She is Not What They Think Chapter 8

The next day.

Song Qe yawned and sat lazily on the edge of the bed after being woken up. His hair was slightly messy and his face was sleepy. He started to doze off again while sitting, thinking that it would be good to sleep for another two minutes. High school students are really good. Sleepy.

I didn't expect to have to go through this again after graduating from college. It was really depressing.

Ryan Lu walked into the bedroom with a clean uniform, and found that the person he had just woken up was dozing off against the bed, his head lighting up again and again as if he was fishing.

He walked to the bed, put down the clothes in his hands, and prepared to help Song Qe change clothes as usual.

As a result, just as he was about to help Dylan unbutton his pajamas, the guy suddenly raised his head and immediately hugged his chest with his hands, staring at him in shock, as if he was some kind of beast.

"You, you, you..." Dylan woke up from the movement, quickly covered his clothes, stared at Ryan Lu incoherently, and finally choked out two words: "Pervert."

... Ryan Lu's hand hung in the air.

"What do you want to do?" Dylan then crossed his arms and stared at Ryan Lu warily.

"Help you change your clothes." Seeing his reaction, Ryan Lu said, "I helped you change in the morning before."

It's just that I haven't changed it for a few days, and the reaction suddenly became so big.

Dylan quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, no."

Ryan Lu: "?"

Didn't you still deliberately ask him to help you change clothes before, and occasionally asked him if your belly button was pretty? Why did you change your tactics now and play hard to get?

"I can just change it myself." Song Che suddenly woke up. He picked up the clothes that Ryan Lu put beside him and stood up. However, because he was in such a hurry, his face turned pale, his head was buzzing, and he sat down again after feeling dizzy. Return to bed.

Ryan Lu stood and did not move.

He just watched in silence as the pale boy fell back to the bed, hit his arm on the head of the bed, and groaned in pain probably because of the impact. His lips slowly pursed, and the fragile look at this moment seemed to be reflected in his eyes. Slow down, and the pleasure of revenge buried in your heart spreads out.

Until those eyes filled with mist looked at him pleadingly.

Just like the hand that was about to be submerged in the sea, it still reached out to him almost begging for mercy at the last moment. No matter how condescending and insulting he was on weekdays, it was better to beg him in the end.

His dark eyes looked deeply into this painful face, and the corners of his lips raised an imperceptible arc.

"What's wrong, young master, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Dylan felt that he suddenly felt dizzy and fainted, but he clearly saw Ryan Lu smiling just now, even though he had already anxiously walked to his side to hold his arm.

He was so dizzy that he felt like vomiting and had no strength at all. His head was buzzing and the sounds in his ears seemed to be echoing from a distance. He could only lean on Ryan Lu like this.

"It should be low blood sugar. Can you drink some water?" Ryan Lu lowered his head and looked at Dylan, who was leaning in his arms. He saw that his eyelids were half closed, his face was as pale as snow, and he had no strength at all. He looked like someone who was being toyed with. The doll's heart tingles with excitement.

Dylan didn't have the strength to speak, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he just opened his eyelids slightly, and happened to see Ryan Lu smiling again.

...Depend on.

This pervert.

This pervert sneaked into his room every night to pinch him.

He slowly closed his eyes to ease the dizziness.

It wasn't until he stuffed a piece of sweet chocolate into his lips. The sweetness of the mellow chocolate that melted in his mouth slowly brought him back to his wandering consciousness. Then he slowly opened his eyes and saw Ryan Lu's dark and worried eyes. , as if he is such an important existence.

Movie King, it would really be a waste of talent to not become an actor.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" Ryan Lu saw that Dylan's expression was a little better. He asked someone to sit on the head of the bed: "Why don't you take another day off today? Studying is important, but your body is more important."

Dylan listened, listened, and began to ask him to stop learning and be a mess, and to try every means to make him a loser, so that he would become a fool without learning and skills, so now he has to live and be a mess. no.

No matter how he saves someone, he still has to leave himself a way to survive.

He opened his mouth, regained a little strength, and said softly: "No, I want to study, I want to study hard." After saying that, he wanted to sit up, but he had no strength and fell back into Ryan Lu's arms.

...

Ryan Lu felt the presence falling back into his arms. He didn't know whether this guy was doing it on purpose or if he was really uncomfortable. His head was still tilted to the side of his neck, and his hair was slightly past his chin, with the fragrance of shampoo and the softness of the hair. Somewhat itchy.

"Okay, then I'll get you dressed."

Dylan: "???"

As a result, before he could react, his shirt was taken off, and the collar was a little painful against his face. However, before he could react, his arms were lifted up and he was put into a white school shirt.

He lowered his eyes, feeling less dizzy as his blood sugar gradually recovered, and stared blankly at Ryan Lu, who was bending down to button his buttons.

The tall boy's brows were cold and hard, and his facial features were clearly defined, three-dimensional and handsome. It was completely predictable how many women this face would attract if it completely grew out in two years.

Handsome, indeed handsome.

The existence of beauty, strength and misery.

For a moment, I didn't know what I was thinking, so I slowly lowered my head and leaned over.

The moment his forehead touched his cheek, the hand that was holding the button suddenly stopped.

Ryan Lu faced the body that suddenly came closer, his white and tender cheek brushed against his cheek, and he met the dark eyes close at hand. He was obviously still uncomfortable, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes were filled with confusion, and this movement made him a little confused. None of it seemed accidental.

Is this guy trying to seduce him?

Song Che suddenly realized what he was doing, raised his head suddenly, sat up and turned his face away, his ears instantly turned red.

No, what's wrong with him? It's so rude! !

Ryan Lu looked at the young man sitting by the bed with his head hanging down. The move of putting his forehead to his face made his cheeks turn red.

His skin was originally fair, but when he was shy, his whole figure seemed to be ripe. The crimson color at the base of his ears gradually spread to his neck, and his reaction was extremely green.

His hands were still on the buttons of his collar, but he became increasingly certain that this guy definitely liked him.

Then you can go according to his plan.

Dylan was just trying to find something to ease the awkward atmosphere when he saw Ryan Lu squatting in front of him, holding his ankles and trying to put on his shoes.

At this moment, my body felt numb at the touch.

He was so frightened that he slid down from the bed and squatted down: "...I, I will wear it for you too."

When Ryan Lu saw Dylan like this, he thought that playing hard to get was really childish. He had long been accustomed to his care in the past, let alone wearing shoes. Sometimes he even deliberately teased him and asked him to wear underwear, which was extremely humiliating. There is no shame in S3xual behavior.

Now, if you want to change your appearance, just change your appearance.

It seems hard to explain other than really liking him.

"It's better not to do this again." Song Qe squatted beside the bed, held his feet, glanced at Ryan Lu, and found that he was still watching her calmly. He suddenly became nervous and whispered: "I can wear it myself." of."

"Why?" Ryan Lu asked.

"This is not good." Dylan directly pulled the socks over, sat down, and quickly put them on: "I will wear them myself from now on, without you."

After he put on his socks, he found that Ryan Lu was still staring at him in this posture, which made him feel a little nervous. Why were he still staring at him like this? Isn't it okay even if he didn't wear socks?

How humiliating it would be to put on the socks of someone who grew up bullying you.

Not an object.

"Um..." Dylan was about to speak when he saw Ryan Lu's eyebrows drooping, looking very depressed: "?"

"It seems that the young master still hates me. Isn't it because I haven't done a good enough job?" Ryan Lu tilted his face slightly, his lips curved bitterly: "Then what should I do to please you?"

Dylan: ... omg, he really doesn't know how to act in this kind of drama. If he does it again, he will find a hole to crawl into.

He really couldn't do this, so he silently stood up on the edge of the bed. He was still a little dizzy and couldn't care less: "Go to school, go to school, don't be late."

He didn't dare to look at Ryan Lu's expression at this time as he walked out of the room with a sluggish pace.

He had no idea that the gaze behind him was getting deeper and deeper.

"Duplicity."

...

I was already late when I arrived at school, and the first period was almost over.

But no one would dare to provoke Dylan, even if he was wandering outside the classroom during class, no one would dare to say anything.

The Song Group is the major shareholder of the school, controls the economic lifeline of cities in southern China, and even owns industries that control the lifeline of the national economy. No one dares to touch such an ancestor.

Even if this ancestor doesn't go to class and plays with stray cats outside.

In the late summer, the cicadas chirp tirelessly, and the voices of teachers giving lessons can be faintly heard in the teaching building. The treetops growing crisscrossed along the tree-lined avenue stretch out, the sunlight penetrates through the gaps between the trees, and golden light and shadow envelopes the trees under the trees at this time. Two teenagers with cats.

"Uh-huh-huh..."

Song Qe kneaded the remaining bread in his hand into pieces and teased the gray and chubby orange cat not far away. He saw that the orange cat was lazy and nestled on the grass but couldn't come over. Thinking of teasing him, he simply put the bread He broke off a small piece of the hot dog and threw it over.

The orange cat twitched its ears and waggled its tail. When it smelled the smell, it ran over, lowered its head and ate the hot dog.

After eating satisfactorily, the plush and fleshy head rubbed against Dylan's trouser legs and against Dylan's hot dog-smelling palms, and he raised his furry head and acted coquettishly.

"Meow~"

Song Qe's eyes instantly softened. He lowered his eyes and stroked the orange cat that was acting coquettishly with him. He slightly raised the corners of his lips and chuckled, "It's so cute."

The warm sunlight in the early morning shines on the young man playing with the cat. His soft hair hangs on his forehead, outlining his smooth and delicate profile. The wind happens to blow by, blowing the hair, and he can see the lowered eyebrows and smile, the pear on his lips. The vortex seems to contain light.

Too good to be true.

Devil and beauty, these two completely unrelated words actually appeared in the same person.

"Master, your hands are dirty."

Dylan was about to give the last piece of hot dog to the orange cat, but Ryan Lu grabbed his hand. He heard the sound and looked at Ryan Lu, and saw Ryan Lu's frown: "You don't like cats?"

"Wild cats have a lot of bacteria, and it will be bad if they catch you." Ryan Lu looked away, took Song Qe's hand and stood up: "The hypoglycemia has just recovered, so I will give it to the cat without eating anything."

He still refused to eat the two bites of bread left, and his appetite was worse than that of a cat.

"Then I'm too full to eat." Song Che stood up reluctantly and muttered: "...just touch it."

After speaking, he glanced at Ryan Lu.

It happened that the orange cat raised its head and let out a 'meow'.

Ryan Lu's Adam's apple rolled.