Quick Wear: The host is soft and tender, very kissable

Chapter 154 The bully who forces love to rise (5)

Xing Mohan's brain completely froze. The girl's vibrato was so alluring and seductive that he didn't dare to move. He put his ear against the warm lips and felt his body become unusually stiff.

He would do such a thing. It is absolutely out of his character to do such a beast.

Xing Mohan felt the heat on his ears, along with the sound of his breathing, and he began to waver, feeling, as if, was it possible that he really would?

That scene was lingering in his mind. He began to doubt himself, his sharp mind started to become unclear, and he fell step by step into the love web woven by someone.

"Then how did you spy on it?"

Xing Mohan was a little shy, his voice was hoarse, as if having a wife was not unacceptable.

"Ah, are those real?"

Liu Ruyan shyly covered her cheeks with her hands and continued to explain the whole story: "I have been dreaming about someone off and on for several years. There has always been a man in my dreams until I saw your face."

Xing Mohan suppressed the restlessness in his body, frowned and thought deeply, was he dreaming?

"I'm stupid. The man in my dream is a top student who taught me a lot. He told me to work hard and he doesn't like stupid people."

As the girl spoke, he became more and more involved. Was it him who cultivated her to excellence step by step?

The happiness of nurturing seems to be the way he likes it.

"You...you are really my future wife?" Xing Mohan murmured, with confusion and surprise, but no disgust. He even began to accept it and started to attack herself.

"Ah, I... I'm not sure either. If those are true, then there is a high probability that they will be true in the future!"

Liu Ruyan spoke in confusion, her blushing face almost shrinking into her sleeves.

There was no trace of sadness in the eyes of the person who lowered his head. His eyes were full of smiles. Is the IQ of the top student really 180? Is he so easy to be deceived?

"Wife?"

The sudden appearance of his wife made him dizzy, and the touching voice kept appearing in his mind, making him feel more and more itchy.

Thinking of the scene she described, his cold eyes lit up frighteningly.

Ouyang Xuan, who had found the person, came over and saw this scene. His good brother called the girl he liked "wife", and the girl shyly agreed.

He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and the green grassland above his head was so green that it made him feel uneasy.

"Are you crazy, Mo Han, what are you shouting about?" Ouyang Xuan was very strong. He pulled the man over with a sinister look in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat him.

"It hurts, you lunatic, go away."

Liu Ruyan broke free from Ouyang Xuan's restraints, hid behind Xing Mohan, looked at the person who came with frightened eyes, and grasped the corner of Xing Mohan's clothes dependently.

Ouyang Xuan exploded instantly, stepped on the fallen books, and even crushed them. His footprints fell on the snow-white paper and tore it into pieces.

"Woman, come here, don't tell me to do it again."

The violence between Ouyang Xuan's brows was as if he was stepping on someone through the book under his feet, and he was extremely manic.

"Ouyang Xuan, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Xing Mohan stared at the newcomer with dissatisfaction. Going crazy in front of him, didn’t he see that he scared his future wife?

Seeing that the person behind him did not move, Ouyang Xuan wanted to reach out and grab Liu Ruyan, but was blocked by Xing Mohan's hand.

"Get out of the way. Stay out of the matter between her and me." Ouyang Xuan's voice was a little exasperated. He was even more unhappy about being stopped, and his heart was bitter.

"No, you can't hurt her." Xing Mohan was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what his future wife's name was yet, and he was too embarrassed to call her that in front of acquaintances.

"Mo Han, are we still good brothers?" Ouyang Xuan was incredulous and at the same time felt sad. There must be something special between them.

Xing Mohan glanced at him: Haha, even if he is a good brother, you can't covet his wife, let alone she is not him.

"No, ahem..., what's your name?"

Xing Mohan turned to look at the person behind him and asked in a soft voice.

He has already decided that Liu Ruyan is his wife. He likes her looks and voice. If not her wife, then what else could she be?

"Don't you know her?" Ouyang Xuan automatically ignored his good brother's previous words and pointed at Liu Ruyan happily.

I don't even know their names. Was I hallucinating just now? If Xing Mohan wasn't pulled by Xing Mohan to integrate into the group, no one would have paid any attention to a nerdy and taciturn person like him.

"know."

The two spoke in unison, in perfect harmony.

"Ahem...what?"

Ouyang Xuan's good mood did not last for three seconds before he was interrupted by the two people looking at each other affectionately.

Liu Ruyan answered quickly: "My name is Ruyan, is your name Mohan?"

"Xing Mohan"

"Ouyang Xuan"

The two of them spoke at the same time, as if they were competing for the right to know each other first.

The ding-dong sound of the bell was shrill. Liu Ruyan looked anxious and stamped her feet, as if she was about to cry.

"Oh, no, Mo Han, where is the teaching building for Class 2, Grade 3?"

"What's wrong over there?"

Seeing that she was anxious, Xing Mohan pointed in the direction without thinking too much. His delicate voice had a trailing sound, and anyone who heard it would not be confused. After all, his wife's words were always pleasant to hear.

Ouyang Xuan's gaze naturally fell on the girl's fair and smooth feet, and his mind was full of thoughts about the feeling of touching them.

"Mo Han, I'm leaving first." Liu Ruyan said goodbye with a polite smile, and ran away in a hurry. Her speed was so fast that no one had a chance to catch her.

"and many more."

Ouyang Xuan went forward to catch him but was pulled back by Xing Mohan: "What are you doing? Ouyang, the school hunk, is pestering people? This is not your style!"

Xing Mohan could see that something was wrong with him. He knew this man had a special hobby. The way he looked at his wife just now made him want to hit him.

"Haha... this isn't the style of Mr. Xing!"

The two of them disliked each other.

"Don't use that trick on Ruyan." Xing Mohan gave a warning look.

Ouyang Xuan raised his lips in disdain: "Why? Are you interested? Do you want to play together?"

Xing Mohan instantly lost his composure, grabbed Ouyang Xuan by the collar and punched him on the chin.

Ouyang Xuan returned a punch rudely, hitting Xing Mohan on the side of the face: "Haha..., you are angry."

Ouyang Xuan's heartbeat quickened, his amusement deepened, and his provocative eyes were filled with excitement and agitation.

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and they began to struggle, and their actions gradually became more intense.

"Stop your stupid games."

Ouyang Xuan sneered. He, who was in better physical condition, pushed Xing Mohan to the ground and punched him in the abdomen: "Haha, the more you say that, Xing Mohan, the more I want to do it!"

"you…"

Xing Mohan was filled with anger. He should have thought that no one targeted by Ouyang Xuan could escape, Ruyan was so beautiful and charming.

This person who had liked to steal his things since childhood became even more interested and thoughtful.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. Blood stained his pure white shirt. Why couldn't he keep calm?

Ouyang Xuan did not miss any move of his good brother. His eyes changed from amusement to guilt. Was he going too far?

At this time, someone hurried over. The petite Mu Yunyun had a face full of anxiety and distress.

"Ah, Brother Xuan, what are you doing?"

His voice was nervous and trembling, and he wanted to step forward and touch the bruises on Ouyang Xuan's face out of heartache.

The followers behind him exclaimed, and Mo Xi's originally calm expression suddenly became unsteady when he saw Xing Mohan's face clearly.

Mo Xi cried, revealing her distress. She pushed Mu Yunyun away and squeezed between the two of them: "Xing, are you okay?"

"Ruyan..." Xing Mohan whispered softly with his bloodstained lips, his voice gentle and affectionate, like the notes flowing from a cello, sexy and low.

Mo Xi was stunned when he reacted. He lowered his head and his face gradually distorted. Were they fighting for a woman?