The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

The first second was smashed to pieces by the shells, and the next second when he opened his eyes, he was confronted with a greasy pie face. Chu Jungu’s body reacted faster than his brain. The road, hands and feet together, directly smashed the greasy big cake face into the wall.

bang—

"Ow-!!"

Without any suspense, the crashing sound and the pitiful howl exploded in her ears.

The appalling scream made Chu Jungu, who was still a little confused, squinted his eyes, and a carp was half-kneeling on the bed, staring at the corner of the wall with one hand covering the bridge of the nose and the other hand covering the lower body, rolling over and over. The fat man's expression stiffened slightly.

This is-

What the **** are you doing?

However, it seems to be very hot and thirsty—

She licked her lips, half-squinted her eyes, reached out and tugged at the buttons tightly fastened between her neck, and then looked around.

The room is not small, the bedside lamp is dim, and some interesting tools are hung on the European-style wine-brown and murderous wall, and I can vaguely hear the deafening music next door, the time of the clock on the wall, It's half past eleven at midnight.

Gee, is this a suite room in a nightclub?

His hands and feet were weak, his dizziness was soft, and he was extremely hot and hungry.

It's just that something doesn't seem right.

The front foot was blown to death, and the back foot opened his eyes and almost fell asleep. What kind of routine is this?

And there is always such a bit of deja vu in this way?

It's so confusing.

No, go to pee, wash your face, and wake up.

As for the fat man—

She propped up her legs that were soft like noodles, leaned against the wall, picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, and unceremoniously opened a scoop for him and let him sleep for an hour. Be clear about the current situation.

In the bathroom, Chu Jungu buried his face directly in the sink and poured out the water to wake himself up.

But there was too much alcohol in her body, and the medicine was strong enough, and she couldn't wake up for a while. In desperation, she turned her head slightly, opened her mouth to the faucet, and poured her stomach. Then she lay down on the toilet and put her hand on her tongue. , to hush la la and spit it all out.

After several times in a row, I woke up and sobered up, and the effect of the medicine had faded. Then I grabbed the towel on one side and wiped my head, then propped myself up and looked in the mirror.

Seeing this, her expression became a little stunned.

It was a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy, who was in his prime, when he was carefree.

He is very tall and slender. According to visual estimation, he is about 1.75 meters. He wears a peach-colored suit with a pink and white plaid shirt inside, a pink tie, and pure silver-white short hair.

The face is very small and the face is very delicate. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a slap face, especially the slightly long and narrow eyes, which are like peach blossom eyes and Danfeng eyes. Very lustful.

Coupled with the water droplets that fell from the hair, face, and down the thin white neck, slipped into the semi-wet neckline, and flowed deeper down the looming collarbone, like a peach blossom demon who came out of the jungle. .

The supreme pure love, and the supreme deception.

This is an overly beautiful little devil, so beautiful that people can't help being attracted to him at first sight.

However, Chu Jungu was not surprised that the young man looked too beautiful, but she was very familiar with this face, to the point that she would be woken up by the countless knife marks on her face every midnight dream.

She tilted her head, confused in her eyes.

The young man in the mirror also tilted his head, feeling the same confusion.