Chapter 152 What to Do if Your Brother Turns Evil (22)

The disgusting sound of retching resounded in the silent space, and the collar was released. The boy almost fainted and collapsed on the toilet. His expression was filled with silent fear, his body was trembling, and he kept saying begging for mercy. His words, snot and tears covered his embarrassed face, which looked extremely funny.

Su Huaiyan didn't even look at him, then turned and walked in the direction of Xiao Yan, with a sweet smile on his face, and there was no hint of smile in his glass-like eyes.

Xiao Yan's legs trembled involuntarily as fear dominated his brain, but he tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face and stepped back a few steps, "Su Huaiyan, what do you want to do?"

The young man with a delicate and beautiful face tilted his head, and chuckled softly in his throat. His words had a soft and innocent flavor, "Of course it's your turn."

Xiao Yan's brain jumped after witnessing what just happened. He swallowed and found that he had pressed against the smooth tiles behind him, so he could only watch the young man opposite slowly walking towards him.

Those steps were like stepping on his heart, and the feeling of lingering pain was even more uncomfortable than before.

As his pupils shrank, when Xiao Yan came to his senses, his whole body had been trampled under his feet.

Half of his face was pressed against the cold floor, and the wet touch made his throat feel strong nausea. The other half of his face was crushed heavily by a foot, accompanied by the boy's gentle and innocent feeling. The voice said, "Repeat what you just said."

Humiliation and fear came to mind, and Xiao Yan, who usually regarded himself as aloof, could not help but lower his attitude to the lowest level, because you never know what the devil in front of you would do, "I was wrong... Brother Yan... I shouldn't have said that to you. Sister... I deserve to die! As long as you let me go, I can do anything you want!"

Su Huaiyan tilted his head, a slight dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the other person's face, and he lowered his voice and said, "Su Yiyi wrote you a love letter?"

Breathing heavily, Xiao Yan replied, "Yes...no...no."

Su Huaiyan narrowed his eyes and his voice became softer, "Yes or no?"

The sweat on his forehead continued to secrete, Xiao Yan nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes."

The darkness in his eyes swept away in an instant. The young man with a delicate and beautiful face raised the corners of his lips slightly and said in a soft and harmless voice, "I'll give you two minutes to bring that love letter to me."

Lifting his feet away from the other person's face, Su Huaiyan's slightly lazy voice slowly sounded, "1, 2..."

Xiao Yan, who was lying on the ground, jumped up immediately as if his nerves had been stabbed, and then rushed out of the toilet.

Running wildly along the way, he bumped into countless students and received countless curses and eye rolls, but Xiao Yan had no energy and paid attention to other things. His heart was about to burst out of his chest now, and a feeling of fear and almost suffocation surged through his body.

Anyone who is familiar with Su Huaiyan knows that if he says two minutes, it will be two minutes, not even one second more.

He opened all the textbooks from the desk and even threw the schoolbag out, making a loud noise and attracting the attention of some people in the class.

Xiao Yan has good academic performance, but he thinks very highly of himself and has great vanity. Therefore, he would not throw away the love letters from girls, but would collect them, and then in the dead of night, he would read those words filled with the youthful throbbing of girls, and he would feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart.