Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

The man's fingers were slender and delicate, with well-defined joints, and the temperature of the skin was scorching hot. Fu Ting couldn't resist the grinding, so he could only let him clasp it forcefully, and slapped the back of her hand with his fingertips.

Like an intimate lover, an ambiguous hint of eroticism.

Fu Ting should be about to push the man in front of him who was trying to take advantage of him in a rage, but for some reason, his mind seemed to have been taken away from the agile strings, and he had no strength, and asked stutteringly, "You, are you alright? Bar."

He raised his chin slightly, tilted his head to her face, and rubbed it slowly.

Then he went all the way up, touching her forehead, he panted and laughed, as if rubbing Fu Ting's heart, he shouted,

"Listen~Listen~"

This action made the smell of alcohol in Cen Wan's breath invade Fu Ting's senses in an all-round way, and she felt like she was also drunk, and her eyes slowly became hazy.

Cen Wan waited patiently for a while, but before the girl refused, he tentatively held half of her face with his other hand and kissed her tenderly.

He was very attentive, keeping his eyes open from beginning to end, like a devout believer worshipping, patient and gentle.

Fu Ting obediently didn't move from beginning to end, the whole person curled up between his arms, like a lamb being slaughtered.

Cen Lian paused, put his arms on both sides of her shoulder blades, and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Fu Ting held his shirt with his delicate fingers like bamboo shoots, his eyes widened slightly, and his beautiful deer eyes were round and innocent.

To put it bluntly, I want his life.

The man's eyes were deep, staring at her face, full of aggression, and whispered, "You can push me away at any time."

Fu Ting stared at him for a long time, his eyes were erratic, he suddenly raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

It is no exaggeration to say that in an instant, Cen Lian's whole body rushed to the top of his head.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and clasped the back of her neck, and kissed her neatly.

*

The smell of alcohol was domineering and eroded Fu Ting's world.

His thoughts were taken away, and only his voice could be heard in his ears, which held Fu Ting's lifeline just right.

She was pushed against the sofa, her head turned slightly, the tip of the man's straight nose pressed against her soft white cheek and collapsed in a small piece.

Suddenly, Fu Ting woke up suddenly and pushed him away forcefully, with water vapor in his eyes, and roared in anger, "Cen Lian, you took advantage of me."

"Who takes it first?" Cen Juan was pushed aside, his front opened slightly, and he looked extremely sloppy.

His lips were extremely red, stained with waxy wetness, and he smiled happily, "Why did the wicked sue first, eh?"

"..."

Fu Ting thought of something, his face instantly became extremely red, he turned his head and ran upstairs, closing the door heavily.

Fu Ting threw himself into the bed and covered his numb mouth with his hands. The whole body of shame was trembling, unbelievable.

Was she crazy just now, how could she take the initiative to kiss him?

Don't save me, I'm dead!

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And on this evening, the official star-making film and television blog released the casting list of the [Truth] script.

The next storm hits the face.

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