The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

Chapter 9 – Touch The Adam’S Apple!

Yan Ci whispered something, his voice was low and hoarse, as if he had chewed the name into pieces and rubbed it into his lips, and curled his lips silently.

Xia Zhinian didn’t hear the sound, touched the door, and pressed the metal handle hard, but the door didn’t respond, eyes widened in shock, and pressed a few more times.

The door is broken?

He turned to Yan Ci, facing the darkness, “Yan Ci, the door can’t be opened, do you have the key, I’ll try again.”

Yan Ci reached into his pocket and took out the key. The pain that involved the nerves became more acute as the skin rubbed. The crazy itching was like boiling water in his body, making him want to tear off that layer of skin.

Yan Ci’s eyes fell to the direction of the sound, deep and deep, like a ferocious beast dormant in the darkness. After a while, he suddenly bent the corners of his lips, and the tip of his tongue grazed his sharp teeth.

Smart kids, run fast.

Run as far as possible.

Yan Ci followed the spatial layout in his memory and threw the key over. Xia Zhinian heard the voice, took a few steps forward to catch it smoothly, turned around and inserted the key in by the door.

However, the door lock seemed to be stuck, and the key couldn’t turn it.

This place is remote, and few people come here, because it was originally a warehouse, and the doors and walls are very thick, without windows.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, stood by the door and looked in the direction of Yan Ci.

“The door is broken. After a while, the teacher finds that there are not enough people in the class, so someone may come to look for it. You…”

He wanted to ask how you were, but quickly changed his words, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Yes.”

Yan Ci’s voice was a little hoarse, just like in the cellar, panting unevenly, as if he was holding back something.

When it got dark last time, Yan Ci was obviously anxious and irritable. It would be better to turn on the flashlight, but there is no flashlight now.

Xia Zhinian looked around, hesitantly said: “There is a little wind at the door, would it be better for you to sit here?”

Yan Ci leaned back against the wall, “Thank you, but forget it, I don’t have the strength.”

Xia Zhinian put the keys back in his pocket, and tightly gripped the ping-pong paddle in his hand.

In the cellar, in order to prevent him from finding out that he was afraid of the dark, Yan Ci directly knocked him out. Now…

Xia Zhinian blinked, swallowed, “I can help you, you, you can…” Don’t move.

Yan Ci leaned against the wall, listened to his stuttering voice, chuckled lightly, and raised his brows and eyes, “Don’t worry, you found out, I won’t knock you out.”

Xia Zhinian: “…”

Xia Zhinian bit the bullet and pretended not to understand, and refused to admit it, “What?”

Yan Ci laughed sullenly.

Xia Zhinian put the ping-pong racket on a convenient iron frame, pressed the knuckle of the index finger with the thumb of his left hand, walked slowly to Yan Ci, bent down and stretched out his hand tentatively, “Here is my hand, move it.”

Yan Ci only opened his mouth, “I have no strength, move.”

The sound was already very close, Xia Zhinian opened his eyes empty, and slowly stretched out his hand forward, his fingertips touched the edge of a bit of fabric.

Slightly hard touch, a little warmth came from the side, the protruding joints slid, caught off guard, brushed against the fingertips, and left suddenly, with scorching body temperature and faint pulsation of blood vessels.

It’s Adam’s apple!

Xia Zhinian withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, and stepped back with his eyes wide open, but the front of his chest suddenly tightened, and there was a strong force, he bent over, and fell forward uncontrollably.

Shrouded in a strange body temperature, Xia Zhinian slammed into Yan Ci’s arms, his chin knocked on his collarbone, and both of them groaned, not knowing who was in more pain.

Yan Ci hissed, in a low voice, with a smile.

“Caught it.”

Xia Zhinian: “?!”

He curled up subconsciously with his fingertips, stood up with all his hands and feet, and took a step back with his eyes wide open. His voice was clear and he condemned fiercely, “Why are you dragging me?”

Yan Ci’s arms were empty, but the momentary joy had already spread all over his body, and he laughed lowly, “Student Xia, little friend, you can’t touch your Adam’s apple indiscriminately, do you need me to tell you?”

Classmate Xia was fierce: “I can’t see it again, you made me move, and I retracted quickly.”

The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce.

Yan Ci’s tone was casual, “It’s late.”

Xia Zhinian: “…”

Xia Zhinian stared at him vigorously in the dark, recalling Yan Ci’s position just now, squatted down, grabbed his arm through the clothes and pulled him up.

It looked as if he wanted to pull his arm off to vent his anger.

The corners of Yan Ci’s lips curled up again, he stood up with all his strength, and walked slowly towards the door.

Xia Zhinian tried her best to support him, feeling that he had put most of his weight on her body, gritted her teeth, “You are so heavy.”

Yan Ci had no psychological burden, “I have no strength.”

Xia Zhinian flattened her mouth: “Why do you have no energy every day?”

Yan Ci turned his head to look at him, vaguely saw a dark figure nearby, and smiled inexplicably, “There will be.”

The two of them stayed at the door for a long time before they were found by someone who came and opened the door. Yan Ci was sent to the infirmary, and Xia Zhinian went back to the classroom by himself.

In the stairwell outside the infirmary, beams of light fell from the tall windows, and the air was filled with dust.

Yan Ci’s white shirt was covered with some dust, and he raised his hand to the beam of light, casually looking at his fingertips.

The joints are distinct and slender like jade.

It’s a pity that the appearance is like this, but the inside seems to be eaten by countless bugs.

He just bumped into Xia Zhinian again, his fingertips were still warm, the delicate and warm skin was in direct contact, and the tactile throbbing it brought went straight to the nerves.

It feels the same as last time.

Soft and warm.

No boredom, just unparalleled appeal.

But what followed was an increasingly unbearable longing.

Meng Chen stood by the side, holding a tube of injection, “The warehouse circuit has returned to normal, Brother Yan, it’s been a week, and the effect of the last injection should have dissipated.”

He took a week off for business and just came back to class today, “Do you want to call?”

Yan Ci nodded, unbuttoned his cuffs, and let Meng Chen push the injection in.

This kind of injection would cause muscle spasms when injected, Yan Ci couldn’t inhale by himself, the needle tip was pulled away, he shook hands lightly, and turned to Meng Chen.

“Hands out.”

Meng Chen: “??”

He didn’t understand, but he stretched out his palm very honestly.

Yan Ci moved his hand down, and the pad of his index finger hung above his palm.

light touch.

An indescribable sticky feeling came to my mind instantly.

Dirty, very dirty.

Meng Chen also saw what he was doing now, “How is it? Is the injection useful, or…that Xia Zhinian?”

Yan Ci withdrew his hand, took out a wet towel, and gently wiped the spot.

“The injection is useless, so there’s no need to take it.” Yan Ci raised the corners of his lips, and a trace of joy flashed through his dark eyes, “I found a special medicine.”