Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

"Well……"

Jian Zhinian groaned at the pain on his neck, his body trembling, but he still did not push Mu Qingyuan away.

The person trapped by him just instinctively grabbed his collar, as if he wanted to find salvation...

At that moment, Mu Qingyuan's defense was broken. He loosened the sharp teeth in his mouth and turned to a gentle kiss, starting with lightly touching the wound and then spreading like a prairie fire.

In front of Jian Zhinian, he is always that impulsive boy.

Even if Jian Zhinian did nothing and just stood there quietly, it was a fatal temptation.

Just like in the staff dormitory, whenever they were alone, he couldn't help wanting to kiss him, to stain this person with a strange color, to open his claws and press him under him and ravage him.

Just like the love letter he wrote to him.

Unrestrained and passionate, revealing one's inner heart without any concealment.

The respectful titles of teacher and student were lost and replaced by an intimate name - Zhizhi.

He just wanted to be an intimate lover with him.

He wrote:

I want to take off all your clothes, kiss your whole body, pull you down from the holy altar, and lead you to a spiritual and physical fall...

Whether it is Mu Xingchen or Mu Qingyuan.

The original intention of Jian Zhinian.

It has never changed!

He wanted to pluck the high mountain flower on the cliff, peel off the layers of delicate petals, and plunder the most beautiful heart.

That noble flower that only feeds on wind and drinks dew.

He wanted to hold him in his hands, in his heart, and make him his only one.

He can only watch and play with it.

Just like now, reveal the most vulnerable part to him, trust him, and love him.

He would do anything to preserve this beauty.

Be it a whipping or a threat.

He must stay by my side.

At some point, the clothes fell to the ground and a familiar body came into view. The fair skin on the navy blue sheets was a feast that belonged to him alone.

Mu Qingyuan leaned forward, his soft lips sliding across every inch of the territory he had longed for, causing a slight tremor every time he passed through it.

He admitted the false accusation he had just made.

He had always known about his false accusation.

This person's eyes and body are both clean and free from dust.

"Zhizhi..."

When he was moved, Mu Qingyuan unconsciously called out the whisper in his heart.

Jian Zhinian's whole body was trembling, as if he was having an illusion. He could no longer hold back the tears from the corners of his eyes and hugged the person back affectionately.

"Xingchen, call me again... call me again, please..."

The only response was the sound of bells ringing in my ears, crisp, shameful, yet heart-stirring.

I don’t know when it will stop, maybe at the first ray of dawn, or maybe later.

On this day, Jian Zhinian traveled to many places and was expelled late at night...

Mu Qingyuan wasn’t much better off, a day of bumpy ride and a light sleep that was disturbed late at night…

Perhaps it was destined by God that they all chose to return to this common belonging and to enjoy a hearty feast of the most primitive desires in the world...

When everything returned to peace, the warmth of the room and the dark blue quilt covered the two people's embraced and entangled bodies without any obstruction...

The completely blackout curtains blocked out the alternation of day and night outside the window, and the warm air blurred the change of spring and autumn. When Jian Zhinian woke up, his eyelids felt heavy and there was something heavy pressing on his waist and abdomen.

He shifted his body, his face paled a little, and he gritted his teeth to hold back a groan of pain.

He looked up and saw that he was completely wrapped up by Mu Qingyuan's tall body, and his eyes saw his solid chest. His face alternated between red and white for a moment, and finally turned completely red.

Last night... should be early this morning...

How did they end up... in bed, and it got out of control...

Jian Zhinian secretly let out a sigh of relief. The scene in front of him was really unbearable to watch.

I really want to cover my eyes.

In fact, Jian Zhinian did the same.

The smooth forearms covered the eyes, out of sight, out of mind...

Mu Qingyuan was awakened by the small movements in his arms. He moved his arms, feeling numb and stiff. The person in his arms seemed to sense that he had woken up and moved.

How could he let people have their way?

He rolled over and half pressed on the man, easily subduing him.

Jian Zhinian hurriedly lowered his arm, and met a pair of deep and bottomless eyes. His face flushed, and he stammered, "Get up, get up..."

"Don't move!"

Mu Qingyuan's voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes revealed the dangerous look of a man who had just woken up.

As if sensing something, Jian Zhinian's body stiffened slightly. As a man, he certainly understood what that meant. He did not move, and a thin layer of sweat almost broke out on his forehead.

Fortunately, Mu Qingyuan gradually calmed down, and the flat white bed felt more restless.

Just when Jian Zhinian didn't know what to do, Mu Qingyuan let go of Jian Zhinian and said, "Go take a shower first..."

Jian Zhinian wanted to agree, but as soon as he moved, he realized that his situation was too embarrassing and awkward. He hadn't even found his pajamas last night. If he went out like this...

"How about you go wash first?"

Mu Qingyuan frowned, looking sticky, and glanced at Jian Zhinian.

"shy?"

"No, no..."

"Then don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't go?"

Jian Zhinian: …

The two of them went to sleep like that last night... Of course he felt bad, but...

Mu Qingyuan laughed coldly, grabbed Jian Zhinian's arm and dragged him off the bed.

"Let's not go ahead, let's wash together, so that no one will be delayed!"

"Don't, don't, don't..."

Jian Zhinian lowered his head and closed his eyes as he struggled.

The more he did this, the more amusing Mu Qingyuan found it. He carried him directly into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the whole room used a zero cold water system, and warm water instantly sprinkled down.

Jian Zhinian was drenched and screamed in surprise.

"If you keep yelling and moving around, I don't mind taking a longer time to wash you!"

Mu Qingyuan's voice was full of threats.

Jian Zhinian had no choice but to submit and try his best to cooperate... in order to shorten the time.

Fortunately, Mu Qingyuan had some conscience and didn't bother him anymore. Jian Zhinian finished his shower first and was about to come out wrapped in a bath towel. He turned around and wanted to ask Mu Qingyuan if he wanted pajamas...

Unexpectedly, a dark red and purple scar running across the entire back caught Jian Zhinian's eyes, and his pupils suddenly shrank.