Chapter 70: Short-lived pocket watch fine 5

I don't know if it's Shang Yi's illusion, she always feels that the "handsome

fortune" tonight is generous.

In fact, in the past, although she was a local tyrant in her, if she was put

into other anchors, at most she was a bully, but tonight the handsome sum

suddenly broke out, constantly brushing gifts, blinding a vote of people. Eye,

took out the spirit of the real * Tyrant.

Did it suddenly win the jackpot?

Shang Yi guessed, then shook her head, no matter what, she was very happy to

be rich, she was slightly depressed, and she had even begun to wonder what to

buy at the market tomorrow morning.

At the end of the live broadcast, it was almost eleven o'clock, put on

pajamas, took out some old pocket watches from the neck and put them on the

bed. Before going to bed, Shang Yi looked down at Xu Zhi, a handsome little

face softened in the warm light. , Softly: "Good night, Assen."

Xu Zhi fluttered her wings and flew forward to kiss her slender eyelashes:

"Good night."

Shang Yi closed her eyes with a smile.

Xu Zhi stared at her for a while before turning off the light and sinking his

consciousness into the pocket watch.

Early the next morning, Shang Yi appeared in the classroom carrying her

schoolbag early.

It didn't take long to sit down and take out the textbook, and familiar lines

appeared in my ears:

"The supermarket won the prize, here you are!"

Then there was another can of cola.

Chen Lingjun didn't give her a chance to refuse, so she left without looking

back.

"Hey, Shang Yi, why is Chen always giving you drinks?" The girl at the same

table asked curiously.

Shang Yi frowned. Was she strange? Apparently, I almost wanted to hit her. I

suddenly changed my appearance in these two days, not only restored the normal

student's appearance, but also attended the class in peace and quiet, and even

yesterday she didn't let her continue to write assignments, let alone After a

few lessons, somehow dropped a can of Coke.

I want to say that Chen Lingjun showed her well because of the snack bar that

day, but it looks different from the expression and attitude, and still looks

like a look of no one, but to say no, is it because she lost her way and

returned to her? Compensation for this poor worm that has been squeezed?

She didn't think of the answer, Shang Yi didn't bother, she put Coke aside,

concentrated her mind, and started to recite the ancient poems aloud.

Soon, the school day was declared over. Shang Yi put away the books, and as

soon as she turned around, she saw a can of cola still in the center of the

desk.

Shang Yi: "..."

She looked silently at Chen Lingjun, who was on the side, and wanted to tell

her that there were still two cans in her desk, but she said gently: "Sister

Chen, actually drinking too much is bad for your health. "

"What are you afraid of, and it's not a man!" Chen Lingjun raised his

eyebrows, didn't care, and suddenly frowned, "Don't you like to drink Coke?"

In the face of Chen Lingjun's instantly gloomy complexion, Shang Yi silently

nodded bravely.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff.

However, Chen Lingjun suddenly laughed, patted her shoulder, and said quite

boldly: "Don't like it, say it early! It's not a big deal!"

Shang Yigang just breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Chen Lingjun say again:

"So, since you don't drink Coke, now, go to the hot pot with your sister, is

it okay?"

Shang Yi hesitated for a moment, but still refused: "Thank Sister Chen, but

there is still something in my family. I need to return sooner ..."

"Oh." Although she refused unexpectedly, Chen Lingjun's expression was

obviously lost, but she didn't understand what she had lost.

Watching Shang Yi out of the classroom door, one of Chen ’s head classmates,

Fei Cheng, a senior two-dimensional man, could n’t bear to look at his boss ’s

“sudden loss”, so he used his words and said earnestly: “Sister, give up, why

not How can a flower give up the whole forest? "

Seeing that Chen Lingjun's expression was touched, Fei Cheng rushed to make

persistent efforts, and bitterly continued to mutter, although true love has

no gender, but attraction of the opposite ** is science or something like

balabala ...

When he was dry, Chen Lingjun looked at him quietly, and said, "What kind of

milk do you like, Shang Yi?"

Fei Cheng: "..."

Exhausted.

It's night, a cool room with orange lights.

The man with a long body and long black hair arbitrarily burying his head in

the girl's fair neck, felt the girl's slight tremor, he reached out his hand,

gently wrapped around her waist, and gave silent comfort.

In such a silent night, Xu Zhi could clearly hear the sound of his fangs

piercing the skin, and the sweet smell of blood diffused in the air. The warm

liquid flowed between his throat. He closed his eyes and controlled He kept

screaming cheerfully, until he felt that it was already Shang Yi's limit, and

with his own strongest self-control, he put away the sharp tiger teeth, slowly

raised his head, and his ** eyes gradually became blue and purple.

This is the ritual necessary for him to maintain his body. As he gets stronger

and stronger, the contractor needs more and more blood, and the frequency has

changed from once a month at the beginning to twice a week now, although Shang

Yi barely contradicted, but he was still careful enough to keep his desires

under control without affecting the opponent's body.

Looking at the two holes they made, Xu Zhi squinted slightly, suddenly lowered

his head, and licked the blood flowing out of Shang Yi's neck with his tongue.

Shang Yi couldn't help but trembled and gave a short gasp. She couldn't help

but reach out and pushed back, but her legs were soft and she almost fell to

the ground. The schoolbag on the cabinet also fell because of this collision.

After that, several books slipped to the ground.

Xu Zhi held her in time, but her eyes fell on those books, showing a weird

smile.

Shang Yi turned her head in confusion, and at a glance she saw the pink

envelope that came out of the textbook. She squatted down and hurriedly

clamped it back into the textbook and put it in the schoolbag.

Xu Zhi looked at her flushed cheeks, suddenly a little interested, raised an

eyebrow and said: "Love letter?"

Shang Yi blushed and said at a volume not much larger than a mosquito: "No

..."

Xu Zhi: ← _ ←

At the look of his stingy eyes, Shang Yi pursed his lips, annoyed him what

shyness he was, calmed down, and said directly: "Our monitor has transferred

to school today. This is the last thing he secretly gave me. Good excerpt,

leave me a memorial. "

Their squad leader is Yang Xuhua, who looks like a talented person, and his

class is called grass, and he has been very good with everyone. He left,

including Shang Yi, everyone was very reluctant, and the squad leader was

considered Shang Yi is the only boy in the class who is closer, because they

both have a common hobby-extracting some beautiful and elegant sentences from

magazines, novels, and textbooks, and treasure them.

However, Yang Xuhua was more enthusiastic than Shang Yi, copying several small

books, perhaps because of this, and he always showed a melancholic temperament

in his body, which fascinated many girls in the school.

A girl of this age, even if it is Shang Yi, looks like a nerd, has been with

Yang Xuhua for a long time, and there is a hazy feeling in her heart, so she

will be ashamed until she finds out the happiness of this suspected love

letter.

Maybe it really is a love letter? Ah, the first love letter I received in my

life, I was a little excited.

So, after avoiding Xu Zhi, Shang Yi opened the letter with faint expectations.

Then she saw a manuscript paper that seemed to be torn from the workbook.

The smile on the corner of the mouth freezes for a second, and Shang Yi

unfolds it.

She twitched her lips and finished reading the text with a strange expression.

11. I've been there before ...

12. If you can't forget ...

13. Many times, in fact, we are awakened by dreams, pulled by the mind, and

chased by the days ...

...

Finally came a sentence:

pain. Does it hurt or hurt? Is there a difference?

Distressed and heartache. Is there a difference?

Shang Yi: ... It's really an excerpt!

What hurts what hurts! Is her girl's heart broken? !!

Shang Yi silently stuffed the letter back in, sorted out her mood, lay down

after washing, drowsily struck after a while, wrapped her eyes in a quilt.

And her little friend Xu Zhi, at this moment had shrunk into the pocket watch

and went to sleep.

As she wanted to digest the energy contained in Shang Yi's blood, she felt

extra sleep to sleep. When she opened her eyes the next day, she flew out of

her pocket watch refreshingly. She just returned from the market to buy

vegetables, holding two in her hand. Bulging plastic bags.

This day is a rare weekend. Shang Yi has already set up a schedule, and making

a good table to supplement herself is also within her plan.

She put her things on the table, and suddenly she put her hands on her

forehead and shook her body twice.

Xu Zhi flew in front of her, but found that she was extremely pale, her skin

was dull, and she looked very weak.

He jumped in his heart and wanted to help Shang Yi, but now this little body

has nowhere to work, and can only ask: "Shang Yi, are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm okay," Shang Yi said with a bare smile, "It's just that the sun outside

is too big and a little dizzy."

Xu Zhi was still frowning, Shang Yi was like this ... It was almost like

falling down in the next second.

Then, a thump, Shang Yi's face was down, and she really couldn't support and

fell to the bed.

Xu Zhi turned the person over and checked it. He had no fever, and his heart

rate was normal... He glanced over the bloodless face and cast it into the

warm sunlight outside the window.

Excessive bleeding?

It is clear that Shangyi has always adapted well, and he also confirmed that

he controlled his blood consumption well last night.

But now is not a time to think too much, Xu Zhigang just pulled out the phone

from Shang Yi's pocket, and suddenly there was a "knock" knock on the door.