Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

"Oh," Gu Bai looked down at his watch, "then wash early. You go to your house to get your schoolbag first. I'll call you after I make breakfast."

"Oh, oh good," Fang Chen randomly nodded, quickly picked up one side of the clothes to put on.

Gu Bai also opened the quilt, reached for his school uniform shirt and dressed it slowly.

His skin is very white. Although he is thin, his muscles are not enough. His lines are smooth and powerful. Especially that pair of slender legs, without a trace of fat, more beautiful than girls.

Fang Chen's throat rolled unconsciously.

Gu Bai glanced at him askance, as if he didn't understand: "don't you go yet?"

He was born with delicate facial features. Rao Shi's movements are also very good-looking, with a bit of unspeakable charm in the extreme coldness.

Fang Chen rubbed a bounce from the bed, hurriedly put on the shoes and ran to the bathroom.

He slammed the door and gasped with his back against it.

Hand caresses chest, the heartbeat that accelerates suddenly lets square Chen some don't understand.

What's going on?

In the brain suddenly appeared every day's face, that pair of qinglingling eyes, deep as the abyss, as if by a layer of thick fog.

Fang Chen suddenly thought that he wanted to get rid of the fog.

He thought that in those eyes, clearly, only his appearance was reflected.

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Fang Chen took back his schoolbag from his home and put it on his shoulder. When he returned to the Song family, Gu Bai had already prepared a simple breakfast.

He solved his share in three or two, turned his head and looked at Gu Bai, and drank the milk slowly.

When he put down the cup, his lips were stained with a little. Gu Bai unconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang Chen did not open his sight.

He stood up and urged: "go, go, you're going to be late!"

"Good." Gu Bai's lips, if there seems to be no ground to hook up, tidied up, carried his bag, and followed Fang Chen to the bus station to wait for the bus.

It's the peak time for work and school. After they swipe their cards and get on the bus, they can only stand in the crowd.

Gu Bai was shorter than him, and his eyes dropped slightly, revealing his slender white neck.

With the inertia of braking, Gu Bai deliberately pours on Fang Chen's body, and his strength is just right.

The light fragrance of Gu Bai's body comes from the tip of his nose, and that pretty face seems to be touching. Fang Chen can't help recalling what happened last night.

That warm kiss.

"Is it hot?" Gu Bai suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Fang Chen didn't respond.

Gu Bai said, "your face is very red."

He said, Fang Chen seems to feel the hot face temperature, faltering to answer: "people, too many people."

Gu Bai fixed his eyes on him, then turned to the beginning: "Oh."

He was not a talkative person, and Fang Chen was unusually quiet. He was speechless until the bus stopped at the platform in front of the school.

Two people poked the crowd out of the car, Fang Chen wiped a forehead sweat, some uncomfortable: "I go, too many people."

Gu Bai didn't speak, but looked in a direction with deep eyes.

Fang Chen follows his line of sight to see past, originally is Lin Hao Yu they.

Lin Haoyu looked at Gu Bai with great interest, slowly came over and said with a smile, "yes, Xueba, I thought you were still in the equipment room."

It's OK not to mention this. Fang Chen is like a firecracker. He hums coldly: "you'd better hurry home today, or I can't help beating you into a pig's head."

"Yo," Lin Haoyu looked at him fearlessly and sneered, "if you want to beat me, Xueba will beat me. It's none of your business."

Fang Chen eyebrows a horizontal, roll up sleeves, is ready to come forward, but Gu Bai stopped.

"It's time for class. Ignore him." Gu Bai takes a cold look at Lin Haoyu and pulls Fang Chen away.

Now it's at the gate of the school. If they are caught fighting by surveillance, they will definitely be demerited.

He's OK, but Fang Chen has a criminal record. He's in his third year of high school, so he'd better make less trouble.

Lin Haoyu, holding his head in both hands, followed them in no hurry. A pair of extremely leisurely appearance, almost holding a cigarette.