Zhao Yijin didn't pay attention to Zhang Feng's rude actions.

After this short period of getting along, Miss Zhao already understood Zhang Feng's personality.

He is a straight man, an idiot, a pervert, and a douchebag all in one. Of course, he is not without his merits.

Zhang Feng can be considered a cold-hearted person, and he is a bit cruel to outsiders, but he is quite good to his own people, at least he will not abandon his teammates in critical moments.

To be honest, his brain is pretty decent, but sometimes he is too average... But this kind of reckless personality is not annoying...

Zhao Yijin silently analyzed the man in front of her, but she didn't know that in her heart, her positive evaluation of Zhang Feng already outweighed her negative evaluation.

"Well... then, I'll do it reluctantly and let you try it."

Zhao Yijin seemed to have thought of something, his face turned completely red under the mask, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhang Feng.

She didn't know why she agreed to Zhang Feng.

Anyway...it wasn't really to take off the mask...she just wanted to agree, that's all.

"Oh, I didn't expect that our eldest lady is willing to let me operate a knife on your face. It seems that you still trust me quite a bit!"

The blade moved between Zhang Feng's fingers.

The sharp blade gradually approached Zhao Yijin's mask as Zhang Feng's arm moved.

"Well..." Zhao Yijin trembled subconsciously and shrank his neck nervously.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Feng first cut off a piece of his own clothes with a knife, and then spread the piece of cloth on his other hand.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Zhao Yijin looked at the piece of cloth in Zhang Feng's hand in confusion, his eyes full of doubts.

"Sister, you don't think I can help you take off your mask without touching you, do you? Since we want to have skin-to-skin contact, there must be some measures. We're not that familiar yet, right?"

Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and gently turned the cloth in his hand with his fingers. "Or do you like me? So you think it doesn't matter if you are touched by me?"

"You...you must be sick! Who would like a pervert like you? It doesn't matter if you like feet, but you are still grinding to do something. I really don't know how confident you are!"

"You're still using that rag! Isn't it dirty? I don't even dislike you, but you dislike me! Disgusting! A gangster! A scumbag!!!"

As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, Zhao Yijin suddenly became furious. She glared angrily at the man in front of her, and launched the Mouth Escape and Unparalleled Dance!

As soon as this technique is used, the initiator will burst out all his thoughts, and pile all the trash talk he can think of on the opponent's face, making him feel ashamed and defeating the opponent mentally.

It is a pity that Zhao Yijin has not yet perfected these techniques, so such a simple attack cannot break through Zhang's face.

Facing the powerful attack from the woman in front of him, Zhang Feng only smiled indifferently and prepared to use more powerful words to kill the opponent directly.

However, before he could speak, Zhao Yijin's next words made him stunned.

"Also...since you don't want to touch me, then what happened when you held my hand..."

handle?

It's been a while...why doesn't he remember?

Zhang Feng blinked and recalled what he had done to her with a confused look on his face.

In his impression, he had never held Zhao Yijin's hand... Could it be that he has evolved into a super scumbag and he hasn't realized it yet?

Zhao Yijin, who had an outburst, did not see the confused expression on Zhang Feng's face.

After asking in a low voice, she immediately bit her lip and lowered her head... In fact, she wanted to add, "Is Yan Qianqian special to you than me?"

But as soon as this idea came to her mind, she immediately killed it. She didn't understand why she wanted to compete with Yan Qianqian... Anyway, at this moment, Yan Qianqian's appearance naturally appeared in her mind.

Of course, she also knew that such a sandbag question was a waste of money... For the sake of her own face, she forcibly suppressed her desire to get to the bottom of it.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was completely embarrassed.

What's going on with this sudden feeling of love?

Aren't you a proud green tea lady?

How could you say such a thing!

At this time, you should not raise your head, point your two huge nostrils at me, and then exhale and say: "Perverts like you who like sex, stop wishing! Let you kneel on the ground.

Serving me is already a great kindness!" Is this the case?

Realizing that things were going wrong, Zhang Feng thought of a way to solve the problem in time - he chose to take her problem seriously.

Although "she likes me", one of the three major illusions in life, is the largest illusion, it always pays to take it seriously no matter what.

Even if you will be laughed at, a confident refusal is definitely better than a perfunctory one!

"Well... how should I put it? I am not so reserved that I would be shy even if I touch my hand. However, if it is a more intimate contact... that won't work. Between classmates,

It’s better to keep some distance.”

Zhang Feng pursed his lips and answered her question seriously.

In order to make the atmosphere less awkward, he added at the end: "After all, if you want to hit me, your butt and face are not on the same level!"

"This...sure enough, it would be better for you to die..."

"Uh...hehe, don't be like this. At least you're not nervous now, right?"

Zhang Feng chuckled. In order to prevent her from continuing to talk, he took advantage of her and put the cloth on Zhao Yijin's shoulders, while holding her down with his hands.

"Don't move around, or I'll accidentally cut off your nose." Zhang Feng joked.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yijin, who was not used to being touched, immediately put away his thoughts of moving.

As the mask on her face was opened, the blade touched her face, bit by bit rubbing against her skin and burrowing in like an insect.

There was a slight pain on the face, and when the blade slid across, the tearing sensation between the face and the mask was vividly displayed.

She tensed her shoulders that were being pressed, straightened her arms, and held her breath.

The blade grazed her nose, passed over her eyes, and cut off the threads connected to her face one by one.

Perhaps because of being too nervous, Zhao Yijin sweated a lot on his face!

The sweat stuck between the knife and the skin, creating a sticky feeling.

Since the blade needed to penetrate very deep, Zhang Feng inevitably pressed the bowl against her lips.

The moment the hot and cold touched each other, Zhao Yijin couldn't help but shrink his head back.

"hiss......"

The pain hit her instantly, and the blade in Zhang Feng's hand cut her forehead and completely severed the connection between the mask and her.

"Well...it's still a scratch, not a disfigurement, right? Let's agree first, don't ask me to pay for it if the appearance is disfigured, you asked me to do it!"

Zhang Feng, the king of blame-shifting, immediately dumped the blame to Zhao Yijin after inadvertently making a mistake.

Zhao Yijin, who was still feeling embarrassed that she had caused Zhang Feng's mistake by tampering with him, immediately withdrew her guilt towards him after hearing his "wise words".

This bitch of a man doesn't deserve her guilt!

"You! You really piss me off!"

Zhao Yijin pushed Zhang Feng away who was standing in front of her, and then covered her scratched forehead with her hand.

The mask fell to the ground as Zhang Feng staggered back, revealing a pretty face of shame and anger.

"You...huh?"

Zhang Feng was made to take a few steps back by her sudden attack. After he stabilized his body, before he could speak, Zhao Yijin glared at him angrily and left without looking back.

"..."

Just leave when you're done, right?

Humph! Woman!

The abandoned Zhang Feng stopped where he was and shook his head helplessly.

He shrugged and walked out of the classroom with an indifferent attitude.

Now it seems.

A certain lady surnamed Zhao will definitely not explore with him. It seems that he is the only one who went to the Widow Village at night...well, the art museum at night!

Forget it, let him bear those storms alone!

With this thought in mind, Zhang Feng resolutely stepped out of the teaching building and stood in front of the closed art museum.
Chapter completed!