The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 19. You Little Rascal (Basic You're a Naughty Boy).

"A hug."

Max lowered his head while rubbing his hair. He looks embarrassed - ashamed. But soon he opened both hands, and with a clear face asked Wulan to embrace him immediately.

"In your dreams!" hardik Wulan while hitting Max's head. Then pressed the wound on the young man's temple hard.

"Auchh, it hurts so much, Miss." Max complained while holding his temple.

"You little rascal (basically you brat)!" maki Wulan is upset. But then he pulled the corner of his lips. Smiling thinly. The expression on the bengal boy's painful face looked funny. "Go back!" banish him.

"May I stay here, Miss? My head is a little dizzy," Max asked as he stroked his head.

"You're kidding me, Max. You can't stay here."

"Why?"

"Because ...." Wulan tries to find a reason to reject Max's request. "It's not good with the neighbors" he continued.

Max wettest. "It doesn't make sense."

"You should go home anyway. Don't make your dad worry."

Max is back again. "My father won't care" he said. "S'il te plait (please), Miss, I promise I won't trouble you." Max fused his palms together in front of his chest, pleading with Wulan.

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. For some reason, the pair of blue eyes made him melt. "I only have one room. You can sleep here." He patted - patting the sofa they were sitting on.

"It's okay, Miss. What matters is that I can be close to you."

Wulan's chest rippled at Max's words. There was a kind of strange feeling swaying in his chest. But soon he brushed it off.

"I'll get you a pillow and a blanket."

Wulan moved from her seat and stepped towards her room. Take one blanket that is not too thick, and one pillow. And then give it to Max.

"Merci, Miss."

Wulan just nodded. He glanced at the wall clock that showed ten o'clock at night.

"I have to sleep, Max," he said. He also yawned a few times. Whether made - make it or not, obviously, he did not want long - long close to the boy. "If you feel hungry, you can warm the food in the fridge."

"Okay."

"Bonne nuit (good night), Max."

Max looked at Wulan's back which, moments later, disappeared behind the door of his room. Shortly before the woman turned off the room light.

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Wulan felt her throat so dry. He got out of bed and checked the clock on his phone. Two o'clock in the morning. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Just checking Max's condition sleeping in the living room.

He opened the door of his room slowly. Sayup - sayup heard the sound of sobs that were held back from the direction of the sofa. Wulan's hand grabbed the light switch that was next to her bedroom door.

As soon as the light flashed, he saw Max sitting on the floor slumping his face to his knees and leaning his back against the foot of the sofa.

"Max? Ca va toi (are you okay)?" ask Wulan. He approached and shook Max's back slowly.

Wulan clicked while shaking her head as soon as she saw two empty wine bottles lying on the table.

"This kid!" abugn.

Max raised his head. His chaotic face seemed to be wet with tears. Both of his eyes were puffy. He crawled towards Wulan and hugged her Mother Teacher's knee tightly.

"Max?" Doubtful - doubtful Wulan touched the young man's hair and stroked it gently. Whether due to the influence of alcohol or what, Max seemed so fragile.

"Je suis fatigue (i'm tired), Miss," she exclaimed.

"Max, don't do this. You're drunk."

"J'ai besoin de toi (i need you)." Max raised his head. Then move off the floor and sit next to Wulan. He wrapped his arm around Wulan's neck and put his head there.

"Max, Max .. please, don't do this." Wulan tried to let go of Max's embrace by pushing the young man's chest softly. But Max's grip is quite strong. He had no intention of releasing Wulan.

"Please, Miss .. hug me," she asked half a whimper. He clenched Wulan tighter as he put his face to his neck.

Doubtful - doubtful Wulan finally grabbed Max's back and stroked him gently. He thought, this kid might really need a hug. It took someone to hold whatever he was feeling. After all, was this not what Wulan wanted, close to Max, or his other students.

"German ...." Max pulled his face from Wulan's neck. Slowly but surely, he took off his hoodie jacket, then his shirt, then threw it on the table. Wulan was flabbergasted to see that strange sight before her eyes. For a moment his brain was trying to digest what was going on.

Max bare-chested, showing the muscles of his chest and stomach that began to solid.

"Max .. what ... do you .. do?" His throat was stuck. He felt as if his heart was no longer beating normally.

"Miss, I've never done it with any woman."

A - what?"

Max grabs Wulan's chin and draws his lips closer to her. Wulan. For a few seconds he seemed unable to move his body. He had almost accepted the unexpected treatment of his martial disciple. He even closed his eyes. Waiting for a soft touch on her lips. Might as well.

Wulan gasped and regained consciousness from her daydream. Instantly pushed Max's body tightly.

"Don't be rude, Max!" he stood up and grabbed Max's jacket and shirt and threw it right in the young man's face.

"Get out!" Wulan pointed towards the door with a face that had been flushed red.

"Miss .. I ...."

"Wear your shirt on and get out, Max. Now!" shouted Wulan.

"Miss, I'm sorry .. I got carried away. I ..," said Max stammering while wearing his shirt and jacket.

Wulan walked quickly towards the door and opened it wide. Then with a movement of his head he told Max to leave immediately.

Max walked over to Wulan and tried to grab his arm. But Wulan quickly brushed it off.

"I'm sorry" said Max.

Even Wulan was unable to look at Max. He pushed the young man's body out and closed the door tightly.

He leaned his back against the door while taking his breath in deeply. Shaking his head back slowly, then cupping his forehead with both palms.

His body slowly came down. Now he is leaning his head against the door. He looked up, trying to prevent the droplets of dew that had appeared from the corner of his eyes.

I don't know what kind of feeling this is.

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