What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 66 Sorry

The key hit the table with a crisp sound.

Ji Zhun's throat rolled up and he swallowed secretly. He slowly released his hand on Tan Jingyang's shoulder, lowered his eyes and took the bunch of keys, and gently pulled his lower lip:

"good."

"Jizhun." Tan Jingyang called him out in a low voice, paused and asked, "Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

"You...remember to go to the infirmary, don't hold on."

After Ji Zhun finished speaking, he quickly left the class.

...

The key was inserted into the keyhole and there was a "click" sound. The door of the equipment room was pushed open by Ji Zhun, and he saw that the small area he wiped on the glass window last time was not covered by new dust.

Sunlight shines in from here, forming a bright beam of light on the table.

Ji Zhun was about to turn around and lock the door when he was suddenly pushed forward by a force.

He was caught off guard and staggered, and quickly reached out to support the table in front of him.

I heard someone locking the door bolt behind me, and before Ji Zhun could stand up, he was forcibly restrained in front of the table.

My lower back was just touching the edge of the table, and it hurt.

Ji Fang's body temperature was so high that even though there was still some distance between them, Ji Zhun could still feel the scalding heat coming from his body. The breath hit Ji Zhun's face, causing him to feel tense all over.

"Didn't I ask you to go to the infirmary?" Ji Zhun tilted his head and tried to move his body away from the corner of the table. But the enemy probably mistakenly thought he was leaving and pushed him back again.

His lower back was hit hard on the table again. Ji Zhun instantly frowned and took a breath.

"Hey, Tan Jingyang, what are you doing!" Jizhun cursed in a low voice and looked up at Tan Jingyang.

The low pressure released by the enemy made him very uncomfortable. The hidden guilt, worry and guilt were suppressed by the enemy in this cramped space in this way, and gradually turned into an unbearable anxiety.

"If you don't want to tell me, let me ask." Tan Jingyang maintained his position with his hands on the edge of the table, firmly trapping Ji Zhun in the middle, "You said before that you should think about it, have you thought about it now?"

Ji Zhun's heart trembled, and then he closed his eyes, suppressed the gleaming light in his eyes, and sighed softly: "Can you please stop holding me like this, with your waist pressed against me."

However, Tan Jingyang was unmoved at this time. His head was dizzy, and the blood in his body was rushing up to the Tianling Cap, beating violently. Every blow seemed to crush all the patience he had built up over a long period of time.

"If you really don't want to care about it, just leave it alone. If you don't give a response like this, you just leave, and you turn your head and ask for warmth with a ruthless look..." Tan Jingyang held back his anger, reached out and clasped Ji Zhun's chin to Lifting it up, "Jizun, do you really want to torture me to death?"

The end of the last sentence turned into a weak breath, and Tan Jingyang's voice was completely hoarse.

With his chin pinched, Ji Zhun was forced to raise his head to meet Tan Jingyang's eyes.

Once again, he caught the helplessness and vulnerability hidden under the anger in those red eyes.

That is something that has never been shown except in front of oneself.