"Hey, Yan Hesheng, can you control your heart rate? It's about to pop out." Zhang Nianheng raised his eyebrows and chewed the gum in his mouth carelessly.
Yan Hesheng subconsciously pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and stammered, "Yes... No... I'm sorry, Brother Heng! I'm already very restrained." His handsome and clean face was stained with a hint of crimson, and a trace of entanglement and shyness seemed to flash through his clear and bright eyes.
Zhang Nianheng came closer, leaned down, and breathed into Yan Hesheng's red ears as if unintentionally, and showed a ruffian smile: "Classmate, your ears are very red."
Purpose: We should not be imprisoned in the name of love