Fu Ming also stared at Chu Weiwei's slender and weak back, guessing that this girl was in such a mood to take him home. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info not only thought that he was a bad person? Then he shook his head, he was a bad person in the first place. Just ask a person who dares to do this to himself on the road, he has already kicked and flown over, where is there a chance to let him get close.

(The author complained) Hehe, Chu Weiwei is a weak girl, where does she have the strength to kick the bad guys.

Fu Ming's eyes lit up, this girl wanted to ask for help from an acquaintance on the road, and there was a possibility of dealing with him. If this is the case, Fu Ming will also be cold, and the air will almost condense.

No matter how Ren Fuming guessed, Chu Weiwei didn't care, she now clenched Xiaobu's leash and tried to restrain her strangeness. This body is trembling, from the trembling of the soul.

However, the road was calm and nothing happened.

All the way, Fu Ming also followed Chu Weiwei into the house.

The moment she stepped into the entrance, Chu Weiwei didn't even take off Xiaobu's collar. Turned to face Ming Yi and said, "Can I touch your face?"

Fu Ming also looked down at the girl in front of her with an absolute height difference, she licked her dry lips, and grabbed the clothes on her side with both hands naturally hanging down. It seems that I am shy about my abrupt request, and I seem to be afraid of being rejected and feel uneasy.

Fu Ming also thought about it, after all, it was very insecure to take in a person he didn't know and couldn't see his appearance in his own home. Touching her face should give her a sense of security as a blind person.

"Good. Almost at the moment when Fu Mingyi's voice fell, Chu Weiwei raised her hands and tried to stand on tiptoe to reach Fu Mingyi's face.

Afraid that the girl's body would lose its balance, although she didn't hold Chu Weiwei's body with her hands, Fu Ming still bent over without a trace and lowered her head.

The girl's hands were soft and fell on his face as if they were massaged. Chu Weiwei's hand groped upwards little by little. Reaching the man's forehead, and then down little by little, his fingers traced his heroic sword eyebrows, then followed the arch of his eyebrows, to the center of his eyebrows, slid a little bit over the sculptural three-dimensional bridge of his nose, brushed his nose, groped his face, and came to his lips. The girl nodded his lips very seriously, and the soft fingertips stroked his lips, sliding down his jaw and chin. As if to remember his face deeply. When Chu Weiwei's hand was about to gradually slide downward, sliding over his Adam's apple. Fu Ming also grabbed her hand.

The man's blazing heat passed through her wrists and into her nerve cells. Chu Weiwei seemed to wake up.

"It's okay, right? It was obviously a question sentence, but Fu Ming also used a statement tone. If she wasn't a weak woman, how could he let her be so presumptuous on his face.

"Me, it's okay. Chu Weiwei's voice was low, and Fu Ming didn't find it this time.