Senior, follow me

"Uh... learn, senior?" Fang Qiao stared blankly at Yan Zicheng who was sitting on top of her, unable to speak.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zicheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, his pale and cold fingers ran up Fang Qiao's chest, and finally pressed on both sides of his head, lowered his head and slowly approached, "You boy... don't you just want to see me like this? ?”

His voice was a little hoarse, with a clear and cold tone, and a light breath, the temptation/temptation was clearly revealed.

"Ah?" Fang Qiao's mind went blank, he didn't understand what Yan Zicheng meant at all, he cleared his throat with great effort, pinched himself severely, and managed to recover some sanity.Then he tried hard to control his hot body, reaching out his hand to pull Yan Zicheng off his body.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zicheng patted his hand away, not only refused to go down, but also rubbed against his body twice.

"Uh..." Fang Qiao froze, a vague syllable came out of her throat, gasped/breathed twice, and said through gritted teeth, "Senior, you... you go down first..."

"Cut, don't pretend." Yan Zicheng smiled, and the whole body lay on Fang Qiao's body, and the hanging hair rested on Fang Qiao's chin, rubbing him itchy, "You have been tossing around in the past few days I, don't you just want me to take the initiative? What's the matter, I'm already like this, are you still not satisfied?"

"..." Fang Qiao was completely confused, whether he understood or not.

Yan Zicheng smiled for a while, but got no response. After thinking about it, he finally came back to it.This situation... seems to be different from what he expected?

As soon as he lowered his head, he met Fang Qiao's innocent and blank eyes.

Fang Qiao: "...(′?_?`)?"

Yan Zicheng: "...(′?Д?)!"

Then, Yan Zicheng exploded.

"Turn off the lights! Go to sleep!" Yan Zicheng threw the quilt on and lay down with his back to Fang Qiao.

Fang Qiao finally came to his senses, his guts were green with regret.Hurry up to coax him, but it's a pity that Yan's self-esteem is as strong as weeds, which can grow up in a breeze, not to mention such a strong wind, Fang Qiao's voice is hoarse from tossing, and she refuses to turn around.

(Uh, everyone understands the following XX...)

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Back at school, can the relationship between Yan Zicheng and Fang Qiao stand the test of life?

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