The green camphor tree has a deep view

Although F University has a rigorous and solemn school spirit, it is located in a prosperous river city and is more or less tainted by the decadence and debauchery.

When Wen Qing first entered school, she was shocked by the way some of her classmates dressed and behaved. Not only did they spend money like water, but they also dressed quite fashionably.

In the north city, if a young person wears a pair of ripped jeans, it will cause a lot of discussion, but here, as long as you don’t have any special fetishes, no one will care even if you dress like an alien.

The same freedom as the freedom of dressing is the freedom of emotional relationships.

At the beginning of the school year, the students were not familiar with each other. After a month of military training, several couples quickly emerged in the class, and their feelings heated up quickly. Some of them took advantage of the National Day holiday to travel together, and some rented a house near the school to live together before the winter vacation.

All this shocked Wen Qing, who came from a small place, and made her realize how different she was from her classmates.

But she doesn't want to change herself. She thinks a person's mentality should be adapted to their situation. For example, if she comes from an average family, she should study hard, find a good job after graduation, and make money and be independent early. Those seemingly romantic love games may be interesting, but she can't afford to play them.

So, even though many boys confessed their love to her, she politely declined their pursuit and lived a life even simpler than the cold dishes in the cafeteria.

Until I met Song Jingshen.

She nestled in his arms and sighed softly.

Compared to other girls of the same age, she really didn't understand men. Her father passed away early, and she had no male relatives around her. Although many boys had confessed their love to her since she was a child, she had never formally met any of them.

When facing strange men, she always kept her distance for no reason, but Song Jingshen never gave her the chance to stay away.

As soon as they met, he looked her over and over again. His gaze made her feel uneasy, annoyed, and even a little bit of fear that she herself didn't even realize.

He hugged and touched her without any scruples. Not long after they met, he forced her into his car and kissed her in it.

When she was truly frightened, he showed great tenderness and tolerance, allowing her to lose herself in the world of senses and making her feel that she was hopelessly degenerating.

She hated herself for being like this and dreamed of escaping from him, so she focused her attention on Gu Huaiyuan.

Perhaps because her father passed away early, Wen Qing has always had a soft spot for older, steady men. Her homeroom teacher in junior high school was such a middle-aged man, and so was Gu Huaiyuan.

When she first arrived at F University, she was still ignorant of everything in the new environment, but Gu Huaiyuan extended an olive branch to her and selected her from a group of freshmen to join his experimental team.

Since entering the laboratory, Wen Qing got to know the doctors and masters under Gu Huaiyuan, and soon had a closer circle of teachers and students than that of ordinary freshmen.

In addition to her studies, Gu Huaiyuan also took care of her in every aspect of her life, helping her contact a free independent study room and even protecting her as a tutor in the study room.

Now that she thought about it, Gu Huaiyuan's care was most likely due to Zhou Wen's sake, but Wen Qing was still very grateful to him. This gratitude also made her develop a special feeling for Professor Gu.

However, this feeling was completely destroyed by Song Jingshen!

He used Gu Huaiyuan's reputation to threaten her and asked her to follow him, otherwise he would use the secretly taken photos to spread rumors that Professor Gu abused his power for personal gain and had a teacher-student relationship.

And she was the tool he used to frame Gu Huaiyuan.

Wen Qing chuckled to herself, but she felt the arm holding her suddenly tighten. A low voice asked from above her head: "What are you laughing at?"

"What am I in your eyes?" She slowly opened her eyes. The light in the elevator was dazzling. She squinted her eyes, looking like a cat.

"What do you think it is?" Song Jingshen looked at her, his eyes as gloomy as thick fog that could not be dispelled.

"I remember there was a restaurant at the school gate with a sign saying 'One fish, two ways to cook, one fish, three ways to cook'. I should be that fish." Wen Qing's expression was indifferent. From her tone, it seemed like she was talking about someone else, but there was a sad smile in her eyes.

"Then do you think you have done your best to cook this fish?" Song Jingshen said in a low voice, a little hoarse, "I, the one who placed the order for the fish, haven't even tasted it."

He reached out his hand and caressed her body, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled and said, "But your metaphor is quite accurate. It's soft and smooth, just like a fish, a mermaid."

Wen Qing's face turned red all the way to her neck. Seeing him acting recklessly, she simply buried her head in his arms and stopped looking at him.

Song Jingshen smiled indifferently, but was reluctant to let go of her hand. He waited for the elevator door to open and strode towards the apartment door.

The fingerprint lock made a "beep" sound, and the door opened. Song Jingshen hooked the door with his back foot, without changing his shoes, and walked into the house holding the mermaid.

Wen Qing vaguely felt that she was heading towards his bedroom, and hurriedly struggled to get off the ground: "I... didn't take a shower."

"Let's take a shower together later." Song Jingshen looked at her and said, "I don't have mysophobia."

Walking into the bedroom, he just put the woman in his arms on the bed, and then he saw the woman struggling to jump up like a fish that had been hooked, trying to run away.

He grabbed her back and threw her heavily onto the bed, then pinned her down so that she couldn't move.

"Why are you running!" He said in a sinister tone, no longer in his previous good temper, "One fish, several meals. That's what you said."

He lifted her hands above her head, held them down with one hand, and slowly stroked her with the other, while he freed her from the restraints on her body.

Wen Qing trembled in despair, feeling the roaming hand on her body was burning hot, causing shivers on her thin skin.

She couldn't help but hum softly, hoping that this torture would end soon.

"Please... hurry up." She looked at him eagerly and begged softly.

Song Jingshen sneered: "Who are you looking down on? You want me to have sex the first time?" He insisted on teasing her slowly, and seeing her confused eyes and immature reaction, he became more and more excited.

"Get up soon, or you'll be in trouble." He suppressed his breath and watched her gradually reveal herself in front of him. For the first time, he felt that the navy blue bedding on the bed was so eye-catching.

"Turn off the light." Wen Qing begged with her eyes closed, and reached out her hand tremblingly to the night light on the bedside table.

The lamp was designed with cold lines, but the light was warm, making her look like an oil painting.

The light dyed her arms a honey color, which gradually faded as she moved up her arms, like a layer of gauze covering her skin.

Song Jingshen held her hand and said with a smile, "We've only just started, and you can't stand it anymore?"

He grasped her hand and pressed it back on her head, then leaned over to look down at her. His eyes were unbridled and seemed to have flames blazing in them.

"Just now I said one fish can be eaten in many ways. How do you want me to eat it?"

Wen Qing's face flushed red, her eyes were tightly closed, her heart was pounding out of control, and she was overwhelmed by waves of shame. She felt like she had no face to see anyone again.

However, the real shame is not being ashamed to see others, but being ashamed to be alone. How can she forget all this and have a peaceful and quiet mind?

I'm afraid I can never go back.

Thinking of this, two lines of tears rolled out of the corners of Wen Qing's tightly closed eyes, but the tears were short-lived, and as soon as they flowed down her cheeks, they seeped into the soft and fluffy pillow and disappeared in an instant.