What is the next Zongzheng doing?

Su Zhiyuan had a dream.

He sat in the classroom, looking at the large blank on the paper, almost crying, "The problem is that I can't write it."

Zongzheng turned his head to look at him, and smiled softly. He didn't wear glasses, his long and narrow red phoenix eyes curved slightly, and there were tiny moles of tears under his eyes.

"I just told you to teach you and you don't want it."

As he said, he took Su Zhiyuan's paper and placed it between the two of them and began to lecture him on the topic.

Isn't this the scene when Zongzheng gave him a lecture in the daytime a few days ago?

Su Zhiyuan was stunned, how could he dream of this?

In a daze, Zongzheng in the dream slightly raised his eyelids, bent his fingers and tapped his forehead lightly, his eyes sparkled, "You're distracted again."

Su Zhiyuan said firmly, "I'm just thinking."

His face turned suspiciously red.

Zongzheng looked at him, the smile in his eyes deepened, he leaned over, and the two of them were face to face, so close that they could almost clearly feel the other person's breath blowing on his face, "What are you thinking?"

Su Zhiyuan froze, his face turned even redder.

"I, I, I, I didn't think about anything."

Zongzheng suddenly came up and kissed him quickly, his eyes shone brightly, "You are not good."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Su Zhiyuan groaned and woke up in shock.

How could he have such a shameful dream?

Even if it was Chun-meng, shouldn't he be dreaming of a girl with fluttering hair?

The object of the first sex dream in his life was actually a man, and he was also his deskmate.

Is he really bent?

Su Zhiyuan fell back on the bed with a thud, feeling hopeless.