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

Chapter 62 Embrace

After a while, Ji Zhun was in a daze and felt cold all over his body. He curled up his legs into a ball, but it still didn't work. So much so that he even had a dream of going fishing in Antarctica with a Land Rover. I was tricked by that kid. I squatted in front of an ice hole with my shirtless hands holding the fishing rod, and my upper and lower teeth were knocked from the cold.

At this moment, he was suddenly covered in warmth behind him, and a hand reached out to pull him into a hot embrace. In Ji Zhun's dream, this embrace was automatically transformed into a blanket descending from the sky with holy light.

He sighed comfortably, and let the other party's hand on his waist continue to tighten, and even took the initiative to move towards the heat source close to his body, leaving no gap.

Tan Jingyang's breathing suddenly sank a bit, at first he just touched Jizhun's cold feet inadvertently, thinking of getting closer to him to keep warm. But who would have thought that he became more and more greedy, until he couldn't help but lock him tightly in his arms, wanting to rub him into his body, but worried that the other person might wake up at any time.

Ji Zhun closed his eyes and turned over, facing Tan Jingyang, breathing evenly. He seemed to feel that the temperature and posture were very comfortable, so he buried his head in Tan Jingyang's neck and rubbed it habitually.

Tan Jingyang's whole body shuddered suddenly, and a layer of goose bumps appeared instantly. He only felt that following Jizhun's breathing in his neck, something in his body was changing rapidly...

An unbearable fire ignited in the dark eyes, and the palms of the other's arms were also wet and sweaty .

Tan Jingyang pursed her lips and carefully moved her waist back a little, so as not to touch Ji Zhun with that embarrassing part. Unexpectedly, in his dream, Jizhun only felt that his blanket was suddenly empty, frowning, curled up his cold feet, and directly slipped between Tan Jingyang's legs.

"Hmm..."

Tan Jingyang let out a short muffled groan unexpectedly, clenched his fists tightly, and his nails sank into his palm.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to control the nerves that would collapse if he was not careful. He felt that every inch of his breath was trembling.

Ji Zhun was still immersed in his dream of fishing, but the environment had changed from the previous ice cave to the sunny seaside. The fine sand underfoot has been made extra soft by the sun, driving away the chill and warming it up bit by bit. I couldn't help but bury my toes deep in the fine sand, and squinted my eyes comfortably.

"Ji, Ji Zhun."

"Ji Zhun."

Someone seemed to be calling him from the other side of the sea, but because he was so comfortable, Ji Zhun in the dream didn't even bother to respond.

"Fuck." The voice cursed hoarsely, then threw off the quilt and fled to the bathroom. Accidentally bumped into the wooden chair by the door, making a "squeak-" friction sound.

Disturbed by the noise, Jizhun reluctantly opened his eyes slowly.

At this time, the sky has cleared up, and the rain is still pouring down, sweeping away the damp soil, rotten branches, and the faint fragrance of wintersweet... There is no one beside the

bed. Ji Zhun touches it with his hand, but the residual warmth of the other person's body is still there. . He rubbed his eyes and woke up and dozed off for a long time, then stood up, yawned, walked slowly outside the bathroom and knocked on the door.