The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 116 I Like You

After hearing this, Wen Qing didn't know what to say for a moment. She just felt like a stone was pressing on her heart and she was a little breathless.

"You have so many choices, why do you have to find someone who scolds and blames you?" She asked helplessly, "Do you think this is interesting?"

"Interesting." Song Jingshen turned his head and kissed the tender flesh on her neck, "You don't understand a man's desire to conquer."

Yes, she doesn't understand.

He also didn't understand her thoughts.

The only thing in common is desire.

When he teased her, she shuddered all over, a reaction that made her ashamed, but she couldn't help it.

"Don't hold it in." He continued to lick her earlobes and earlobes, using his arms to support her softening body.

Wen Qing's breathing gradually became rapid and hot, as if she was drowning. She desperately clung to his arm to barely stand firm, and the new round of teasing accelerated the pace. She felt like she was about to be tortured to death.

"No..." She pleaded softly, breathlessly, "This is the dormitory."

Although it's vacation, the dormitory manager is still there and the surveillance is on. If something really happens, she will be killed!

Song Jingshen understood her thoughts and tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart. He slightly loosened her body and kissed her lips instead, pressing them hard for a while before letting go with a feeling of unsatisfaction.

"Hmm..." Wen Qing finally caught her breath. When her mind became clear again, she realized that her lips were burning with pain.

She covered her lips, her face flushed, and she felt annoyed.

She has to tutor and have dinner parties in the evening, and meet people everywhere. He knows it all, but he still makes her like this. No matter how good-tempered she is, she will be angry.

Wen Qing ignored him and just filled her backpack with things. She was angry and moved faster, finishing everything in no time.

She didn't even say hello to him. She just picked up her backpack and walked towards the dormitory door, as if she was going to lock him in the room if he didn't come out.

Song Jingshen had just calmed down his agitated body and mind when he saw her walking out angrily. Knowing that she was really angry, he hurriedly followed her and walked out the door right behind her.

When Wen Qing saw him following her, she got angry for no apparent reason and slammed the door shut.

"Bang——" The noise was so loud that even she scared herself.

"If you want to vent your anger on me, don't damage public property. Not only will you have to pay for breaking the door, but where can you find someone to fix it during the holidays?"

Song Jingshen followed behind her and chattered, and took off the backpack from her shoulders and put it on his back.

Wen Qing had wanted to take advantage of the time to pack up and have some quiet time by herself, but she didn't expect to be disturbed by him like this, and her heart became even more confused.

Just now she even slammed the dormitory door, which was totally unlike her to do.

What's wrong with her?

Wen Qing closed her eyes and felt like she was going crazy.

Although her life in the past eighteen years has been hard, she has always been calm and rarely has internal conflicts. Could it be that she couldn't stand it the first time she met someone like Song Jingshen?

No, she is not that fragile, she can handle it.

After taking a deep breath, she turned to look at the man behind her and said indifferently, "Even if the door is broken, it's my business. It's none of your business."

After saying that, she reached out to take her backpack off his shoulder, but as expected, he dodged.

"I'll carry it for you, your legs still hurt..." Song Jingshen put both hands into the straps, put the bag on his back firmly, and tried to reach out and hug her.

Seeing that he had no intention of being reasonable, Wen Qing quickly moved aside and walked around him towards the stairs.

"Hey, why did you run away? Let me carry you down..."

"I have legs!" Wen Qing turned and looked at him, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, which scared Song Jingshen.

He had never seen her lose her temper before, but seeing her like this today, he was finally enlightened.

"Okay... walk by yourself. Tell me if your legs hurt and I'll help you."

He readily followed her lead, and Wen Qing felt that his attentive and flattering manner was hypocritical and deliberate.

She turned and walked downstairs without giving him any face.

Song Jingshen saw it and was angry.

He followed her upstairs eagerly, hugging her and carrying her backpack. Did he come here to endure her cold stare?

Didn't he just kiss her because he was moved by love, but ended it hastily because she was shy, which made him almost sick, and she turned her face away from him.

He slammed the door and glared at her. They were both asleep. Should she hold a grudge against him for such a small thing?

Thinking of this, he also became angry. He patiently followed her to the corner of the second floor. Seeing that she was about to push the door and leave without looking back, he could no longer suppress his anger. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, and asked fiercely:

"What do you mean? You're giving me face by doing this to me, right?"

Wen Qing was pulled by him and staggered, almost falling down the stairs. Her heart was pounding with fear, and her temper lost control when he asked her that question.

"Thank you for giving me face. I almost performed a live pornographic show in public."

"What do you mean in public? Is there anyone in your dormitory?" Song Jingshen lowered his voice and asked aggressively, "What did I do to you just now? You're doing a live pornographic show, huh?"

"You...you all..." Wen Qing blushed, glanced at his body, and refused to say another word.

Song Jingshen suddenly realized and became even more indignant: "That's a normal physiological reaction. I do this because I like you. If I don't even have this, am I still a man?"

Wen Qing didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she struggled to break free from him and walked downstairs with a cold face.

After going down the last flight of stairs, she reached the lobby on the first floor. After she walked out of the door, she went to the electronics building to prepare for tutoring and refused to take his car no matter what.

Seeing her cold and heartless look, Song Jingshen felt a surge of anger rushing to his head. Without caring whether anyone saw him or not, he grabbed her body with one hand, twisted her chin with the other hand, and suddenly kissed her.

This time he used less force and was careful to avoid the swollen area on her lips.

But because he cared so much, the strength in his hands weakened. Wen Qing took the opportunity to turn her head and pushed his chest hard.

The stairs were steep, and when she exerted so much force, her feet slipped and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

She screamed and reached out to grab the escalator, but she had lost her balance and her fingers left a series of short frictions on the escalator.

"Be careful!" Song Jingshen reached out hurriedly to grab it, but he could only reach her fingertips which slipped away in an instant.

In an instant, Song Jingshen made a somersault and hugged the falling Wen Qing in the air. Then he turned around, held her in his arms, and then fell on his back, letting the gravity of the earth throw him onto the steps.

After a dizziness caused by the collision, Wen Qing opened her eyes and found herself lying in Song Jingshen's arms, using him as a cushion.

She quickly propped herself up and looked up, feeling a little scared. They both fell down half a flight of stairs, and if he hadn't protected them, they would have suffered a concussion.

Thinking of this, she quickly turned her head to look at the man under her. His eyes were closed, his breathing was light, and he didn't look very well, but his arms were tightly around her body.

"Mr. Song, can you hear me?" Wen Qing asked anxiously.

Seeing that he didn't respond, she reached out and patted his cheek, then touched his forehead, her eyes full of anxiety.

"Mr. Song, wake up." Her voice trembled with anxiety, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Should I call 120..."

Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached out to touch her phone, but it was not in her pocket! It must have been thrown away when she fell all the way down.

She quickly turned her head and looked around, but still couldn't find the phone. She struggled hard and wanted to stand up, but was pulled back by the man's arms around her waist.

"Ah..." The man cried out in pain, as if he was hit by her.

Seeing that he could still make a sound, Wen Qing quickly leaned over his chest and asked softly, "Mr. Song, where do you feel uncomfortable? Can you move your waist?"

Song Jingshen opened his eyes slightly and hummed something, but no one could hear what he said.

Wen Qing leaned closer to him and asked, "What did you say?"

She had thick eyelashes and slightly swollen red lips. At this moment, she was lying in his arms, her expression and movements were full of tenderness. Song Jingshen was stunned for a moment and had long forgotten the minor skin injuries on his body. Instead, he hoped that time would stop at this moment so that he could enjoy it for a while longer.

Unfortunately, Wen Qing didn't give him a chance. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she struggled to find her phone.

Seeing that she was about to pull away, Song Jingshen simply let out an "ouch", turned sideways, and half pressed her under him.

He did not forget to put one arm behind her head, and the other hand went around her waist and held her in his arms.

"You...don't have any broken bones?"

Wen Qing was surprised to see how "flexible" his movements were. After falling from such a high step and with her weight on top of him, he still had the strength to turn sideways and hold her down?

She reached out her hand to touch the back of his head in confusion. That was the brain stem. If he fell and it hit that, he would be dead.

Thinking of this, Wen Qing's fingers trembled and her heartbeat almost stopped.

She really couldn't afford to compensate for hurting Song Jingshen!

But before the fingers touched his head, they touched a bulging mass.

It's her backpack!

At that moment, Wen Qing felt relieved.

Apart from the computer and a few professional books, all the space in the backpack was filled with clothes.

Because she didn't want to wear his clothes anymore, she took all the clothes she could and stuffed her backpack full. Unexpectedly, it served as a cushion and protected his most important parts at the critical moment.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his head wasn't broken, the other injuries wouldn't be a big deal. After all, he had just turned sideways, proving that his waist and legs were fine.

But, they have been lying here for a long time, why is he still not moving?