The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

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There was a dark mountain forest in front of them, and the road was not very clear, but they ran side by side, without thinking. I couldn't hear people shouting from behind.

Wu Jing felt that this was the fastest frequency that his legs had crossed since he had lived for more than ten years, but he didn't dare to stop because he couldn't see the way, so he could only follow the familiar tall figure with a good step Behind, after running for an unknown amount of time, Wu Jing staggered and reached out to grab his clothes. After a while, a warm and clean hand reached out and grabbed Wu Jing.

There is a little difference in body size between the two, and the gap in palm size is even bigger.It was just a simple pulling action, but Wu Jing's hand was completely wrapped in his palm.

Yan Xinguang led him to run.

Gradually, both of them slowed down.

Wu Jing's face was aching from the wind, he heard his own voice asking: "Mr. Yan, do you remember the way back?"

Yan Xinguang stopped and gasped for breath, Wu Jing could feel his palms start to sweat, as if there was a heartbeat coming from his palms.Boom, boom, boom.He couldn't tell if it was his or his.

After a long while, the two of them pulled back their hands tacitly.

Yan Xinguang breathed steadily for a while, and said: "Remember something." After a while, he added: "I only remember the general direction, and I'm afraid it will be impossible to go back the same way."

Wu Jing nodded, because he also found out.

In front of me was a fence that had never been seen before. It was higher than the ones I encountered before. It was more than two meters long. Even Yan Xinguang stretched his arms and had to jump up to reach the top.

After eating just now, he ran all the way, stopped suddenly, the soreness in his stomach surged up all of a sudden, Wu Jing was a little dizzy, and felt a little nauseous.

He supported his knees with his hands, lowered his head to relieve the discomfort, and said in a muffled voice, "How is it, can you turn over?"

Yan Xinguang had already tried it once, and felt it would work, but because his palms were a little sweaty, he wiped it on his trouser legs casually, and said, "It should work, you come first? Or should I go first?"

Wu Jing lowered his head, saw his OOC and down-to-earth movements through the gap of his hair, and smiled a little happily, "It's all right, you can climb first, I will take it easy."

Yan Xinguang paused for a moment, and Wu Jing saw the pair of light blue sneakers walking towards him in his sight, making a crisp clicking sound as they stepped on the dry broken branches.

Wu Jing thought, Yan Xinguang seems to like blue quite a lot.

Dark blue and light blue pajamas, and these shoes.

Soon, a pair of hands were placed on his back, obviously he was not wearing thin clothes, but Wu Jing could still feel the warmth coming from those hands.

Wu Jing trembled uncontrollably.

Yan Xinguang gently stroked his back and said, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Wu Jing answered quickly: "No."

He immediately said again: "Take your hands away, don't press me down, I'm dizzy."

Yan Xinguang let out an "oh", and took his hand away as he said.Wu Jing straightened up, stretched his body, and said, "Climb first, and I'll follow after you demonstrate."

Yan Xinguang didn't say anything more, swung his arms, trotted two steps, jumped, his arms were on the top of the wall, and then slowly made a push-up movement, and he successfully sat on the top of the wall , he propped up his hands and looked down at Wu Jing: "Can you?"

Wu Jing nodded humbly: "Okay, why not, men can't."

Yan Xinguang seemed to smile, and said: "Okay, then I will jump over first and wait for you below."

When the sound of landing came from the other side, Wu Jing started his actions.Seeing Yan Xinguang's relaxed appearance just now, he wasn't too worried about his failure. He also learned to trot to help him, and when he reached the bottom of the wall, he jumped up. A pile of broken branches and the like made his hands ache from the pressure.

After finally sitting on the wall, he wiped off the debris stuck to his hands on his clothes, and poked his head to look down. As soon as he took a look, he looked away a little bit unbearably.

In that second, Wu Jing only had time to look at Yan Xinguang for a second.Yan Xinguang had been waiting below, looking up at him.

Yan Xinguang's voice came from below: "What? Don't you dare to dance?"

Wu Jing didn't want to admit that he was really afraid of this height. He didn't have that kind of severe fear of heights, but when he was about to jump down from a high place, he still felt a little bit of purely physiological nervousness.

He reluctantly replied: "Well, a little bit."

Yan Xinguang was silent for a while, and said, "You can't just stay up there forever."

Wu Jing: "I'll jump right away."

After a while, I still hesitated, "...I'll take it easy."

The wind gradually stopped, and in the quiet forest at night, only the breathing of two people could be clearly heard.

I don't know how long the "slow" was, maybe only 1 minute, Yan Xinguang said softly and slowly: "If you are really scared, I can follow you below."

Hearing this, Wu Jing's hand holding on to the wall shook, and he almost fell down.

He tried his best to stabilize his figure, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll jump, don't go back on your word, don't rely on me to crush you to death."

Before Yan Xinguang could say another word, he closed his eyes, jumped into his embrace with a sudden heart——

In the next second, the two of them fell firmly together, throwing dust and dead branches all over the ground.

He heard a thud when Yan Xinguang's back hit the ground, and another bang when the two chests collided.

In an instant, many messy thoughts flooded into Wu Jing's mind, such as the clothes were dirty on the floor, Mr. Yan would not have a cleanliness, oh, he just said last night that he has no cleanliness; or the last time he weighed himself to the end How much is it, one hundred and ten?I don't remember, it seems to be one hundred and one, or one hundred and three...

Before those thoughts had turned around in his mind, Wu Jing spoke innocently: "Mr. Yan, does your back hurt?"

Counting last night, this should be the second time Yan Xinguang has been suppressed in his life.

He let out a deep breath, and said helplessly, "It's okay for now. But if you don't get up again, it's not necessarily so."

After all, such a big living person jumped from such a high place.

Yan Xinguang recalled the way Wu Jing closed his eyes and jumped down accurately just now, and suddenly a ridiculous idea came to his mind: this person, could it be on purpose?

"Oh."

Wu Jing answered slowly, moved his arms, propped himself up to crawl out of the person's arms, and accidentally rubbed against him.

The moment he straightened up and was about to leave, both of them paused.

Yan Xinguang froze first, and then Wu Jing also froze slowly.

They are all boys, and no one will not know what it is.

Yan Xinguang, who was about to stand up with him, stopped suddenly, a little dazed, and his next thought was to slightly separate the bodies that were close to each other, so as to avoid further embarrassment.

There was a three-second freeze in the air.

Thanks to this dark night, the two people couldn't see the expressions on each other's faces clearly.

But despite this, Yan Xinguang could still vaguely see the movements of Wu Jing's hands. He stretched his hands straight to the waist and abdomen where the two of them were sticking together, and his hands went down more and more...

Yan Xinguang's voice was a little unsteady, "What are you doing?"

Then I saw that Wu Jing took something out of his trousers pocket and put it in front of his nose.

He smelled a woody smell.

A pair of wooden figurines.

Wu Jing played the one all afternoon.

Yan Xinguang: "......"

Then I heard Wu Jing's voice from a distance, with a little innocence and a little panic that I thought I was hiding, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, this thing hit you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: hhh Wu Jing doesn't know how to fight

He just has a size gap with other people + confused

In a serious battle, Lord Jing is not that weak