Lan Nuoyin was startled and his eyes heated up. The way this man loves, he never asks for anything in return.
"You are so annoying." Lan Nuoyin rolled her eyes at him, turned around, closed her eyes, raised her toes and touched his lips lightly. "It's so confusing... You are obviously so bad, why do I become more and more...
Where is love?”
Yi Yanfeng was startled, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips without saying a word.
"Well..." Lan Nuoyin opened his eyes wide and pushed him away with all his strength. "What are you doing? There are so many people watching."
She rolled her eyes at him angrily, but happened to see the person behind him staring at her.
Lan Nuoyin dropped her smile, glanced at Mo Zixiang, turned her eyes to the ground, and stood quietly with her arms folded across her chest.
The smile on Yi Yanfeng's face disappeared. She turned around and looked at Mo Zixiang.
"What a loving relationship." Mo Zixiang raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Nuoyin. The sarcasm in his tone was obvious. "I can't help but feel jealous."
Mo Zixiang has been observing them since the two appeared until now.
In Yi Yanfeng's eyes, she saw something that she had longed for for many years but had never gotten.
Lan Nuyin smiled softly. She thought that her apology to Mo Zixiang had been wiped out by that slap, and now there was no need for her to humble herself in front of Mo Zixiang.
"Really? I won't even believe you if you say you're not jealous."
Mo Zixiang's eyes clearly flashed with anger.
Yi Yanfeng pulled Lan Nuoyin in front of him and glanced at Mo Zixiang lightly. "Miss Mo."
Mo Zixiang's expression was startled, and his heart fell to the bottom.
"Please...respect yourself."
After saying that, she hugged Lan Nuoyin and walked to the classroom.
Only Mo Zixiang was left who seemed to be frozen. "Yi Yanfeng, how could you do this to me..."
"Feng, you were too cruel just now. That sentence from Miss Mo..." Walking into the classroom, even Lan Nuoyin couldn't help laughing.
Yi Yanfeng opened the desk chair and let Lan Nuanyin sit down. After hearing her words, his handsome eyebrows raised. "I think it's not enough."
"What else do you want?"
After all, the relationship between Yi Yanfeng and Mo Zixiang in the past, and now... Lan Nuoyin couldn't even imagine how Yi Yanfeng really treated her.
"If she settles down, nothing will happen to me." Yi Yanfeng sat next to Lan Nuyin.
"Feng..." Lan Nuoyin looked at him doubtfully.
"Otherwise, I will kill her myself." Yi Yanfeng's eyes turned cold.
That slap broke all the affection between them. It also shattered Yi Yanfeng's last patience and compassion for her.
Lan Nuyin was completely shocked by this sentence and stood up uncontrollably. "Feng... you..."
"Yin'er, have I ever told you? For you, I can do anything. Really, I can do anything."
This man definitely does what he says.
Lan Nuyin was no longer stupid enough to regard these words as sweet words to make her happy. She sat down and digested his words.
At the door of the classroom, a girl looked at the two people in surprise. "Mo Zixiang, did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?" Mo Zixiang was in a bad mood and glanced coldly at Zhao Ranxin, who was leaning at the door of the classroom and had a pair of beguiling green eyes.
"Yi Yanfeng said that if you are restless, he will kill you with his own hands before you kill Lan Nuoyin." There was an unknown smile on Zhao Ranxin's lips,
Things are really getting more and more fun.
Yi Yanfeng said he wanted to kill Mo Zixiang with his own hands, right? It's really... unbelievable.
"What...what?!" Mo Zixiang's eyes widened, wondering if he heard wrongly.