Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

"Really...really, there's no need to bother!" Lin Qinghuan wanted to stop them, but the three of them were already immersed in figuring out how to send a message to He Yanlang, and no one listened to her at all.

Lin Qinghuan sighed, then sat on the chair and stared at the three people in a daze.

She never thought that He Yanlang would reply to Yan Xia and the others' messages. After all, he was busy like a dog all day long.

Suddenly, Yan Xia and the other two were so excited that they couldn't speak clearly.

"Video call..."

Lin Qinghuan frowned.

Jian Yan said, "Answer it...Hurry up and answer it...School Prince!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, let's think about it, hairstyle...hairstyle..." So the three of them began to adjust their clothes, tidy up their hair, and then took a deep breath and answered the phone, with uncontrollable excitement in their tone.

"School grass?"

He Yanlang just looked at the three girls' heads. He said "hmm" lightly and asked casually, "Where's that girl?"

He wanted to see Lin Qinghuan.

The three of them finally reacted and took out their phones to call Lin Qinghuan, "Qinghuan, Qinghuan, someone has made the decision for you!"

Lin Qinghuan was stunned and wanted to refuse.

But the looks from the three people opposite her were too eager, and she was too embarrassed to refuse, so she took the phone reluctantly.

She really wanted to thank He Yanlang for seeking redress for her.

We just met last night, but now we have to pretend that it is the first time we are communicating with each other.

He Yanlang still had a cigarette in his hand. He took a puff and looked at Lin Qinghuan in the camera. "Can you come out so I can find out what's going on?"

"It's not convenient!" Lin Qinghuan refused coldly.

Yan Xia slapped Lin Qinghuan on the head. Without thinking too much, she just thought that Lin Qinghuan had low emotional intelligence and whispered, "Speak properly!"

Lin Qinghuan added helplessly, "It's almost time for the dormitory to turn off the lights. It's inconvenient!"

"Really?" The other end replied lazily.

Jian Yan also patted Lin Qinghuan on the head, and the three of them used their mouths to signal her to say "convenience".

Wen Yijing whispered, "Huanhuan, he is willing to make the decision for you today, but he might forget about it tomorrow, so don't miss it."

Yan Xia and Wen Yijing nodded quickly, agreeing and showing their approval.

Lin Qinghuan was silent.

The cold voice from the phone reached everyone's ears again, "Forget it then!"

As soon as He Yanlang said this, Jian Yan and the others snatched the phone away.

"School Prince, it's convenient, it's convenient..." Everyone smiled humbly and politely at the person opposite them, fearing that they would miss the opportunity to seek justice for Lin Qinghuan, "It's convenient, it's convenient..."

The person opposite had already stood up, picked up the coat on the sofa, and said nonchalantly, "Ten minutes, let her come down, I'll wait for her downstairs!"

Then the call was hung up.

The three of them felt like they were dreaming, replaying the scene that had just happened.

"School Prince...did he agree?" Wen Yijing asked.

"He...he seemed to be at home just now?" Yan Xia tried hard to recall the scene she saw. "He seemed to have just taken his coat and was about to go out. Did he come to school specifically?"

Then everyone looked at Lin Qinghuan, with great surprise and excitement, and said in unison, "Fuck, Lin Qinghuan, He Yanlang came to school just for you? There's hope, there's hope..."

Lin Qinghuan forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

She had just escaped from He Yanlang, but was sent out again by the people in the dormitory.

She really wanted to cry but had no tears.

"My dears, this matter has already..." Lin Qinghuan was about to interrupt.

Yan Xia held her face and looked at it carefully, interrupting her, "The redness and swelling on her face have subsided a lot. Yanyan, use lipstick to put some lipstick on Huanhuan to make her look more pitiful and arouse men's desire to protect her."

Wen Yijing also said, "Huanhuan, when you see He Yanlang, describe yourself as miserable as possible. The more miserable the better. Boys will always feel sorry for pretty girls."

"I...really don't need it..." Lin Qinghuan wanted to say something else.

"Huanhuan, I feel that He Yanyu has a bad personality and may have a strong desire for revenge. You must ask He Yanlang to give an explanation." Wen Yijing saw her hesitation and comforted her.

"But I..." Lin Qinghuan was about to cry.

Yan Xia was already using tools to paint on her face. After a few minutes, a fake one was violently installed, and everyone nodded in satisfaction.

"It's terrible!" Yan Xia said.

"It's really miserable!" Jian Yan continued to add.

Wen Yijing rolled her eyes, "Illiterate people, I feel pity for them!"

Jian Yan and Yan Xia suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, yes, it's because I feel pity for her, not because she's miserable. No one would feel bad seeing her."

Lin Qinghuan let out a long sigh.

On Yan Xia's phone, He Yanlang sent a text message, "Arrived!"

A group of people in the dormitory dragged Lin Qinghuan downstairs.

It’s almost curfew time and there are not many people downstairs in the girls’ dormitory.

Lin Qinghuan frowned and put on the hood of his sweatshirt. There was only one car parked at the door, and it was undoubtedly He Yanlang's.

The car became much more low-key and finally did not cause a sensation.

He Yanlang rolled down the car window and his eyes fell precisely on Lin Qinghuan, "Get in!"

Lin Qinghuan was stunned.

Jian Yan and Yan Xia pushed her down the stairs, muttering quietly, "Go!"

Lin Qinghuan pulled the hood of his sweatshirt even lower and walked straight towards the car.

"Huanhuan, remember what we told you!" Wen Yijing admonished like an old mother.

Lin Qinghuan opened the back door and got in the car.

Yan Xia and Jian Yan held their foreheads and said, "Huan Huan thinks I'm the driver? Sit in the back!"

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, He Yanlang actually drove away in public.

"The car...drove away?" Wen Yijing stared at the other two.

"Drive...drive away..." Yan Xia opened her mouth in shock and stared at Jian Yan.

"Take Huanhuan to see He Yanyu in person?" Jian Yan was also puzzled, "Why don't you send a message to ask the school hunk?"

They imagined that the two of them would talk things out in the car. Who knew that He Yanlang would drive Lin Qinghuan away directly.

"Yeah...yes, yes, yes..." Yan Xia then remembered that she also had He Yanlang's WeChat.

He Yanlang replied quickly and briefly.

【School Prince: Yes.】

He Yanlang looked at Lin Qinghuan through the rearview mirror. The hood of her sweatshirt covered most of her face. She was sitting quietly and obediently in the back seat.

No resistance and no cursing.

The car drove into the underground parking garage in less than a few minutes.

He turned off the engine and got out of the car, pulling the back door, "Get out."

Lin Qinghuan was startled, raised his eyes and looked, and found that they had arrived at the garage.

She sat still.

He Yanlang said impatiently, "You want me to fuck you here, right?"

She cast her cold gaze towards He Yanlang again.

He Yanlang felt so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe when he saw it, "One, two..."

Lin Qinghuan got out of the car.

Lin Qinghuan's pale and ugly face was reflected in the elevator car. He Yanlang stood behind her, looking at her with reluctance on her face.

Why the hell do you want to go out with him unwillingly?

"Lin Qinghuan, I gave you a chance, but you chose to be fucked by me rather than disappoint your roommate's kindness."

What a fucking idiot.

Put yourself in a difficult position to make others happy.

Is it so hard to say no to someone?

"Don't tell me you don't know what the consequences of coming out with me are, or do you actually hope something will happen between me and me?" As soon as he said this, Lin Qinghuan's lips, which she had bitten tightly, finally couldn't be held back anymore, and tears began to flow down in big drops.

Silent, forbearing, and grinding...

The elevator opened, and He Yanlang took Lin Qinghuan's hand and walked out, "Why are you crying? Save your strength to cry slowly later."

He unlocked the door impatiently, and after entering, the door slammed shut. He pulled down Lin Qinghuan's hoodie, raised the face that was painted to look pitiful, which was really pitiful at the moment, and approached and cursed, "Stupid thing!"

She was forced to kiss.

He is addicted.

Ended with a kiss.

"If you look at me like that again, I'll keep you bedridden for three days?" he threatened viciously.

Lin Qinghuan did not restrain her gaze.

She remained silent, looking at him as if he were a clown.

Silence is the most deadly thing.

Especially the silence of a loved one.

He raised his hand to untie the custom watch on his wrist and casually threw it on the storage cabinet in the entrance hall.

The baseball jacket was taken off.

Lin Qinghuan's hateful look still remained.

He Yanlang felt annoyed.

All the indescribable emotions were brought out by Lin Qinghuan at this moment.

All the upbringing and reserve in his bones were driven away by her, "You owe me, don't you?"