In his previous life, Wen Yu kissed Ji An Ning and was slapped by her until the corner of his mouth bled. "Fuck you..." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "You just don't want to believe that I really like you, right?" The poor student Ji An Ning said coldly: "You like, it's nothing more than lust." Later, Ji An Ning's soul drifted, and she saw the true feelings of this rich boy who had been pestering her. He stood on the roof, looking at the dark night, and whispered: "I'll avenge you." With the power of a thought, Ji An Ning was reborn as a freshman. At this time, she was not dead yet, and his hands were not stained with blood for her. "Ji An Ning, don't think about escaping from my palm." He let go of her lips, clamped her jaw and said viciously. "What do you like about me? Isn't it just lust?" Ji An Ning smiled slightly, tiptoed, and kissed Wen Yu's thin and sexy lips. The first glance in the crowd saw her in his heart. He wanted to shelter her from the