She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 580 "Classmate Jing Xing, please respect yourself."

This news will definitely be featured in the Xiangzhou Evening News, and she can even think of the title.

——On New Year’s Eve, a high school student in a certain school in our city brutally raped his sister Qingmei because he was dissatisfied with his boyfriend’s night party. Although his boyfriend’s injuries were not serious, he was in danger of being disfigured because he was hit on the head by a birdcage.

——What made her choose to kill her in this tens of thousands of reunion festivals?Is it the loss of morality, or the distortion of human nature?

Seeing that the angry little glutinous rice dumpling was about to leave, Jing Xing stretched out his hand to hold her, and then pulled her into his arms with force with his wrist.

Lin Qingyou was staggered by him, and she lay on his chest.

Holding his arm and steadying her body, she raised her head and stared at him angrily: "What are you doing?"

He didn't push him away.

Jing Xing put his hand on her waist and looked at her with downcast eyes: "Are you angry?"

"..."

Is this even a question?
It's obvious.

Lin Qingyou turned her head away and did not speak.

Seeing this, Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, he simply picked her up, put her on the table behind him, and said in a low voice, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"..."

Lin Qingyou puffed her mouth, but still didn't speak.

The desk in the study was very high. After she sat on it, she couldn't step on it, and her two slender legs were hanging in the air.

The two hands were still being held by Jing Xing, there was no point of support.

This posture made her feel very insecure.

Lin Qingyou struggled with her wrist, trying to put her hands on the table and sit down a little further.

Jing Xing grasped her hand even tighter.

"Let go of my hand first." Lin Qingyou couldn't break free, kicked him a little angrily, but had no choice but to hold on to his hand because there was no support point.

"You're holding on so tightly, how can you let me loose?" Jing Xing looked down at her with a slow tone.

Lin Qingyou: "..."

This is a good question.

"Okay, I let go." Not intending to tangle with him on this issue, Lin Qingyou simply let go.

Fall backwards, let's fall, she doesn't believe that he can really watch her fall backwards without moving?
Seeing this, Jing Xing curled his lips, and let go as she said.

But then, his hands fell to her waist, hugged her like a child, and put her behind the table.

After she sat down firmly, he put his hands on the sides of her thighs in this position, and then slowly pushed her down.

Lin Qingyou paused for a moment, and a very clean smell of washing powder penetrated her nostrils, mixed with a little freshness of lime.

This is the smell of Jing Xing.

She didn't look up, but leaned back, as if she wanted to distance herself from him.

She still remembered that she was in a mood, and it was outrageous to be so close now.

At least you have to give the three words "disturbing emotions" a little face.

"Student Jing Xing, please respect yourself." Lin Qingyou raised her arm, tapped her fingertips on his shoulder, and slowly pushed him away with a serious tone, "Please keep a safe distance from me."

It looks like I don't know you well.

Jing Xing couldn't help but laugh, why did he bring self-respect into it?

Just as he was about to say something, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of a long skirt that was not hidden by the door. He squinted his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became deeper.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingyou's senses have always been keen, and she noticed his emotional changes in almost a second.

The expression on Jing Xing's face didn't change, as if he didn't see the hem of the long skirt, he just lowered his eyes and kissed her, and asked in a dragging voice, "Are you still angry?"

"Don't kiss me." Lin Qingyou turned her head awkwardly, and then said, "I'm not angry."

"You're not angry yet." Jing Xing smiled lowly and bit the corner of her lips, "Are you so angry that you want to keep a safe distance from me?"

Lin Qingyou looked at him, and said slowly: "I keep you and me at a safe distance for the sake of your life."

After all, what if she loses her temper and knocks the birdcage over his head?
Such a handsome face, if it is disfigured, it would be a waste of money.

However, Jing Xing leaned closer, with an uncontrollable smile in his voice: "Isn't there a saying that is very good, hitting is kissing, scolding is love."

He lowered his eyes, looked into her eyes, and his voice turned into a vague voice: "Come on, do it."

"..."

After a while, Lin Qingyou nodded in resignation: "Okay, I admit defeat."

Can't tell, can't tell him at all.

"I won't talk to you anymore." She pushed him and wanted to jump off the table.

Jing Xing held her down slowly.

"What are you doing?" Lin Qingyou raised her eyes, but she was obedient and didn't move.

She wasn't really losing her temper with him, could she not understand Jing Xing's temperament, but seeing him and Wen Ya chatting so happily on the balcony made her feel a little awkward.

After all, among the flowers that Wen Ya mentioned, there was really one thing that struck a point of her disgust.

She never had the opportunity to participate in Jing Xing's childhood, but there was a shadow of Wen Ya.

"I want to tell you something." Jing Xing said with lowered eyes.

He lowered his head and pressed closer, Lin Qingyou leaned back, and was held by him, moving upwards.

She hooked his neck and fixed his figure
Forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

A very intimate gesture.

Jing Xing said in a low voice: "My past memory is basically occupied by a large blank area, and no one has left any traces."

He spoke slowly, pronounced clearly, and his voice became serious: "Perhaps, for others, I did participate in their lives, but for me, those memories are nothing."

Lin Qingyou understood what he was saying.

He was explaining to her what Wen Ya said earlier.

Perhaps, for Wen Ya, he occupied most of her dreams when she was young, but for Jing Xing, these are just ordinary memories in his life.

In his life trajectory, Wen Ya is no different from a passer-by on the side of the road. Even if he has the blessing of being a grandfather's best friend and granddaughter, even if he met him when he was a child, it can't change anything.

Because I don't care, I don't even bother to keep the memory.

It was already night, the surroundings were very quiet, and there was no one on the second floor.

Wen Ya stood at the half-closed door of the study room, listening to the clearest voices coming from the room, every word fell into her ears.

With a pale face, Wen Ya hugged her arms and squatted down slowly.

She didn't want to listen any more, but the voice in the study still eroded her reason little by little.

It made her realize once again that he is such a gentle, yet indifferent person who is almost cruel.

It's just that his tenderness has never been given to others.

(End of this chapter)