Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Tang Xia almost fled back to the dormitory in a panic.

When entering the door, Pei Xiao happened to be crawling to the upper bunk, when the doorknob hit the wall, and there was an earth-shattering "bang!"

"Ouch—" Pei Xiao stepped on the ground, but fortunately, he moved quickly and grabbed the railing with both hands, so he didn't fall off.

Tang Xia was so frightened that her face changed, she rushed over and asked, "Are you okay?" Her tone was nervous, mixed with a bit of apology.

Pei Xiao himself broke out in a cold sweat. He raised the back of his hand and wiped his forehead, let out a sigh of relief, and replied, "I can't die, I just have a heart attack because of you."

Tang Xia thumped her forehead in frustration.

"What's the matter, what are you talking about?" Pei Xiao turned over and lay down, covered the quilt and moaned twice in satisfaction, "You don't usually look like this."

Speaking of this, Tang Xia immediately remembered what Pan Ziyan said to herself outside the dormitory just now.

The girl changed the topic vaguely, and picked up the hot water bottle as an excuse to fetch water.

Pei Xiao pouted, hugging the vocabulary booklet, and began to memorize it while yawning.

It was late at night, and the corridor was quiet except for the dim light above the head, emitting a faint light. In another ten minutes or so, it was time to turn off the lights, so there was no one in the place where the water was fetched. After all, most of the dormitory students had already washed up.

Tang Xia put the hot water bottle on it, swiped her campus card, and hot water flowed out and poured into the mouth of the bottle.

Taking advantage of this moment, she took out her mobile phone in her pocket, wanting to see if Han Yu had replied to the message.

Coincidentally, the phone suddenly vibrated, and then the screen lit up, showing the familiar note name.

Tang Xia frowned, and when she pressed the answer button, even her voice was full of joy.

"Han Yu," the girl said in a low voice, afraid of disturbing the dormitory auntie, "why didn't you go to study by yourself at night?"

The boy on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be in the room, and there was a whistling wind blowing past his ears, making even his words blurred.

"Tang Xia, I will avenge you."

Just one sentence, solemn and serious.

"Ah?" Tang Xia was taken aback, not knowing why.

Han Yu held the phone between his shoulders and the side of his face, then squatted down, tugged at the back collar of the man on the ground, and said in a low voice, "How do you think it will make you feel better?"

Through the screen, Tang Xia heard someone on the other side yelling "Ah, ah!", followed by Han Yu's vicious warning—

"I haven't touched you yet, what's your name!"

The girl was confused, "Han Yu, what are you doing?"

The boy glanced at the person curled up in a ball in the corner, and couldn't help punching him first.

"That pervert," Han Yu gritted his teeth, and at the same time he said this, his eyes were cold, cutting the nerves of the shivering man on the ground like a knife, "I found him, and now he is next to me. Tell me, how do you compare? Relief?"

Tang Xia's heart trembled.

"ah!"

Han Yu was waiting for the girl's answer, but he didn't think about it, and heard her scream suddenly.

"Tang Xia?" The young man froze, and asked worriedly when he got up, "What's going on?"

The girl squeezed the phone, fearing that Han Yu would hear the sound, she quickly pressed the recording hole, and kept rubbing her thigh with the other hand.

I was so absorbed in the phone that I forgot that I was still receiving hot water, but the water was full and splashed all over my body.

Fortunately, the school uniform has not been changed. Although it is thin, it will not directly burn the skin. Instead, the insteps of the slippers were splashed with hot water, and instantly turned red.

"It's okay, I accidentally hit my knee," Tang Xia lied, turned around and walked back with the hot water bottle in hand, "How...how did you find him?"

She may still have lingering fears, so when she asked questions, her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Han Yu heard it, tried his best to soften his tone, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will send this person to the police station later." He stayed at school during school hours for two consecutive weeks, and if he couldn't be caught again, God is really blind.

As soon as the words fell, Han Yu added: "But before that, we can give him some color, otherwise it will be too cheap for him."

Tang Xia was startled, afraid that Han Yu's attack would be too severe, and if someone died, it would be him who caused the catastrophe.

"Don't, don't, don't!" the girl tried to dissuade, "Don't be impulsive, let the police handle the matter, go back to school early, it's too late."

Han Yu didn't speak, but stared coldly at the man on the ground, a burst of nameless anger welled up in his chest.

In fact, he really endured it for a long time.

Ever since Tang Xia cried and said that she had encountered a pervert that day, Han Yu's boredom and anger never stopped. So he ran outside after class every day, and took turns guarding each school when school was over.

Because he didn't know what the pervert looked like, he didn't want to ask Tang Xia, worried that bringing up the old story would affect the girl's mood. Therefore, Han Yu simply searched for schools one by one. Although it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, there would always be a clue one day.

In particular, if the pervert got his hands on Tang Xia, then he would be excited and look forward to the next action even more.

Before Han Yu called Tang Xia, he had already beaten Tang Xia severely.

It's just that he still doesn't think it's enough. Knowing that girls are used to making big things small and small things small, he still hopes to respect her choice.

Even if she chooses to give up revenge.

"You," Han Yu helplessly, sighed in a deep voice, turned the irritability that had nowhere to vent into a hard foot, and stomped heavily on the man's back, "Forget it, I'll go back later, you go to bed first, see you tomorrow. "

"The lights will be turned off soon. When the access control time is up, why are you coming back?" Tang Xia asked anxiously.

"Beep beep—" There was a short tone from the phone.

Han Yu hung up.

Tang Xia was taken aback.

That night, the boy did not return to the dormitory.

In the early morning of the next day, Pan Ziyan was drinking soy milk in the classroom while copying homework, but the desk and chair suddenly shook. She turned her eyes and saw Han Yu sitting down with two dark circles under her eyes.

"Hey," she laughed, "why did you go last night, looking like a ghost?"

"I want you to take care of it." Han Yu threw the bag into the desk drawer, and the whole person lay down, and the long eyelashes covered a large shadow on the eyelids.

Pan Ziyan bit her pen, looking at the young boy's exquisite sleeping face.

He is really good-looking, even if his face is haggard, he still can't resist the handsomeness and handsomeness that rushes towards him.

"It's just that I have a bad temper..." Pan Ziyan muttered, just about to continue copying homework, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and found that Han Yu's left arm resting on his head was beyond the 38th line between the two seats.

Pan Ziyan rolled her eyeballs, her brows were stained with pride.

Finally got her chance too!

Pan Ziyan straightened her neck and glanced back and forth to make sure that the students in the classroom did not notice her, then smiled slyly and pointed the tip of the pen at Han Yu's clean and tidy school uniform.

When Tang Xia entered the door, it was not too early or too late, just in time to see Pan Ziyan blinking her eyes excitedly, her gaze wandering back and forth on the face of the young man beside her.

She felt a sudden tingle.