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The ancients said, 'A peony flower dies, a ghost is always amorous, and there is even a saying of' anger for a beauty '. In order to show that I am sincere to you, even if I am expelled from the school, what is there to fear? Tong Mengyao, stop lying to yourself. You also like me. Be my girlfriend!" Hua Qianlou continued to brazenly use his method of picking up girls. The current him had an unswerving pride in his heart. If he didn't make a move, then so be it. Once he did, he would reap the rewards!

"Who …" "Who likes you …"

The tone of Tong Mengyao's voice was clearly more panicky than before, causing Hua QianXun to be startled. Then, she thought about the letters that would appear on her desk after she was in trouble, and recalled that Tong Mengyao was her class teacher, and she lived in school, so she made a bold guess, and with a smile in her eyes, she stared at Tong Mengyao's beautiful face, which was flickering with a complicated expression. She softly said: "If you don't like it, why did you write to me when I was punished, to comfort me, encourage me, and advise me to take care of you?"

As he said that, Hua Qianlou suddenly grabbed the book from Tong Mengyao's arms and flipped it open. The delicate yet powerful handwriting was indeed familiar, and he was even more confident as he smiled: "Look, it's the exact same handwriting. Moreover, the person who can send the letter to my desk without anyone noticing seems to only be the class monitor who is in charge of the key to the classroom!"

Tong Mengyao's beautiful and delicate face could no longer hide the complex expression on it. Her beautiful face had a look of extreme shyness and worry, and she no longer looked like a goddess in the eyes of her classmates. She was like a child who had been caught doing something bad, standing there feeling completely helpless, causing people to feel heartache and feel pity for her.

Seeing Tong Mengyao like this, he had never expected that the person who wrote the letter would actually reject him thirteen times in the past two years. At this moment, seeing the situation being exposed, seeing Tong Mengyao's complicated expression, he was overjoyed. Unable to suppress the excitement in her heart, she hugged her tightly in her arms.

"Ah, you …" "Let go, let go of me …"

Suddenly, she was pulled into the embrace of Hua Qianlou. The close-combat relationship between the opposite sex made her feel as if she had lost all of her strength, but almost instinctively, she struggled again. Hua Qianlou's actions made her completely panic-stricken and frightened; the secret that she had bitterly guarded for many years had been unraveled, and now she was being touched by a man like that.

Hua Qianlou tried his best to hold her down, but seeing that she was about to scream out in panic, he steeled his heart. Let her die just like that, even if you want to be a ghost, you will still have to use actual actions to prove it, otherwise you're just a coward.

Just as Tong Mengyao was about to struggle violently, Hua Qianlou came up with a reasonable excuse. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips. Instantly, the slight scream turned into a whimper, and even the struggle stopped.

Tong Mengyao's mind was blank, the warmth and softness of her lips made her feel a peculiar sensation she had never felt before. Those two hands that tightly hugged her body had such power, that firm chest, that wide width, and that warm feeling from her lips. It was so strange, at least at the moment of contact, Tong Mengyao's mind was blank, she forgot about struggling.