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

Chapter 84 Early Morning

Therefore, some flags cannot be set up randomly.

It's like being someone's grandson.

Ji Zhun was in a daze, feeling like he was being lifted up from the bed by Tan Jingyang and carried to the bathroom. He was so tired, his eyelids moved but he didn't raise them, he frowned and cursed vaguely "Bastard", and let the other party turn on the shower to help him clean up.

Tan Jingyang asked gently in his ears: "Does it hurt?"

Brigadier General Ji put all his strength on Tan Jingyang's body, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, opened his mouth and bit hard, and said hoarsely, "Shut up, you."

He originally wanted to use this as a deterrent, but he never thought that the tingling pain in his shoulder would make Tan Jingyang's breathing sink again in an instant, his eyes darkened suddenly, and he stopped in a low voice: "Don't bite." He took a deep breath and paused, " Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

"...Hold."

Ji Zhun closed his eyes, but did not dare to act rashly again. In fact, Tan Jingyang has been trying his best to restrain himself throughout the whole process. Several times, he has held back the evil factor in his heart that wants to tear the other party into pieces, and try his best to control the rhythm step by step.

Later, Ji Zhun really felt comfortable, which was a strange feeling. In the end, his whole body couldn't help trembling violently, he clenched the hem of his clothes, and strangled the bed sheet desperately, his canine teeth pierced into his lower lip and was replaced by the opponent's thumb.

"Is that comfortable?" Tan Jingyang pressed against his ear and asked again.

"..." Ji Zhun continued to close his eyes and play dead.

Tan Jingyang chuckled and stopped teasing. He took Ji Zhun's hand and moved it towards him slowly... Ji Zhun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Tan Jingyang in surprise. The blush on his face that had not subsided quickly climbed up again.

"Tan Jingyang...you!"

"Shh..." Tan Jingyang pressed Ji Zhun's hand and pressed it against him again, coaxing secretly, "Help me again, finish it as soon as possible. I'm afraid I'm going too far."

"..." Ji Zhun stared at him for half a minute, then gritted his teeth and turned his head away. With a blushing face, he helped him again under the control of the other party.

This time it was completely exhausted.

As for how he was wiped off and how he got fucked next, he was unconscious the whole time and couldn't remember exactly. When I woke up again, it was pouring rain outside the house, carrying the smell of leaves and earth, and occasionally there were a few rumbling thunders.

There was a desk lamp on the bedside, and the light was warm and weak. Tan Jingyang was leaning on the chair next to the bed wearing glasses, leaning on the drawing board on her legs, and was brushing and drawing on it with a pen. From time to time, he would look up at Ji Zhun's eyes, and compare the angles with a pen in front of his eyes.

Jizhun was too sleepy, and he wanted to ask Tan Jingyang why he didn't sleep. But he moved his lips, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The faint sound of the pencil rubbing against the drawing paper, accompanied by the thunderstorm outside the window, and the faint fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers in the room, became the best lullaby.

This time he slept very deeply, and when he was woken up by the biological clock the next day, he saw a portrait of him on the bedside. At this time, the sunlight just fell on the painting, forming a light and shadow that alternated between light and dark.