
He Songfeng closed his eyes, but his eyelashes were still trembling nervously, and the black mole on his eyelids was also swaying from side to side.
Although the fear of speeding still lingered in his heart, He Songfeng fell asleep because he was too tired.
"Then I'll hold you."
The seat back slowly lowered, and He Songfeng also changed from sitting and curled up to lying down.
After Cheng Yiliao got off the car, he got on from the other side, pushed He Songfeng inside, and hugged him from the outside.
As he slept in Cheng Yiliao's arms, He Songfeng had half of his body stacked on top of Cheng Yiliao. The small and narrow seat was enough for the strong Cheng Yiliao alone, not to mention He Songfeng.
The skylight on the roof slowly opened, and the scene above was filled with the vast starry night.
The stars in the suburbs hang high in the sky, like ripples spreading across water, appearing and disappearing. The air is cool with the touch of dew, the wind whistles past my ears, and unseen cicadas linger in the shadows, emitting the last whistles of late summer.
Although He Songfeng didn't like the suburbs and mountains, he was born and raised in the countryside. When he set foot in the countryside again, the sense of security he felt was far greater than his desire to escape.
Cheng Yiliao hugged He Songfeng tightly, and his hot breath blew on his cheek.
There was also a small blanket, which fell lightly on his body.
"He Songfeng, won't you watch the stars with me?"
“…………”
"Asleep?"
Cheng Yiliao lowered his head and leaned closer to look at He Songfeng's face as he fell asleep.
He stretched out his hand, carefully placed it on He Songfeng's cheek, and pinched it lightly with restraint.
But he only pinched her once and didn't dare do it again, as he was always worried that his little movements would wake He Songfeng up.
Since He Songfeng would maintain the same posture for a long time after falling asleep, Cheng Yiliao also cooperated with the same posture, being pressed, stuck to, and leaned against by He Songfeng for a long time.
It lasted so long that the sky was covered with a patch of paleness, and so long that the joints of Cheng Yiliao's arms and legs were like rusty gears, completely numb and stiff, and he could not even feel their existence.
"He Songfeng, how about we elope?"
"Do you have any ideas? Let's just leave now, we're not going to read this crappy book anymore."
"I will support you from now on. I am strong and can make money doing anything."
Cheng Yiliao talked to himself and entertained himself.
Anyway, He Songfeng was asleep and couldn't hear anything, so he said whatever he wanted to say without restraint.
As Cheng Yiliao was talking, he thought that He Songfeng had slept for so long, so it was okay for him to sneak a kiss.
As a result, as soon as his gaze fell downwards, it fell precisely into He Songfeng's open eyes, and the two people's gazes formed a straight line.
Cheng Yiliao scratched his head awkwardly. "Awake?"
He Songfeng nodded, put his palm on Cheng Yiliao's chest, and pushed himself up.
Cheng Yiliao took advantage of the situation and grabbed He Songfeng's waist, then lifted him into his arms and made him sit down.
He pinched He Songfeng's chin and lifted it up, looking at the same sky with him, and asked in a pinched voice: "Do you still want to continue looking at the stars?"
He Songfeng's eyes dropped, and he said distantly, "I don't like looking at the stars."
Only the city's rich young masters would love to watch the stars. These damn stars followed and stalked He Songfeng throughout his youth. They recorded all of He Songfeng's misfortunes and embarrassments in the book, but remained indifferent.
At that time, he was wearing old clothes that other people didn't want, and had nowhere to go in the cold winter. When he met Zhao Jie, he was coaxed and deceived into taking him home to have sex with him.
It was these stars that followed him all the way, without emitting any light, heat, or sound.
He Songfeng was so young at that time that he had no idea what liking or love was. He didn't even know what heterosexuality and homosexuality were.
He only knew that he would starve to death if he left Zhao Jieyi, so at a young age when he had no sexual awareness, he and Zhao Jieyi became lovers.
If something doesn't go his way, Zhao Jieyi will threaten to kick him out.
Otherwise, He Songfeng would not have developed such a submissive personality. Anyone could kiss him, touch him, or even have sex with him.
He would get angry, but he would never fight back.
At that time, Zhao Jie pushed him onto the bed. When He Songfeng looked up, he wanted to ask for help, but there was no one around. When he looked up, he could only see these stars.
This group of useless stars witnessed all of He Songfeng's embarrassment in the past eighteen years.
“…………Then I won’t watch it.”
Although Cheng Yiliao didn't know what had happened, He Songfeng's depressed mood was visible to the naked eye.
He quickly closed the sunroof, covering the interior of the car in black. It was better to have nothing in it than to have nothing in it except unhappy things.
The two hands wrapped around He Songfeng's waist, wrapped around him tightly, and the hot breath penetrated into his skin through the fabric of his clothes, and then seeped into his flesh and bones bit by bit.
The warmth of He Songfeng's whole body was filled with Cheng Yiliao's name.
"Go back."
He Songfeng patted his hands on his waist.
"good."
The Bentley went in a winding way, but came back straight.
When Cheng Yiliao was hugging He Songfeng with all his courage, he didn't think that it was getting late. Without He Songfeng's courage, even his hands holding the steering wheel were shaking.
He Songfeng saw it and laughed at him for being a coward.
He took the initiative to cover his hand with Cheng Yiliao's. This time, his fingertips did not tease Cheng Yiliao intentionally, but slid into the gaps between Cheng Yiliao's fingers with a clear goal.
"If we elope, will you support me?"
He Songfeng suddenly asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of Cheng Yiliao's wheat-colored hand, caressing it ambiguously.
“?!”
Cheng Yiliao's scalp suddenly felt numb, his facial features widened in surprise, and his arms were covered with goose bumps.
"I will support you!"
He Songfeng smiled gently, "Okay."
The Bentley stopped in front of Cheng Qiyong's dormitory building.
Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath, turned his head and watched He Songfeng's every move, looking at him reluctantly.
He Songfeng did not respond to his eager gaze. When the car arrived at the station, he unbuckled his seat belt, pushed open the door, and closed the door with his hands behind his back while getting off the car.
Ordinary friends would wave and say goodbye before leaving, but He Songfeng didn't. All he left for Cheng Yiliao was a cold and lonely back.
Like a gust of wind, it came and went in a hurry, and would never stay for a moment for Cheng Yiliao just because he looked pitiful.
This gust of wind was not as human as Cheng Yiliao had imagined.
Cheng Yiliao pulled down the car window and leaned against it dejectedly. He didn't leave in a hurry until He Songfeng's figure completely disappeared from his sight.
Instead, he got out of the car to smoke. When he looked up, a figure flashed in his peripheral vision.
The light in that window came on, indicating that He Songfeng had returned to Cheng Qiyong.
As he watched, Cheng Yiliao suddenly laughed at himself.
He thought, if Cheng Qiyong's possessiveness had not been too strong and made He Songfeng unhappy, then it would not have been his turn to sleep with He Songfeng.
I also want to thank my brother.
"Are you back?"
Cheng Qiyong was sitting on the sofa smoking. This was his third pack of cigarettes. The finger holding the cigarette was covered with wounds from pinching.
Cheng Qiyong was very strong and did not hold back when pinching himself. He almost pinched himself to a bloody mess and could no longer see the crescent moon.
This time, He Songfeng did not ignore Cheng Qiyong, but stood at a distance of half an arm's length from Cheng Qiyong.
"Um."
He Songfeng nodded, and the next second he took off his pants in front of Cheng Qiyong, unbuttoned two buttons on the collar of his shirt, and took it off directly over his head.
Clothes and pants were piled at his feet. He Songfeng walked out of the pile of clothes, turned around in front of Cheng Qiyong, and let his hands hang naturally at his sides.
He Songfeng was very frank.
Cheng Qiyong wanted to pretend that he didn't care, but his eyes were out of control and he kept glancing around.
After discovering that He Songfeng did not go out to sleep with someone else, Wu Qing's face regained a lot of vitality.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Qiyong gestured for He Songfeng to sit next to him.
He Songfeng sat down obediently and said, "Look at the stars."
"Nothing else?" Cheng Qiyong did not touch He Songfeng, but leaned close to him with his arm against his.
He Songfeng replied calmly: "Hold me and look at the stars."
The two of them sat there, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.
Like an old couple who once loved each other, all they have left is hatred for each other, but for various reasons, they are reluctant to divorce, and they seem distant if they stay together.
Cheng Qiyong sighed lightly, he knew that he had lost this stalemate again.
When He Songfeng realized that he refused to let go, a pair of invisible hands directly pinched his neck.
The relationship between the two people is still unequal, but their positions are swapped.
Cheng Qiyong stood up and took a new set of pajamas. He pinched He Songfeng's limbs and helped him put on the clothes with his own hands.
"Sleep a little longer?"
He Songfeng nodded.
Cheng Qiyong didn't let He Songfeng walk, but picked him up and put him on the bed.
"Is that how he held you?"
Cheng Qiyong hugged He Songfeng from behind because He Songfeng always refused to sleep face to face with him. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was He Songfeng's thin back.
He Songfeng's hand fell on Cheng Qiyong's fingers and gently touched them.
The sudden gesture of goodwill was like the sudden tightening of the dog leash, warning Cheng Qiyong not to continue asking questions.
If you ask any further, I won't even give you a little touch.
“…Go to sleep.”
He Songfeng closed his eyes and the world fell into darkness.
But He Songfeng had not slept for half an hour when his fever recurred and his body temperature was so high that it was hot to the touch.
Cheng Qiyong hurriedly rummaged through the drawers to find the medicine box. The precious young master, who had been served since childhood, was busy taking care of He Songfeng all night long. He even changed the towels he used to wipe the sweat off his body countless times.
The palms of Cheng Qiyong's hands had been rubbed off from wringing water too much, and the skin on them was now blood red.
He Songfeng's alarm clock rang.
"I'm going to school first. I asked for a day off for you. Don't be so stubborn."
Before leaving, Cheng Qiyong took He Songfeng's temperature for the last time. After confirming that the fever had subsided, he let him go back to school.
Less than two minutes after Cheng Qiyong left, He Songfeng touched the edge of the bed and forced himself to sit up.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time. His body suddenly became frighteningly thin due to dehydration, with his bones almost protruding from the skin.
His head felt dizzy and he felt weak all over. Although his fever had subsided, the symptoms of a cold were still tormenting He Songfeng.
Despite this, He Songfeng still put on his school uniform, drank some salt water before going out, and went downstairs towards the teaching building.
However, before they had walked a few hundred meters, He Songfeng quickly found a place to sit down, holding his heart which was beating so wildly that it was almost out of control, and breathing in small breaths.
The world began to spin again. The cold morning wind was like a knife, causing He Songfeng pain all over his body.
But he couldn't skip class. He remembered that the foreign teacher was going to teach a new course today. If he didn't go today, he would worry that he would not be able to keep up with the progress in the future.
He Songfeng sat for a while, waiting for his body to adapt to the pain, and morbidly let the dizziness and tinnitus turn into fatigue from not sleeping well, and the shivering in his bones turn into the coldness from not wearing enough clothes.
He Songfeng stood up again.
"It's just a cold and fever, it's not going to kill you."
He Songfeng clenched his palms into fists, scolded himself for being delicate, and pinched the little crescent moon in his palms with his fingertips.
But the further he walked, the more confused He Songfeng became.
A person who is about to faint is unaware that he or she is about to lose consciousness.
The next second, he fell straight down.
However, he did not fall to the ground, but fell into the arms of a stranger. However, He Songfeng was already shallow in consciousness and did not realize that he was in danger.
"He Songfeng, where are you going?"
"I have to go to class."
He Songfeng answered obediently, his voice much softer than usual, his articulation unclear and full of sticky saliva, like a kindergarten kid reading out words one by one after being called by the teacher.
The other party noticed something was wrong, touched his forehead, and did not try to hide his obscene laughter.
"Having a fever? What a good opportunity! Hahahahahaha——"
He Songfeng had lost the ability to distinguish things. Everything in front of him was dark and he could only realize that he was being dragged by the man in front of him. As for where he was going, he didn't know.
He Songfeng muttered to himself, repeating what he had just said: "I want to go to class... I want to go to class..."
But in fact, he didn't even know he was talking, let alone understand what he was saying.
The man was scolding him, and his words were very naked and dirty.
"You bastard! You're still wandering around outside even though you're unconscious from the burns. Aren't you afraid of being dragged into the restroom and used like a public toilet? Haha, you're lucky you met me. I'll be the only one letting you eat my petals."
"I have to go to class..."
He Songfeng was still mumbling in confusion.
"Go to class? You're about to be fucked."
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The author has something to say: Xiao He has found a third way for himself, looking for Cheng Dayao's government-sponsored study abroad, Zhang Hejing's self-taught study abroad, and eloping [shy][shy]
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