Escape from the School of Lust (MTL) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 41

Be Good, Don't Watch

　　 Wansha was done originally, and I will never be ready to see him again. The moment Fu Yiheng returned, his head was hot, dragging his paralyzed legs, and ran toward him with his full strength.

　　Fu Yiheng stretched out his hand facing him, grabbed Wansha, and pressed her into his chest tightly with his arms.

　　As the rain drifted down, Wansha was soaked in cold water, ironing his drenched black shirt, not feeling a bit cold, but wanted to lean tighter, better melt into his body.

　　The late cover was white, and it was not so simple to lose sight of Fu Yiheng's appearance. He hurriedly picked up his chair, smashed the windshield of the window, and fled.

　　Fu Yiheng swept toward the broken window coldly, with a contemptuous arc at the corner of his lips, retracted his gaze, and whispered to Wan Sha, "I'll send you home first."

　　Wan Sha shook his head vigorously, "You can't let the late seal, he is a murderer. "Demon!"

　　Fu Yiheng hugged her sideways and strode toward the dormitory: "No need to worry about this, I will end up for you in the future."

　　On the way to the bedroom, the shower stopped.

　　Wan Sha changed her clothes, lay in bed to cultivate, spread out her red and swollen palms, and looked at the bloody wound cut for self-rescue.

　　Lifting his eyes, he saw a pair of black leather gloves that stretched out diagonally, held up her swollen palm and applied iodophor to the wound.

　　Wansha's palm was so hot that she couldn't help hissing.

　　Fu Yiheng stopped his movements, patrolling her complexion with dark eyes, and continued to apply iodophor with a lot of gentle movement.

　　Thinking of her brother Ping Baimeng's injustice, the junior high school friend was raped and killed in the wilderness. Wansha's nose was sour, the tear glands couldn't restrain the tears he secreted, and she stubbornly swirled in her eye sockets: "Take killing as pleasure, how can there be such a cruel person!"

　　"He is an anti-social personality, and there is no empathy. "Fu Yiheng wrapped up the wound with a bandage, and said in a light tone," Just like me. "

　　Wan Shawei froze:" How could you be like him, he is a perverted murderer. "

　　Fu Yiheng said: "There are differences, but the essence is the same. "

　　Wan yarn light lower lip, he Wangle Yan aloof facial features, a kind of burnout feeling tired, head buried in the bed, like a child denied:" I do not believe. "There was a rustling undressing sound from behind, the corner of the quilt was lifted, and the hot, firm chest pressed against her.

　　Wan Sha's body was slightly stiff, thinking about what he wanted, like every night before.

　　However, Fu Yiheng just hugged her, with his arms lightly resting on her waist, the mint smell lingering around her body, and the heat he exhaled beside her ears, familiar and comfortable.

　　"Go to sleep," he said.

　　The simple words made her settle down and closed her eyes to light sleep.

　　In the middle of the night, Wan Sha woke up from her dream and subconsciously leaned over to her side, only touching the cold blanket.

　　She sat up quickly, turned on the bedside lamp, and the lighted room contained only the shadow of her sitting alone.