The sound of disgusting retching resounded in the quiet space, the collar was let go, and the boy collapsed on the toilet almost fainted, with wordless fear in his expression, his body trembling, and he kept begging for mercy. Words, snot and tears covered that embarrassed face, it looked extremely funny.
Su Huaiyan didn't even look at him, then turned around and walked towards Xiao Yan, with a sweet smile on his face, and there was no smile in those glazed eyes.
Xiao Yan, whose brain was dominated by fear, trembled involuntarily, but tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face, and stepped back a few steps, "Su Huaiyan, what do you want to do?"
The young man with a delicate and beautiful face tilted his head, a soft laugh came from his throat, and his words were soft and innocent, "Of course it's your turn."
Witnessing everything just now, Xiao Yan's brain twitched, he swallowed, and found that he had been stuck to the smooth tiles behind him, so he could only watch helplessly as the boy opposite him slowly walked towards him.
Those steps seemed to be stepping on his heart, and the feeling of lingering was even more uncomfortable than before.
As the pupils shrank, when Xiao Yan came back to his senses, his whole body was already trampled under his feet.
Half of his face was pressed against the cold floor, the wet touch made him feel strong nausea in his throat, and the other half of his face was crushed heavily by a foot a few times, accompanied by the tenderness and innocence of the young man voice, "Repeat everything you just said."
Feelings of humiliation and fear came to mind, and Xiao Yan, who usually regarded himself as noble, couldn't help but lower his posture, because you never knew what the devil in front of you would do, "I was wrong...Brother Yan...I shouldn't have said that to you Sister...Damn me! As long as you let me go, I can do whatever you want!"
Su Huaiyan tilted his head, with dimples showing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the other person's face, and he said softly, "Su Yiyi wrote you a love letter?"
Panting heavily, Xiao Yan replied, "Yes... no... no."
Su Huaiyan narrowed his eyes, and his voice became softer, "Yes or not?"
The sweat on his forehead kept secreting, Xiao Yan nodded quickly and said, "Yes."
The darkness in his eyes swept over in an instant, and the delicate and beautiful young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a soft and harmless voice, "I'll give you two minutes to bring that love letter to me."
Lifting his feet away from the opponent's face, Su Huaiyan's slightly lazy voice sounded slowly, "1, 2..."
Xiao Yan, who was lying on the ground, immediately jumped up as if he had been stabbed, and then rushed out of the toilet.
Running wildly all the way, I don't know how many students I bumped into, and I received countless scolding and white eyes, but Xiao Yan didn't have the energy to pay attention to other things. Now his heart was about to pop out of his chest, fear, and a feeling of almost suffocation flooded his whole body.
Anyone who is familiar with Su Huaiyan knows that if he said two minutes, it would be two minutes, not even a second longer.
He opened all the textbooks from the desk, and even threw out the schoolbag, making a loud noise, which attracted the attention of some people in the class.
Xiao Yan has good academic performance, but he thinks highly of himself and has a lot of vanity. So he will not throw away the love letters of girls, but collect them, and then read those words full of young girls' youthful throbbing in the dead of night, and he will feel an unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.
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