Hold your waist, lower your head and look back hard.

Just when his neck was about to break, a burst of footsteps came from outside.

Jing Ci looked over subconsciously.

The handsome boy wearing the same school uniform as him is walking lazily this way.

His black hair was messy, and his forehead and temples were slightly damp. As he moved, beads of sweat rolled along his contours to his sharp jawline, and finally crossed his raised Adam's apple and disappeared into his collar.

There was an unlit cigarette hanging on his pale thin lips. His narrow eyes were slightly lowered, focusing on the cigarette. He opened the lighter with his right hand and was about to light it. Suddenly, as if he felt something, he quickly turned in the direction of Jing Ci.

Look over here.

The bathroom was damp and dark, with poor lighting. The boy squinted his eyes before he could see Jing Ci's appearance clearly.

"Jing Ci?"

Jing Ci was stunned, someone he knew?

He nodded calmly.

When the boy saw this, he laughed. He stretched out his hand to take off the cigarette and walked step by step in front of Jing Ci.

He was half a head taller than Jing Ci, almost hugging Jing Ci's figure. When those narrow black eyes stared at people, they gave people a sense of oppression for no reason, and Jing Ci unconsciously moved toward him.

He took half a step back.

"Are you blocking me again?" the boy asked with a careless smile on his face and raised his eyebrows.

He looked Jing Ci up and down, then his eyes fell on his lifted clothes and the hands on his waist, and he blew a frivolous whistle: "Wow, I saw it wrong, are you... touching yourself?"
Chapter completed!