An Exclusive love-Chapter 17: He’s One of My Classmates

Hearing the voice, Xin Qing was startled, and immediately turned around. At that moment, Ying Qingcang, who was dressed in a silver blue suit, slowly walked over. She wanted to go forward to welcome him, but Du Zekai held her back and asked, "Xin Qing, who's this?"

"It's nothing to do with you." Xin Qing flung his hands away and quickly walked to the side of Ying Qingcang. Looking at his expressionless face and then looking at Du Zekai who was behind her, she suddenly smiled and wrapped her arm around Ying Qingcang's arm: "I've made you wait for a long time. Let's go!"

Ying Qingcang looked at Xin Qing who was holding on his arm, and swept his gaze across Du Zekai's body, then turned and left with her. That glance made Du Zekai's discontent disappear. He realized something and returned to the school in a rage.

Xin Qing fidgeted and leaned against the window as she sat. She looked occasionally at Ying Qingcang who was sitting opposite of her.

"He... is one of my classmates. "

Ying Qingcang raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "Are students so indiscreet with each other now?"

"No. He mistook the relationship between he and me and I never agreed to..." Xin Qing suddenly shut her mouth. Why did she have to explain to him?

Ying Qingcang's voice was even colder, "I won't interfere with your private life, but you'd better not have physical contact with other men, because it will make me think that you are disgusting."

No one would be happy to hear this. Xin Qing's rebellion was stirred up again. She retorted: "Then please don't come into contact with other women, otherwise I will feel disgusted too."

Then, she saw Ying Qingcang's face turn gloomy as her chin was pinched by him.

"You should have remembered the contents of the contract. If I knew earlier, I would have added one more condition that you need to serve me well." Xin Qing struggled and tried forcefully to move his hands. Their faces were very close. When Xin Qing blinked her eyes, it seemed that she would touch Ying Qingcang's eyelashes. Ying Qingcang let her off immediately as if he had been electrocuted. "You're so dirty."

Xin Qing shouted back fearlessly: "Do you think you perform very well every time?"

"So you are experienced, for that you actually know that my performance was not good." Ying Qingcang laughed coldly, grabbed her arm, and his hands reached to the back of her head. In the next second, Xin Qing's mouth was gagged.

It wasn't a kiss at all. Ying Qingcang was simply biting and tearing her lips. So Xin Qing did not dare to move, for fear that her lips would be bitten off if she struggled.

Xin Qing's face totally flushed. She suddenly glared and bit back. Ying Qingcang fiercely pushed her away, covering his mouth as he took out a bottle of wine from the small refrigerator beside him. He took two sips, moved his mouth and spat into the cup. A faint blood-red color appeared in the cup. He knocked on the window and the car stopped. A man with glasses opened the door.

"Send her back. Have another car come and pick me up." After that, he got off the car without even looking at Xin Qing.