Wei Xun annoys rich people the most.
He smells like copper, is pretentious, and wants to take a detour when he sees him.
But the newly transferred deskmate is an exception.
Wen Xiaoxiao became her deskmate on the first day she transferred to another school.
Quietly, not talking, not smiling, like a white rose growing in a glass cover.
——A mute?
Wei Xun pouted, not intending to meddle in other matters.
But the head teacher specially called her to the office: "Don't bully others."
Yes, although she, Wei Xun, was the school bully, she disdained bullying of the weak.
But this little mute kept coming to provoke her.
After school, I bumped into a little mute being blocked in an alleyway by gangsters.
Those people pulled her schoolbag and pushed her shoulders, but she didn't yell, she just pursed her lips and her eyes were red.
Wei Xun didn't know why he rushed forward.
"Go away." With one word, the gang dispersed.
The little mute looked up at her, his eyes wet, like a lake that had just rained.
Wei Xun turned away: "What are you looking at? Are you leaving?"
At the sports day, someone deliberately poured water on the little mute.
She stood there, her clothes soaked and clinging to her body, looking like a cat caught in the rain.
Wei Xun walked over and scolded the girls bloody.
"Try touching her again?"
He turned around and threw his school uniform jacket on the little mute's head: "Put it on."
On a rainy day, she passed by the school gate with an umbrella and saw the little mute standing in the rain with her schoolbag in her arms, soaked to the skin.
Wei Xun cursed, handed over the umbrella, and walked away in the rain.
After taking two steps, he came back and dragged the person under the umbrella.
"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to take shelter from the rain?"
OK.
She admitted it.
She, Wei Xun, was born to be a cow and a horse for the eldest lady.
Until that rainy night.
The little mute squatted at the door of her house, her whole body was hot, and her lips were white, like a flower that was about to wither.
Wei Xun carried the person into the house - it was so light, as light as if he had no bones.
After giving me the medicine, I covered myself with a quilt and was about to leave when my wrist was grabbed.
Cold fingers, hot palms.
The little mute stood up and came over.
A very light kiss fell on Wei Xun's lips.
Like a butterfly resting on the petals of a flower, like snowflakes falling on the eyelashes.
Wei Xun's whole body froze, from the tip of his ears to the root of his neck, it turned red like a steamed crab.
"You... What are you doing?" The voice was hoarse.
The little mute looked at her, with no trace of weakness in his wet eyes.
It was clearly a hunter looking at his prey, gently, patiently, bite by bite——
"Sister."
Wen Xiaoxiao spoke. The sound is very soft and pleasant, like a knife covered in honey.
Wei Xun was stunned.
Later she found out——
She attracted those gangsters.
That glass of water was poured on her intentionally.
In that rain, she stood in the rain and waited for her for a long time.
The most advanced hunters often appear as prey.
But Wei Xun looked at the slyly smiling little girl in his arms and just wanted to ask one question:
"What are you trying so hard for?"
Wen Xiaoxiao hooked her neck and brought it close to her ear, blowing the hot air on her ear:
"I want you."
——You are hard-spoken and soft-hearted, you secretly held an umbrella for me after scolding someone, you obviously don't like rich people, but you took me home.
Tuyou is mine.
Intention: If you like it, fight for it
