Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

After the ordeal of being pricked by a needle, Azan's heart had changed significantly. If Qiutang stopped pestering him, that would be fine. Otherwise, he would make Qiutang pay a price. Qiutang hadn't yet realized Azan's thoughts and schemes.

After a moment's silence, Qiutang asked, "What are you thinking about?" Azan didn't say anything. Qiutang raised her elbow and placed it on his shoulder. Azan also leaned his head on his arm.

Qiu Tang's body trembled noticeably. He held his breath for a long time without moving. This small movement was even more heart-wrenching than when he hugged Azan before!

Qiutang turned her head and her hot breath touched Azan's ear, making him feel itchy and tingling.

Just as Azan was about to push him away, Qiutang mustered up the courage to whisper, "Azan, have you ever had that?"

"Which one?" Azan replied nonchalantly. "That one, they've all done that." Qiutang's breathing became a little heavier.

Azan was startled and said casually, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Qiutang seemed even more excited. He asked in a sneaky voice, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Azan stood up, brushed the dirt off his butt and said, "I don't want you to teach me."

Qiutang also stood up, then sat down again with a hunched back.

He still didn't give up, "Then I'll put on a show for you, do you want to see it?" As he spoke, his hands rustled.

Seeing this, Azan said hurriedly: "Calm down for a moment, I'll put on a show for you."

Qiutang looked up at him with her mouth open. In the golden sunlight, Azan gracefully performed several spinning jumps with his eyes closed.

Qiutang became more and more excited, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Azan snorted in his heart, since you are so obsessed, don't blame me for trying some tricks to help you cool down.

He glanced at the grass nearby, squatted down, pulled out a thin stalk of grass, and then sat down next to Qiutang.

He gently tore off the skin of the grass stem, revealing the smooth, thin white stalk inside.

Qiutang watched his every move curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.

Azan turned his head and gave him a devilish smile, then passed the straw to his mouth, "Here, hold it in your mouth."

Qiutang didn't understand what was going on, but she still obediently opened her lips slightly and gently held the grass stem with her lips.

Azan smiled and gently pulled the grass stalk left and right with his hands.

Qiutang opened her mouth immediately and said, "Ahh, it's so itchy."

"Be good, continue." Azan put the straw back into his mouth and repeated the previous action.

Qiutang seemed to be enjoying this subtle feeling, letting Azan pull the straw in his mouth like a violin.

After a while, Azan changed his posture and stuffed the straw straight into his mouth and pulled it.

Qiutang chuckled. This time, instead of spitting it out, she closed her eyes and savored it, as if she had fallen in love with the feeling.

After a while, his body trembled slightly, his throat moved, and he swallowed saliva from time to time.

Seeing that the time was right, Azan pulled out the straw, jumped up and said, "It's getting late. I'm going home now. We'll play next time."

Qiutang opened her eyes and was in high spirits, so she didn't want him to leave.

Azan playfully threw the straw onto his shorts, then quickly leaned over and whispered something in his ear before laughing, "Enjoy yourself."

Then he ran away quickly, leaving the bad boy sitting there, unable to stop thinking about it.

The setting sun in the sky cast a layer of crimson on the flowers and plants.

The next day, the school was noisy. Qiutang did not come to class.

I heard students whispering that Qiutang's mother came to the academy in the afternoon to ask for leave from the teacher. A sharp-eared classmate overheard her saying that Qiutang was feeling unwell and had gone to see a doctor. The specific cause of the illness was unknown, but it seemed to be some kind of painful bleeding or something.

Everyone was confused. How could he have problems in that area when he was in such good health at such an age?

Only Azan understood. Qiutang was truly courageous, daring to try anything. It wasn't his fault.

After a few days of quieting down, Qiutang's health returned to normal. When he arrived at the school, everyone laughed and jeered. This scene seemed familiar to Azan.

But for a boy as outspoken as Qiutang, the embarrassment and shame quickly dissipated like the autumn wind. The group of people became one again, working together as one.

After this ordeal, Qiutang seemed to become more lively, frequently coming to hang out with Azan. He hadn't expected this.

During lunch break that day, he grabbed Azan's hand and insisted on taking him to a deserted place to perform a show for him. This obsession left Azan speechless.

Who wouldn't understand his thoughts? Since you want to perform, then I'll provide you with a stage.

Qiutang dragged Azan to a ruined area near the school. This was their little hideout for the mischievous boys. Then, he leaned against the dirt wall, eyes slightly closed, ready to move.

Azan gently held him down and whispered, "This is boring. I'll give you a prop." After that, he took out a cloth belt from his sleeve and tied it around Qiutang's head without saying a word. He wrapped it twice and tied a knot, covering his eyes tightly.

Qiu Tang asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Azan laughed and said, "This way you won't be embarrassed anymore, you can just let yourself go."

Qiutang grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. Although blindfolded, one could sense his surging emotions.

"Okay, please start your performance," Azan said. "Then you can't leave," Qiutang said shyly.

"I'll watch you. Don't speak, or others will notice." "Yeah."

Azan glanced at him, paused for a moment, and then quietly retreated from the ruins, leaving the stage to Qiutang.

He just wanted to slip away quietly and let Qiutang perform a solo show. If someone happened to pass by the ruins and saw the fancy scene, there would be nothing he could do.

However, as soon as he walked out of the ruins, he saw the old teacher leading a group of students, tiptoeing towards this side.

When they met head-on, Azan was stunned and didn't know what to say. The old man made a "hush" gesture to him, then lowered his voice and said:

"A big rat ran into the school and everyone is trying to catch it. Did you see any trace of it?"

Azan shook his head and blended in with them. He slipped away again when no one was paying attention.

After walking a long way, he couldn't help but look back. He was shocked to find that the old teacher and his students were clinging to the entrance of the ruins and the top of the wall, looking inside.

After a while, as if something was over, the old man shouted, "Hey, stop it! You daring lunatic! How dare you openly commit adultery in broad daylight..."

Then I saw the old man leading everyone into the ruins, shouting. I wonder if they caught a big rat.

That day, Qiutang was punished by being made to kneel at the side door of the academy for misbehavior, and he was even told he might be expelled. He was dejected, completely devoid of the enthusiasm and drive he had when he was about to perform.

Onlookers pointed and talked, feeling sorry that such a good child had been ruined by bad habits. There were also some who excitedly described the events of the day in vivid detail, with an expression of gloating and watching the excitement.

Above the academy, the setting sun shone like blood, and a hint of salty smell lingered in the air.