That question made the Duan Jiayan want to disappear.

He felt his body temperature rising bit by bit.

If his heart had been soaked in soda, he would probably be drowning now.

"Because I'm embarrassed," the Duan Jiayan admitted dryly.

Before Lu Xingci could laugh at him, his ears turned red and he spoke very quickly, "Can you not get so close and talk so strangely? You see someone blushing and you go over to ask him why he's blushing. You seem to be smart usually, but why can't you think straight now?"

Lu Xingci did not expect him to react like this when he was forced into a corner.

If she was shy to the extreme, she would ask him a bunch of questions instead.

"I was wrong." Lu Xingci tried not to laugh. "I shouldn't have done that."

The Duan Jiayan finally understood what it meant to punch cotton.

And for some reason, the heat on his face seemed to come back.

The Duan Jiayan forced himself to keep a straight face and nodded. "I hope you'll remember your mistake and repeat it to yourself every day. You'll become a discerning person."

"Then you'll supervise me every day." Lu Xingci was very cooperative. "I'll try my best."

The Duan Jiayan was speechless.

The Duan Jiayan felt that Lu Xingci was really good at beating around the bush.

As the New Year approached, there was a festive atmosphere in the school.

The day before New Year's Day was Thursday, and many people were planning to go out and celebrate the New Year.

During the last class in the morning, Song Yi was bored. He looked at his phone and whispered to Duan Jiayan, "There's a musical fountain in Nanshan Square, and there's going to be fireworks at midnight. It sounds grand. Do you want to go there and play?"

The Duan Jiayan leaned over to look at his phone.

It did not make much difference where they went to celebrate the New Year, but there were many entertainment venues in Nanshan. The Duan Jiayan felt that it was a good idea.

Besides, the more people there were, the better the atmosphere.

Song Yi said, "There should be a lot of people from our school going to Nanshan, right?

After all, it's close by. "

The Duan Jiayan also lowered his voice. "Then we went out that day. When we came back at night, it was already past curfew.

Are you going home or staying with me? "

Song Yi was about to speak.

The Duan Jiayan suddenly felt his body go weak.

A sour feeling crept up her spine, and her fingertips felt numb and itchy.

Song Yi smelled the faint fragrance of flowers.

He looked at the unnatural Duan Jiayan and hurriedly asked, "Are you going to the toilet?"

Duan Jiayan nodded and took out the inhibitor from the drawer.

Since the back door was open, the Duan Jiayan walked out of the classroom and headed for the toilet.

When he walked out of the back door, Lu Xingci, who was listening to the lecture, turned his head sideways and paused his pen on a piece of paper.

Lu Xingci's eyes narrowed slightly.

Just now, he seemed to have smelled a Duan Jiayan pheromone.

After entering the toilet, the Duan Jiayan pulled open the door of the cubicle and quickly locked it.

During the injection of the inhibitor, the Duan Jiayan vaguely felt some pain in his back.

When the needle pierced his arm, he bit his tongue impatiently.

After the numbing sensation passed, the Duan Jiayan let out a long sigh of relief.

He reached his hand out to the cubicle door handle and suddenly saw a red color gradually appear on his wrist.

He hesitated for a moment and retracted his hand.

If it were in the past, he would have gone straight to the classroom and asked Lu Xingci for help.