This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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“Regret? I never thought about it!” The corner of Night Xuan's mouth held a smile. Although the tone was light, it was serious but could not be ignored.

Lingtian lip angle also slightly raised, always cold eyes stained with a smile, the five officials cut at this time extra soft, like ice and snow initialization, bright in front of people.

As soon as Night Xuan's heart moved, he had to pad his feet to kiss Ling Tian's lips, but he had just moved and was held by Ling Tian.

There's a little discontent in my heart. What the hell? He's already confessed. Why don't you let him kiss you?

However, he was not treated yet. This dissatisfaction spread in his heart. Ling Tian held his face and Ling Tian's lips covered it...

Ling Tian's kiss was deep and gentle, without any desire, as if it was a delicate taste, and as if it conveyed his mood at this time.

Night Xuan closed his eyes, gave up his initiative, passively enjoyed the kiss of the sky, enjoyed his tenderness...

The kiss lasted a long time, and eventually Xuan felt a little numb on the tip of her tongue and lips.

So the next morning when I woke up, Night Xuan looked in the mirror at his own tall, swollen lips, and the beautiful five officials instantly wrinkled together.

Some can't accept that their sexy thin lips turn into sausages.

“What's wrong? ”

Ling Tian held his waist behind him.

Night Xuan turned his head and pounded his sausage mouth: “Look what you've done! ”

Ling Tian's eyes flashed with a smile. He pecked slightly on Night Xuan's lips. He just said: "I don't think it makes any difference...”

“Does that make any difference? ”

Night Xuan looks at his own swollen lips in the mirror. Although sausage mouth is a bit exaggerated, how can it not be any different?

Or is it beauty in the eye of the beholder?

That's what I was thinking, but I heard Ling Tian add another sentence: “It tastes just like last night. ”

“ …… ”

Night Xuan's eyes looked at Ling Tian with some complexity. It was really hard to believe that such a heartwarming affair came from his mouth.

……

Although it was medicated, the swelling didn't go away for a moment and a half, so Night Xuan simply put on his mask and go to school. If someone asks, just say he has a cold.

Nie Xiaojiu, who hasn't been to school in a week, also appeared in the classroom today.

With the sound of "Dada da" high heels stepping on the ground, Li Mei, the new class director of Class C, walked in with the test paper.

“Class, it's almost the end of the period, you have to review it quickly. Ask the teacher if you don't understand anything. Don't go to the end of the period and hold Buddha's feet temporarily...”

Li Mei, 35 years old, entered Far Rise to become a teacher two years ago, because it was not very high, and his back was often referred to privately by his classmates as elementary school students.

She probably heard me, so she stepped on ten centimeters of high heels for class afterwards.

When Li Mei came in, he first said a lot of encouragement and urging, then handed down the math roll in his hand, “Let's make a roll in this lesson! ”

Nie Xiaojiu did not understand the situation. He turned to Night Xuan Chen and asked: “How did this elementary school student become our class director? And that one? ”

By that, he meant Fu Shiyu naturally.

Night Xuan shrugged, “I don't know, I heard it was gone. ”

The last time he saw Fu Shiyu, he thought that Fu Shiyu had been kicked out by Ling Tian's foot and was injured at home, but he did not know that Fu Shiyu had resigned as a teacher until Li Mei arrived and briefly introduced the situation.

But it doesn't have much effect on his life, and it's the same for him who the class director is.