dramatic death

The blush on An Qi's face receded at a speed visible to the naked eye. He twitched his eyelashes twice, and his dazed expression looked a bit aggrieved. He opened and closed his lips and teeth for a long time before turning his head to face Yintong with a frown. s eyes.

"Tong Tong."

"I'm not angry," Yin Tong interrupted him, "I'm just a little wronged, there should be other ways to continue the game, and there should be other ways to pass the level. But you have been tempting me, telling me that only this There is only one way to go, and only this copy can be chosen.”

"I'm just a little wronged. I'm dissatisfied, anxious, and fearful. I know that each of you has your own purpose, and I believe you won't harm me." It’s all like this. According to those old men, human beings are born with the desire to dominate, and I may just feel uneasy because I don’t know where to go.”

His hand slid down, over An Qi's shirt, and touched his left breast pocket.

"After all, I'm not a pet, and I can't be kept in your pocket."

An Qi didn't speak.

His expression looked as if he wanted to say something, his brows were tightly furrowed, his smoky gray eyes were at a loss, and his eyelashes fluttered like a pair of wet cicada wings.He lay on his back on the bed, raised the hand by his side and then lowered it back, staring intently at Yin Tong's eyes, and after a long while, he murmured: "Tong Tong, you will remember."

I can't tell, so you'll have to figure it out yourself.

Yin Tong smiled: "I thought you would apologize again, and every mouthful of 'I'm sorry' made me want to hit you on the ground."

An Qi shook his head, smiled softly, didn't explain why he changed his words, tugged at Yin Tong's sleeve, and asked softly: "Can you..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Tong snatched his tail halfway.The cohabitant sitting on his waist moved back half an inch uncomfortably, pressed his lower abdomen with the palm of his waist, and frowned to put on a timid expression.

But his eyes were bright, as bright as the lights of thousands of houses at midnight.An Qi heard him say with a sly smile: "I'm still very angry, I don't want to listen to you unless you kiss me."

He reached out and tapped his lips, restless under his palms, and tugged on the buttons of An Qi's shirt one after another, like a kitten who couldn't calm down for a moment.

An Qi's face was flushed by his fuss, and he closed his eyes and propped up his upper body to give a sudden kiss. As a result, the greedy hunter turned his face away, won a kiss on the cheek for nothing, and muttered with a playful smile: "The position is off."

Yin Tong nodded his lips, as if saying "it should be here".Little An, who was blackmailed, was like a young lady who had just entered the bandit village. She was teased so that her cheeks were flushed and her earlobes were hot.

"Obviously you're the one messing with me."

He drooped his eyelashes, and showed a bit of grievance on his face. His panting tone was full of lingering nostalgia, and he turned his face away sullenly, deliberately ignoring the vicious perpetrator in front of him.

Yin Tong got annoyed at the sight, and then eagerly approached him to make a laugh.He didn't speak, just leaned in front of An Qi and blinked, a pair of flickering eyelashes were reflected in An Qi's smoky eyes, as soft as two small fans made of fluff.

He knew that if he leaned forward for a few seconds, An Qi would be unable to bear to look away, and if he smiled again, his little boy would lose his helmet and armor and be defeated.He played this trick with ease, as if he had tried it countless times before, and when An Qi got really angry when he saw it, it would not be too late to send a wet and soft kiss to the other party's lower lip.

Yintong squinted his eyes and calculated, biting the soft lips of his cohabitant, repeatedly teasing and serving him with the tip of his tongue, as if he was tasting some fragile cream.But he kept moving his lips, and his subordinates were busy working restlessly, touching from the butterfly bone to the waistline, and then from the waistline to the placket, with a chuckle in his throat, muttering vaguely.

"Good morning."

An Qi was blushed by him, and his wet and hot palms slid from his rouge to his lower back, then moved a few inches downstream, and directly hugged the perpetrator in his arms and rolled onto the bed.

Immediately turned upside down, the bandit leader who was still grinning just now stopped laughing immediately. He was forced to accept the unscrupulous plunder of his cohabitants with his mouth open. There were out-of-tune whimpers, as wronged as a little animal that had been bullied.

He could feel the hot palms on his lower back, his poor lover was like a victim of a three-day sojourn in the desert, leaning over to squeeze him into his chest.

His mind was blank, all the heat was concentrated on the place where his waist and abdomen were attached, his hands that had nowhere to rest trembled and tightly clenched the bedding under him, and he didn't even realize that his legs were trembling.

He could hear the rapid breathing in his ears, and he could see his lover's misty eyes from his misty vision, and then suddenly the temperature was all gone, and something fell from the sky, firmly covering him in the darkness.

???

Yin Tong opened his eyes and tried to lift the quilt covering his head, but the protruding hand was suddenly grabbed, squeezed hard, and stuffed into the quilt again.

"Do not talk."

An Qi's voice was still panting, and it sounded a little lower than usual, as if it was still mixed with heat that could not be dispelled.

"Don't talk," he let out a long breath, pressed the back of Yintong's hand through the quilt, and leaned over to his forehead again, and kissed him lightly on the position of his lips as if lingering.

Yin Tong huddled in the dark quilt and blinked blankly, first calmed down his unbearable breathing, and was about to lift the quilt to find out, when he heard a crisp sound of closing the door from the entrance.

Then there was a moment of silence in the toilet, and the lock tongue made a crisp "click" sound after a long battle between heaven and man.

An Qi never locks the door in the dormitory, even if she takes a shower on weekdays, she just closes it gently.It was the first time Yintong heard such earth-shattering movement, and immediately he collapsed on the bed clutching his stomach and laughing.

There is no soundproofing in the dormitory, and the sound of water pattering in the bathroom can be clearly heard by holding a door. Yin Tong lifted the quilt and lay on the bed to take a breath, and shouted: "It's uncomfortable to hug after taking a cold shower", I heard a crackling sound inside, as if something was knocked off the sink again.

He lay on his back on the bed, looked at the ceiling and laughed silently for a while, closed his eyes and touched his still wet lips, and then put the back of his hand against his hot face, and let out a long breath.

No no no, almost made a mistake.

The time is wrong and the place is wrong. This kind of occasion is not even suitable for cultivating feelings, let alone spending a good night together.Yin Tong smiled sullenly and reached out to find the diary under An Qi's pillow. When he turned over, he was shuddered by the friction. Trembling with emotion, he held up the diary and flipped it up.

Fortunately, the one who didn't live up to expectations was still in the bathroom, and probably no one would stop him from understanding the inner world of his little boyfriend for a while.Yintong scanned through the pages he had read at first glance, turned to [November 11]—that is, today's diary, and read it carefully.

……

[December 11, sunny]

There's a new transfer student in the class.

Maybe this sentence shouldn't be written at this time, after all, the person with the same name as her sat in our class as early as a week ago.But there seems to be nothing wrong with writing this sentence at this time, because according to my visual memory, she should have been thrown into the flower bed downstairs yesterday evening.

The verb "throw" may not be accurate, and it may be more appropriate to replace it with "bump" or "push", but no matter what the word is, it can't change the fact that she should be dead.

Just like Tan Xiao, the new transfer student should already be dead.

The cause of her death came from a dispute among her classmates. A few bastards who had no strength gathered together to talk about the mountains, forcing the cowardly little one to show his masculinity, claiming that "if he pushes the new transfer student off the roof , just admit that he is also a man with handles."

They planned to invite the transfer students to the rooftop in the evening and tell the little one that "it only takes a little push to become famous".When I heard about this, the transfer student was already lying in the flower bed, and the first witness, Han Zhaoyuan, was sitting on the edge of the flower bed with a lollipop in his mouth, looking up at me boredly.

"I thought they would find something new to play." He took the lollipop out of his mouth, licked it with his tongue, and stuffed it back on the coating of his tongue irritably. "It makes sense, and the corpse is fresh enough."

"I heard that those brats have no brains at all, they simply ask people out, simply knock them down, and simply throw people into this virtue."

"It stands to reason that this girl should hide for a while, but in the end she was probably also stunned, and was knocked down just like that."

Han Zhaoyuan stretched out his finger: "It has become what it is now."

I looked down at the corpse behind him—the transfer student was lying on his head in the middle of the flower bed, his limbs were probably knocked by the cement bed during the fall, squeezed and twisted into a strange shape.

There was a big hole in her head, and blood and other sticky things were pouring out of her skull that was broken into biscuit crumbs.The bright red sunset outlined the withered grass clippings in the flower beds. I looked down for a while, then turned my eyes back to look in the direction of the dormitory building.

"Don't watch it?" Han Zhaoyuan asked, "Why are you leaving so late today, where is little friend Yin Tongtong?"

I didn't look at him, and walked straight towards the dormitory building with my book in hand.Han Zhaoyuan called me from behind and asked, "What did you say in the meeting the day before yesterday, why didn't anyone tell me today?"

Surely no one will tell you, it's all over, the main content of the meeting is already lying next to you, what else is there to talk about?

But I didn't expect that all this was not over at all. To be precise, the death of the transfer student was the beginning of everything.

Because this morning, I saw her standing in the classroom again.

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