Devil's Body Temperature (MTL) [COMPLETED]

51. Offense

In the early summer night, there are three or two points of firefly in the distant jungle.

Pei Chuan remained silent for a long time, and said: "I'm fine, you go back."

I asked him what I could do. Today is over. It doesn't make any sense to come here.

Pei Yao looked at his expression curiously, the teenager's expression was extremely cold, and there was a silent light creeping in his eyes.

Is it alright to drink? Will you come to their school to see her?

She approached him, raised her eyes to meet his eyes, and said seriously: "Pei Chuan, did anyone tell you that you have to say something in your heart, not hold it in your heart."

She couldn't help laughing: "If you hold back for a long time, it will... like you, the whole person looks fierce."

He pursed his lips.

Bei Yao said, "What the hell is going on?" Her tone mixed with the summer night's wind, her tolerance was soft.

"I'm okay." He couldn't stand it anymore and said that he only had a glance, why should he ask to insult him.

Pei Chuan turned and left.

"Hey..." Bei Yao hesitated to follow.

Forget it, let's be a little grumpy today as he overdraws his rights for tomorrow.

At the end of the camphor forest is the intersection of the school gate, and a group of teenagers walk towards the gate.

Someone laughed and asked, "Han Zhen! How about, when you become a man, did you get a kiss from the school flowers?"

Pei Chuan suddenly stopped.

Han Zhendao: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Hahaha, look, Han Zhen blushes!"

"Han Zhen Han Zhen, does the school flower smell fragrant? The lips are not soft? Her waist looks so thin, have you ever held it? Beiyao's beautiful color, huh, what's it like?"

This was too frivolous, Han Zhen frowned and didn't speak, and the person who made the teasing was punched hard.

At the intersection of Xiangzhanglin, the boy in black grabbed the collar of the boy and punched him in the face with a punch.

The boy's nose bleeds out.

Everyone was stunned. Then he hurried up to pull the frame, they didn't know the beating boy, but he was terrified by him.

He was crazy, holding the boy's head against the camphor tree.

Again and again, seven or eight teenagers, stunned that nobody pulled him away.

Han Zhen was shocked and dragged the boy's arm with the two to drag it back, while the others guarded the beaten boy.

The beaten boy was beaten up and crashed: "I. Fuck. You. Mom is mad..."

Han Zhen felt the muscles of the teenager under him bulge, and the extreme anger made his muscles twitch. He didn't hold Pei Chuan. All of Pei Chuan's anger and pain made him look cold and terrible.

Pei Chuan knew that he was crazy, he was crazy, and was crazy when he heard the news yesterday...

Han Zhen didn't hold him, and the face of the beaten boy was scared. Han Zhen had no choice but to hurry up in front of him.

Pei Chuan's fist is only one centimeter away from Han Zhen's face.

The two boys looked at each other for a second.