You are a rampant poison, I can only fight fire with poison!
If it hadn't been for the falling snow that day, Mu Yun probably wouldn't have met Jian Yin.
At this moment, this bastard was pulling Mu Yun's ponytail and forcing him to salute.
"One bow—two bows—"
"Jian Yin, please stop, or you'll have to wait for a severe punishment!" Mu Yun's loose hair flew into her mouth, and she felt uncomfortable being pulled by her braid and bent over.
"Big punishment? I'm so scared - since there will be torture soon, I can't let go easily."
Jian Yin's shameless laughter echoed in her ears, and Mu Yun yelled angrily with pain in her back, "Why do you always tease me, you bastard?"
Jian Yin sneered, "You damn girl, you are a rampaging poison. I can only fight poison with poison!" As he spoke, he pulled Mu Yun's head down by her braids.
Mu Yun fumbled for a pair of scissors from the desk and gestured at Jian Yin randomly.
Jian Yin lowered his head, and Mu Yun, who was bent down, was using the scissors to make gestures in front of his special part, emitting streaks of silver light.
...
It is indeed torture, so be cruel!
"Help..." Jian Yin let go of the braid in his hand and ran out of the classroom.
Mu Yun was 16 years old that year, and Jian Yin's lingering ghost invaded her entire country.
Three years later, the flowers are still blooming and the situation is different.
Even if there was a glimmer of hope, Mu Yun would have to escape from her old enemy, but he was entangled in her life string like a tight knot.
Mu Yun didn't understand love at that time, and Jian Yin didn't understand lovers at that time.
The returning young gentleman is modest.
Fortunately, the thin portion is still there, and it's not too late.