Chapter 109: Strongly Popular (36)
Aowu knew that she was aloof and arrogant, and she definitely didn't want to show her weak side.
Seeing how uncomfortable she was, the kind-hearted Beast couldn't help but feel soft.
"Can...can you hold on?"
Zhou Ye ignored him.
"Either, let's quit this world. You, go find some sleeping pills and take a nap. Then we can leave."
This is all Aowu can do.
Zhou Ye lowered his head and remained silent.
After a while, Aowu saw that she suddenly moved, lowered her head, raised her feet and walked towards the living room. In front of her was a wall with a hollow in the middle.
Aowu was wondering when he suddenly saw Fu Wenjun walking around from the other side of the wall.
Zhou Ye's target is him.
Aowu, my heart trembled.
I was afraid that Zhou Ye would go crazy and hurt innocent people.
So, he watched Zhou Ye's pace quicken, and before he reached the wall, he stretched out his hand. When Fu Wenjun had just exposed half of his body, Zhou Ye pulled him over with such force that he was completely unprepared. Fu Wenjun stumbled, his center of gravity unsteady, and he fell directly into Zhou Ye's arms.
The two of them fell back together, but fortunately there was a sofa behind them.
"Bang——"
After the muffled sound, Zhou Ye took a deep breath, slowly opened his closed eyes, and a breath of fresh air flowed into his body from his nose. A feeling of refreshment swept over his body for a moment. The thirsty traveler walking in the desert suddenly encountered Arrived at a clear and cold spring.
Now Fu Wenjun is no longer watermelon in summer and roasted potato in winter, but medicine, her medicine.
Unprecedented ease and pleasure.
OK, very good...
Fu Wenjun is such a good thing, she will smoke it every day from now on.
Better than medicine.
Fu Wenjun was stunned.
Feeling the soft fragrance under his body, the man felt like he was lying on a cloud, and his normally sober and sensible brain completely shut down at this moment.
The ears had a mind of their own, turning red, and a red cloud also climbed up on the fair and slender neck.
This red cloud goes all the way down, and the two slender collarbones on the shoulder blades are lean and fair, with a peachy pink color.
There was moisture at the end of the eyes, and the shallow eyes were covered with a layer of mist. The man stared at Zhou Ye with his eyes open in a daze, his back tensed, his jaw line delicate, and he looked extremely nervous.
"Zhou, Zhou Ye, first, take a shower first."
Zhou Ye opened a pair of black eyes and stared at the pink tips of his ears.
"You're having a fever."
She described it lightly, her voice calm.
Fu Wenjun's heart beat wildly. He raised his face and stared at Zhou Ye's beautiful face. He saw that she was calm and self-possessed, not even the slightest bit confused.
"What do you mean?"
The man wanted to sit up, but there was an unspeakable restlessness and annoyance lingering in his heart.
What was he saying just now? !
Zhou Ye must have known, and she must have sensed the dirty thoughts in his heart.
My face is so hot.
Gotta get up, gotta get up quickly.
Fu Wenjun hurriedly wanted to get up, but his back was suddenly held down by a strong hand.
So he fell down again.
Zhou Ye stared at the man's delicate and handsome face, showing various interesting expressions. He raised his red lips and lightly traced his white fingers.
The man has a slender figure and is purer than imagined.
Zhou Ye smiled.
Look down.
"Don't move, let me hug you."
"I...why should I let you hug me?"
The man has a stern look and a soft heart, and his voice is soft but his tone is fierce.
This kind of threat is fart to Zhou Ye.
She narrowed her eyes and continued to smell his scent.
A look of pleasure flashed across his black eyes.
(End of chapter)