What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 57 Counterfeit Wine

Jizhun sat on the bed, staring motionlessly at Tan Jingyang with half-closed eyes, trying desperately to focus his scattered sight.

"Hmph, you goblin..."

Tan Jingyang felt that the other person's current appearance was so cute. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to scratch his chin like a dog, and by the way, she once again despised the dirty thought in her heart. Dirty myself.

"Oh goblin."

"Here is the Great Sage." Tan Jingyang asked softly, "Does the Great Sage want a drink of water?"

Jizhun waved Tan Jingyang's hand away and asked seriously, "Who is the Great Sage?" "

Isn't it you?" Ji

Zhun curled his lips and sneered, raised his hand and patted Tan Jingyang's face gently and said, "You little goblin, are you fooling me again? I am the King Kong Gourd Baby here!" Stop talking nonsense and return my grandpa quickly!"

"Okay, I'll return it." Tan Jingyang turned his head away from Jizhun's hand, supported him against the head of the bed, pulled up the quilt, wrapped him up, and gently He said slowly, "Tuck it up, don't freeze."

"Fairy, don't do this..." Ji Zhun stretched out a foot from the quilt and fluttered on the bed twice, "Say, my grandfather is an old man. , have you already eaten it?"

Tan Jingyang originally wanted to stop Ji Zhun's nonsense, so he reached out and grabbed his ankle.

Jizhun was controlled by someone, his movements froze suddenly, and he stopped in this position in a daze for a while, staring blankly at Tan Jingyang.

His body temperature was hotter than usual, even a little hot to the touch. Tan Jingyang only felt that the protruding ankle bone was gently pressing against his increasingly wet palm.

Ji Zhun's toes curled up slightly, subconsciously wanting to retract his legs. But probably because he instinctively didn't want him to slip away from his hands, Tan Jingyang involuntarily tightened his grip on his ankles, and his breathing became heavier.

"Well, I ate it."

Tan Jingyang's voice was hoarse, "How about...give me to you?"

"Hey, what a goblin, who do you want to be a grandfather for?" Ji Zhun kicked his legs and was about to kick, but Tan Jingyang caught his legs and folded them in half, and immediately snorted.

"I'm not a grandfather." Tan Jingyang paused, and then whispered as if coaxing a child, "Are you ready to be a husband?" Ji Zhun's

pupils suddenly closed and he stopped struggling. The room fell silent in an instant, only the flustered breathing of both of them could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that Tan Jingyang even felt that Jizhun might wake up next second. Only then did he lower his head slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"No way..."

Jizhun's eyes smudged by alcohol sparkled, and the corners of his lips curled up in a bitter smile.

Following his words, Tan Jingyang's subordinates tightened up again.

Ji Zhun's ankle bone was painfully pressed, and he couldn't help frowning and gasping: "...it hurts."

Tan Jingyang hurriedly let go of his hand, and saw that Ji Zhun's ankle was stretched out with a conspicuous cut. red marks. Tan Jingyang felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly massaged him gently with his thumb.