MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 852 Sports students vs dance students 84

   Chapter 852 Sports Students vs Dance Students 84

he's drunk. No wonder.

   Qi'an came up with the original idea. I don't know if he will regret it when he sobers up. He said it so terribly at the beginning, so he probably doesn't want to see her again.

   "Didn't run away." Qi An broke away from his hand, with a stubborn voice, refused to admit it, wanted to leave, but was dragged back by the latter, almost into his arms.

Pei Xuyan pressed her against the wall of the corridor, blocking all the light, and looked down at her condescendingly. With the other free hand, he extinguished the cigarette, which slowly extinguished, and the ashes seemed to be burning on her heart. He said without end: "I saw it."

  The voice was so close that it was unavoidable, and there was even a bit of danger.

   "What did you see?" Qi An slammed his back against the wall, slightly panicked in pain, and couldn't help asking.

  He didn't answer, but there was a slight mocking smile in his eyes.

   Qi'an was stunned for two seconds, and he understood in his eyes that the familiar disdain was referring to Mu Hongyang's confession to her just now.

  When did he see it, why didn't she know?

  The corridor is spacious and deserted, the overhead lights are complex and cast shadows, someone may pass by at any time, and the man blocks her in the corner.

  Viewed from the back, the girl's slender figure is completely blocked by her tall and wide body, as if her prey is cornered, only a small corner of her skirt is slightly rippling by the wind, showing the color of the moonlight outside the window.

  He seems to have the moon for himself.

  Private goods.

  The silhouettes of the two were indistinct, and the snowy color of the cold night complemented each other.

  Qi'an's head was full of problems, and he backed away, but unfortunately, his back was against the wall, and he was in front of him, so he didn't feel safe at all, he said funny.

   "You don't think I rejected him because of you, do you? Pei Xuyan, not everyone will always like you, okay—"

   "I haven't said anything yet."

  Pei Xuyan looked at her with lowered eyebrows and contours, looking at her in a neither salty nor insipid manner, a little serious, a little teasing: "Why are you so naive?"

  Maybe it cannot be interpreted as teasing, but ridicule.

   "Yes, I'm naive! I'm so deceitful! Is it okay?" Qi An was suddenly annoyed and pushed him, "Don't look for me when you're drunk!"

   "Not much."

   "Is a dozen cups too small? When you open it, the smell of wine is choking."

  The man bent down, his back arched naturally, his head rested on her shoulder, his hair was a little tied, and he said, "Okay, help me to the lounge."

  Qi'an was itched by him, and she shivered, the voice almost whispered in her ear, and the heat of his breath, numb, a little bit wandering, untenable.

  The weight of almost 1.87 meters was on her shoulders.

  If it wasn't for leaning against the wall, Qi An would have been crushed to the ground by him, out of breath: "Your leg is broken?!"

   "Didn't you say that I was drunk and couldn't walk?"

  In this life, Qi An has never seen such a shameless person.

  She blushed with anger, and heard him snort: "Don't be so stingy, junior, at least I helped you too."

   "I didn't let you help me."

   "Do you have a conscience?"

   "Eat by a dog!" Qi An angrily choked on him.

  Finally, while cursing in her heart, Qi An struggled to help Pei Xuyan walk towards the lounge.

  He was calm, and fell on Qi An directly, walking lazily, and suddenly said: "You scold me."

   "I don't." Qi An avoided the heat of his words, and when he moved, his ears brushed against his lips inadvertently, and his whole body was a little stiff.

"I can hear it." He just opened his mouth at that time, his breathing was a little wet, and his slender fingers pressed down on the position of her heart, resisting the beating sound, and tapped twice, with an unusually low voice: "In scold me here."

  Qi An felt that she was really crazy, otherwise, how could she have a feeling that her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest.

  He really didn't use any force at all, Qi An was about to fall down with him when he was pressed several times, and walked out of the posture of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​flames for a short distance.

  Finally found a lounge. She heaved a sigh of relief and pushed open the door, feeling a sense of relief that wept with joy.

  Pei Xuyan let go of her and fell onto the sofa.

  Long legs directly occupied the entire sofa, arms curled up to cover half of his face, his brows were slightly frowned, maybe he really drank a little too much, his stomach was overwhelmed by the fall, and he didn't feel very well.

   "Hangover medicine." He closed his eyes and spit out three words.

  The lounge was not lit, it was quite dark, only the clear snow outside the window could barely see the undulating outline on the sofa.

  Qi'an was sorting out the messy folds of his dress that he had pressed, and lifted up the slipped shoulder straps. The snow-white skin on the shoulders was a little reddened and a little painful by him.

   I was about to run away. Hearing this, I couldn’t believe it: "Are you talking to me?!"

   "Nonsense." He shouted impatiently, "Is there a third person?"

Qi An groaned, his lungs exploding: "Master, what is the relationship between us? I have done my best to bring you to the lounge! You are still so difficult to serve, why should I get you sober medicine? Why don't you stay cool? go you!"

   After finishing speaking, Qi An angrily turned and left, and heard a nice voice behind him again.

   "Hangover drug."

   "..."

  At that moment, Qi An greeted Pei Xuyan with the most cordial language.

   Qi An went back to sit down, and everyone continued the party. She stayed there for two minutes, fidgeting, as if ten thousand ants were crawling all over her body, and finally got up, and asked the waiter for sober medicine.

  She swore that just this once, she would never care about Pei Xuyan again in her life!

   Qi'an got hot water, boiled the medicine and went back to the lounge.

  The light hadn't been turned on yet, and it was pitch black. He fell asleep on the sofa, breathing deeply.

   Qi'an was stunned for a while, then walked up to him gently, observing him.

  The way he fell asleep has a magical power that makes all women's hearts soften.

Those long legs had no place to rest, and they fell out a little aggrieved on the sofa. The windbreaker was opened to reveal the black shirt inside, two buttons were unbuttoned, and there were some messy folds. The firm and masculine body was hidden under the clothes. , With the ups and downs of breathing, it is daydream.

  Although she was asleep, her face looked a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

   Qi'an stretched out her fingers, unconsciously gently smoothing the man's frowning brows.

   Sighed, patted him on the shoulder: "Get up and drink the medicine."

  He fell into a deep sleep and didn't move.

  Qi'an is very clear that waking Pei Xuyan up is such a difficult task, at least he has experienced it when he slept until dark in every class he took with her.

   And he still has the energy to wake up.

  Qi An didn't get used to him this time, pushed his shoulder, and shouted: "Pei Xuyan!"

  The wrist was caught off guard, and then the whole person was pulled hard——

   Qi An staggered and threw himself on him, his lips slammed on his chin, almost at a negative distance, breathing close at hand, the medicine in his hand was not stable, fell and spilled, making a harsh bang sound.

   But no one cares about that bowl of medicine.

  Pei Xuyan looked at her with her eyes open, her breathing was drunk and lethargic.

  Those eyes, hazy from waking up, reflected her brows and eyes, so addicted that they could seduce people.

  (end of this chapter)