Chapter 122: School grass Boyfriend is a ghost (4)

Jessica almost jumped.

Behind her, Hao mother looked at her disapprovingly, what jump at home?"

"..."

Jessica said nothing and stared at the ghost next to her.

The young man's eyes curved into a beautiful curve, exposing the small dimples on the cheek, smiling.

... A terrible child.

Even if it's cute, it's still

A terrible child.

Jessica walked into the room and watched him float in with a look of entitlement. Then she looked at the pink tones of the room and blinked her long eyelashes:

"I don't sleep in beds with pink lace."

Jessica closed the door and hehehe: "Didn't say let you sleep in bed, where you sleep is not the same?"

She went into the bathroom, closed the door, took a good bath and came out, but saw that the teenager who had just said that he did not sleep in bed was obediently lying on the bed, the white quilt rolled on the body, only showing a beautiful face.

He looked at her with open eyes.

Jessica: "... Can you still touch objects?"

"That's right." The young man bent his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, and his face was sleepy.

"Good night."

"..."

Jessica grinds her teeth, looks at him for a while and finally just sighs helplessly.

As she sat in class, Jessica's face remained blank.

Although the school grass has a beautiful face, most of the time cool and handsome, occasionally like a child soft cute...

But!

His heart, but nothing, comparison, yellow, violent!

When he looked straight at him, with a smile in his voice, slowly describing what he wanted to do... Jessica's ears turned red.

That's not how the original owner remembers Zero.

The most profound impression of the original owner is that when the winter morning exercise, a group of boys on the playground body uncoordinated movement, only the slender young man, lazily standing outside the team, the hand shrunk in the pocket of the clothes, the eyes light, careless, and clear cold.

The sports and sports commissioner in his class is a girl and always gives him the task of supervising morning exercises.

Only in this way, in the morning, there is an excuse for dialogue, in order to exchange a teenager's eyes, lazily say know.

In the girls' mind, Zero is not too tall and cold. Young people sometimes smile, beautiful eyes and eyebrows are young wanton. But he's very difficult to get close to.

It's very, very hard. He doesn't have any friends.

From these fragmentary memories, pieced together, is a heart-stirring pure white boy, is not an invincible gangster heart.

Jessica deadpanned.

Just in time to rearrange the seats this week, Zero slouched in the seat next to her.

People who pass by feel a cold feeling, the body is a step faster than the brain, subconsciously avoid there.

After the class is seated, Jessica sits in the front of the center,

The head teacher looked around for a week, and strangely pointed to several students behind, "Yang, aren't your eyes bad, there are seats here, Ying, why do you sit so behind, the front won't block it?" One of you, come and sit in the front."

The students who were named shrank their heads, "It's okay, teacher, it's good to sit here."

"... All right." The head teacher gave the students a few strange looks and finally had to nod.

There was an empty space beside Jessica.

She glanced at the seat beside her, lying on the desk with a smile on his face, a little helpless.

She took a post-it out of the drawer and wrote on the note: This is not good, sitting like this is too conspicuous.

The young man sat up, his broken black hair covered half his eyebrows, and his voice was lazy: "Where is not good, I think it is very good." Do you want to sit at the same table?"

His pretty dark eyes stared at her, his thin lips were smiling, but under the delicate smile, Jessica clearly saw the threat.

She shook her head wisely and wrote on the paper: no one wants to sit at the same table with you, it is good to sit with you.

The boy smiled with satisfaction. His face, whiter in the sun, drew close, with a patch of gold at the end of his lashes, and he blew behind her ear:

The class teacher is talking on the podium. It is a common motivational word in senior three. The class is silent.

Her eyes were straight ahead, and her hand gently twisted Zero's waist under the table,

He wrapped it up, his long, white arm around her waist, his thin lips against her face, his open lips around her earlobes, his white teeth gently grinding.

Jessica stiffened and her eyelashes quivered.

... This guy!