An Chuxia's body was stiff, and she wanted to accept the bet, but how did she...

She took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe, and pecked Han Qilu's lips like a dragonfly.

"That's it?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows: "No!"

"You..." An Chuxia angered: "I don't care! I say even if it is."

She pushed Han Qilu down, but did not push.

No matter where Han Qilu was willing to let her go, he only felt that there was a fire in his heart, so he lowered his head and closed her lips severely.

This kiss is full of love. He guided her clove tongue little by little, twisting and turning. The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The fire in his chest was not extinguished because of this kiss.

His hands slowly moved up from An Chuxia's waist, wrapping the softness restlessly. An Chuxia couldn't help letting out a muffled hum. In the next instant, she pushed aside Han Qilu, who was caught off guard, panting, "Han Qilu! You rascal!"

Han Qilu looked calm and composed, but stared at her unblinkingly. Even in such a dimly lit music classroom, An Chuxia could feel the heat in his eyes.

This look is hot.

"Rogue?" Han Qilu spread his hands innocently: "To others, I must be a rogue. But to my wife, I don't think this is a rogue."

He cared very much about what he said and left her speechless.

"You won." An Chuxia conceded, and then she said rather solemnly: "Don't do this again next time!"

Han Qilu nodded: "Okay, listen to you. I'll do this again after we get married."

An Chuxia's face was hot again.

"Come here." Han Qilu waved to her, but he sat on the ground with his back against the wall. The floor is laid on the ground, so there is no need to worry about hygiene and temperature issues.

She still had lingering fears, and asked somewhat hesitantly: "What are you doing?"

Han Qilu sighed and said helplessly, "Afraid of what I am doing? I won't eat you again. Come here."

An Chuxia just walked over. Her hand was held by Han Qilu's, and then her body turned around and sat in front of Han Qilu, who was holding her behind her back.

There was darkness and silence all around, but she didn't feel terrible.

Han Qilu is here, what are you afraid of?

"Sit with me for a while and wake me up at 8:50." Han Qilu said, handing her his hand, and then he didn't speak, he should be asleep.

She listened to Han Qilu breathing evenly, holding his mobile phone in her hand, and her heart suddenly seemed to be filled with something. Is this feeling happy?

Or just do it.

She hopes that it can always be like this.

However, time will always pass. The door of the third music classroom is not soundproof, and the sounds of footsteps and voices coming in from outside are getting louder and louder. More and more people came to Stellan.

The sun has been on three poles, and even the music classroom is gradually brightening.

The time when An Chuxia glanced at the phone, it was exactly 8:50.

She turned her head slightly and saw Han Qilu's sleepy eyes. She closed her eyes quietly, but her eyebrows were frowned. Isn’t it a misunderstanding that Han Liuhai’s derailment has been explained clearly? Why do you still frown even when you sleep?

An Chuxia couldn't understand why Han Qilu was still so upset.

"Hey, wake up..." She stretched out her hand and pushed him, even though she didn't give up, she still had to wake him up.

Han Qilu slept very shallowly, so he woke up with a gentle shout. He stood in the posture Suyuan said last night for almost all night, and his body felt that he no longer belonged to him.

Although he had slept for less than an hour at this time, he was already full of blood and resurrected.

"The time is up?" He stretched out his hand and took the mobile phone that An Chuxia handed over and looked at the time: "How do I feel that I only slept for a minute?"

"Because you are a pig!" An Chuxia glared at him, put her hands on the ground, and stood up: "Come on, it's about to go to class."

"What are you looking for?" Han Qilu looked sluggishly, stood up in slow motion and said, "It's a flea market. I always sleep in the classroom."

When Han Qilu said this, An Chuxia suddenly said "Yeah" and slapped his thigh with his hand: "How can I forget such an important thing!"

Remorse was written all over her face, as if thinking of something bad.

"What's the matter?" Han Qilu looked at her suspiciously.

what's up? Of course it is a flea market!

An Chuxia was anxious, and without answering him, she ran out of the music classroom.

She ran all the way upstairs, and ran into Philia at the corner of the second floor. Philia is carrying a huge bag in both hands, which is full of various snacks.

Seeing An Chuxia, Philia quickly greeted: "Chuxia is so good to see you! Quickly help me carry a bag up, my hands are about to be scrapped!"

An Chuxia rolled her eyes and said with a grin: "It's good to be at the same table, I can help you, but you have to give me one of them."

"What?!" Philia's eyes widened, and her eyes were about to pop out: "The snacks I finally lied to, just let you pick up and give you half? I won't do it, nor will I kill me. dry."

An Chuxia quickly explained: "I mean, sell me half of it, pretend to be, and finally this snack is yours."

Philia then understood.

The head teacher asked everyone to bring something to the flea market, but An Chuxia went to Suyuan's yesterday and didn't even think of it. Therefore, she wanted to borrow something from Philia.

After understanding the matter, Philia promised: "What's this, it's just a bag of snacks, I borrow it for you! Who of us and whom!"

What she said, she completely forgot what she said just now, "I won't do it if I kill me."

It's nine o'clock already, but someone is still late. Fortunately, the head teacher did not come on time. When the head teacher came, everyone in the class had arrived except the cute boy.

"Has the monitor been named?" The head teacher asked the monitor as soon as he approached the classroom.

The squad leader nodded again and again: "Except for the Jiangnan one who did not arrive, everyone else has arrived."

An Chuxia subconsciously turned to look at Meng Xiaonan's seat. It was empty there, and the cute boy hadn't come yet.

I thought that the head teacher was going to start muttering that the cute boy was late again. Who thought, the head teacher didn’t say a word, walked directly to the podium and started to check whether everyone had brought something to the flea market.

After checking things, the head teacher asked everyone to sort things out first, and then he walked out of the classroom. An Chuxia hurriedly chased out: "Teacher!"

The head teacher stopped and asked in confusion, "Why did you come out? I'm going to the morning meeting, what's the matter?"