Quick Wear: The host is soft and tender, very kissable

It was normal at first, but when Liu Ruyan got tired of playing with him, he started to be rude.

Mo Xi was hit by several tennis balls that Liu Ruyan hit back. She felt a sharp pain in her cheek. She covered the place where she was hit, her eyes full of anger.

"Bitch, how dare you."

Mo Xi finally lost her composure and could no longer pretend to be innocent. She screamed sharply with uncontrollable anger.

Her face turned red with anger, and her originally elegant makeup looked a little distorted.

He picked up the tennis ball that hit her and used all his strength to hit Liu Ruyan in the face at a sharp and tricky angle.

Liu Ruyan estimated the time and fell down. Her white sportswear was covered with dust and she looked very disheveled.

The four people who rushed over saw the girl lying on the ground, and they all felt heartbroken.

Ouyang Xuan's face darkened instantly. He glared at Mu Yunyun and the others and shouted, "Mu Yunyun, didn't I warn you not to attack Ruyan?"

Xing Mohan frowned, had a cold face, and looked at everyone with disgust.

"Student Xing, please listen to my explanation."

Mo Xi was irritated by Xing Mohan's disgusted look and lost her composure.

Duan Beiyan stepped forward, stood in front of Liu Ruyan, and snorted coldly: "Mu Yunyun is instigating this again!"

Nangong Yi quickly walked to Liu Ruyan's side, picked her up, and asked softly with a distressed look on his face, "Ruyan, are you okay?"

Liu Ruyan shook her head, tears in her eyes, about to fall: "I'm fine."

Seeing Ouyang Xuan so angry, Mu Yunyun hurriedly explained.

"Brother Xuan, it's not what you saw. It was clearly this bitch who beat us. Brother Xuan, you have to believe me. Look at the marks on my body."

"Xing, look at my face, it hurts so much.

This was Liu who hit me with the ball on purpose. I shouldn't have fought back. It's all my fault.

Wuwu...I should have stood still and let her hit me, wuwu..."

Mo Xi fell down on the playground, her eyes were red, one cheek was swollen, she covered her cheek with her hand, sobbing softly, looking at Xing Mohan aggrievedly with carefully designed movements and expressions.

Her disheveled appearance made her look even more helpless and pitiful.

However, the four of them didn't listen to their explanation at all and stared at the two of them with disgust.

"Sigh... stop acting here. We grew up together and I know what kind of temper Mu Yunyun has." Ouyang Xuan's tone became even more impatient.

They ignored the two of them, and Nangong Yi carried Liu Ruyan towards the infirmary.

Liu Ruyan stuck her head out and gave a smug smile to the two crying people.

Mu Yunyun and Mo Xi looked at their receding backs and kept cursing, which made the four people even more disgusted.

Mu Yunyun's face became distorted with anger: "Damn it, damn bitch."

Mo Xi gritted his teeth, his nails digging into his flesh. A hint of contemplation flashed across his eyes. Looking at that dazzling smile, a vicious arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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In the infirmary, Liu Ruyan felt that the four people's concern was noisy, and it was only under her strong request that the four people were driven out.

The tennis incident knew that they took photos, but would those who were in love believe it?

The answer is definitely no. After all, the simple and stubborn little white flower only bites people out of desperation, which is reasonable. They even threaten the person involved not to pursue responsibility.

Mu Yunyun and Mo Xi will have to stay in bed for at least ten days or half a month. The tennis ball covering their mental power is more than just painful.

The other followers who fought against him were better off than these two, but they were also powerless. Isn't it said that she would never give up even the slightest grudge?

Enjoy the time after that. You will suffer from mental anxiety and nightmares. The hospitals cannot find out what is wrong with you and will just think that you are complaining without any illness.

The sweat-soaked clothes were really uncomfortable to wear, so Liu Ruyan waited quietly.

The door of the infirmary was opened, Xing Mohan's breathing stagnated slightly. Through the hazy curtains, he vaguely saw an erotic scene that made his heart beat faster.

The door clicked shut and locked, but the people inside didn't notice and the action continued.

Xing Mohan thought about the dream that had been bothering him these days.

In the infirmary during the day, he was resting as usual, when a graceful girl sneaked in and walked straight towards him.

She simply opened the bed curtains, her beautiful eyes showing a sly smile, and she complained and whispered in his ear in a familiar tone.

Not getting a response, the other party became even more dissatisfied, and directly sat on him with her white and slender legs, calling sweetly: "Husband."

He pushed the restless little girl down, pinched her delicate little face, and suppressed his temper: "Don't move."

"Honey, you're so weird today. What are you waiting for? Why don't you kiss me?"

Liu Ruyan giggled, her delicate skin on her palm was tightly clamped by him, unable to break free.

"Really? You're always like this. You like someone but don't take the initiative."

Without giving him any chance to refuse, her soft lips pressed against his, and he immediately lost the ability to think.

Xing Mohan knew that he was in a dream. He could only accept the girl's rudeness, and continued to sink and indulge...

He couldn't, didn't want to, refuse.

Continuous dream disturbances that overlap with reality.

Xing Mohan's eyes grew darker and darker. He clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to pounce on the man, and a low, hoarse voice emanated from his throat.

"Ruyan, here are some clothes for you."

The breeze blew the curtains. Liu Ruyan poked her head out, surprised at Xing Mohan's speed, and then stretched out her slender arms.

"Thank you, Mo Han."

Liu Ruyan's hands felt like they were being scratched by a feather, making people feel itchy and they could feel a subtle electric current passing through their fingertips.

Xing Mohan pursed his pale thin lips, somewhat dissatisfied with the girl's address, and his eyes fell on her collarbone and neckline after she changed her clothes.

As if sensing his dissatisfaction, the girl went further and leaned forward to hug him openly. Her red lips brushed across his Adam's apple, leaving a light trace of water.

Xing Mohan held his waist and warned in a low voice: "Don't move."

Unexpectedly, the girl jumped on him, put her arms around his neck and put her legs around his strong waist.

Xing Mohan couldn't help but groan at her action, and his body stiffened.

"Husband..." the voice was lingering and sad.

Xing Mohan couldn't stand it anymore, damn it...

The ambiguous atmosphere heated up, lips and teeth blended together, and breathing stagnated.

The hand on the waist increased its strength, and the two bodies pressed closer.

Enduring someone's storm, I instinctively hooked my neck, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

It was not until Xing Mohan escaped in a restrained and embarrassing manner that Liu Ruyan woke up from her confusion.

Ouyang Xuan, who also received the text message and was holding clothes, was filled with anger. He picked her up and left regardless of her struggle.

His steps were quick and hasty, with sweat oozing from his high nose, until he threw the person into his car.

The car windows were locked, Liu Ruyan seemed to be intimidated by his aura, she fastened her seat belt, and Ouyang Xuan closed the car door.

With a step on the accelerator, the car sped out like an arrow.

The roar of the engine echoed in the street, as if venting the inner anger.

He clenched his knuckles on the steering wheel, the car accelerated, and the wind whistled past the window.

"Stop, Ouyang Xuan, are you crazy?" Liu Ruyan shouted to bring him back to his senses.

Liu Ruyan couldn't help but scream out in surprise at the strong push on her back caused by the sudden brake.

After Ouyang Xuan parked the car, he raised the sunshade.

After pressing the seat adjustment button, Liu Ruyan was lying on her back on the chair. As soon as she pulled out the seat belt, a strong masculine scent hit her in the face.

The upper half of the man's face was hidden in the shadows, and she could only vaguely see his deep, three-dimensional facial contours and blurred facial features.

Domineering and strong come with punishment.