"Little thing, what nonsense?" Jun Moying glared at her.

"Isn't it?" Feng Qian felt that she had stopped in moderation, but the grievances in her heart couldn't stop bubbling with acid, making her feel uncomfortable without venting.

"Otherwise, you could have quarreled with me, and you kept asking me well, why did you have to do that to me? Unless you take the initiative to talk to me, if I speak first, you don't plan to talk to me, do you? ”

Have a good quarrel?

"How do you want to quarrel?" Jun Moying raised her eyebrows, pulled her off herself, and at a glance, she noticed her red eyes that she had slightly staggered away from letting him see it, and her heart ached. The words that originally wanted to tease her also stopped in his abdomen, and with a sigh, he gently touched her little face, "Shallow, I don't want to quarrel with you." These days...... I don't want to quarrel with you. Really, don't be sad, I just don't know how to control myself, that's why I'm like this. ”

Feng Qian's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, but he didn't turn around, but his breathing seemed to be suppressed, and he felt a fine and dense pain.

"Then you don't want to do this with me in the future, okay?"

"Okay." The voice was low and hoarse and said such a word, Jun Moying's eyes stared at her deeply, he didn't want to embarrass her, so he didn't force her to turn her head, but at this moment, he couldn't help but break her little face, and it didn't fall on her thin chin with a lot of force, not to be dismissive but with a sense of tenderness.

"Don't cry." He was afraid to see her pretending to be okay despite being in pain, and he was also afraid to see the tears that she couldn't help but shed because of her grievances.

So people are really a combination of contradictions.

As soon as the words fell, he leaned over to her, and within a stone's throw was his handsome face, Feng Qian looked at his face that was getting closer and closer to him, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

The expected kiss didn't fall on her face or lips, and the warm touch on her eyes made her heart tremble.

It was grinding and grinding, and it was gentle as if it was about to melt away.

Obviously he was comforting her at first, but they were still "quarreling" not long ago, Feng Qian didn't know how things developed to the point where she was disheveled and he was still well-dressed.

"Jun Moying, it's time to eat!"

"Well, I'm a little hungry too."

“……”

The curvature of the snow-white neck is like a white swan leaning up on his neck for some reason, his hot lips can make her tremble sensitively wherever he falls, and the blue or red marks on the imprint belong to him, Jun Moying actually thought of Yun Luo a little gloomily at this moment, what if he fell into the water, this little thing belongs to him, and this life can only belong to him!

Now that she has broken into his world, no matter what happens, he will not give her a chance to escape.

So no matter who it is, it is impossible to snatch her from him.

God prevents and destroys God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

"En......"

Sitting on the stool and doing some things are really not very good, the posture of the female *up*man* and the lower makes him go too deep, Feng Qian couldn't help but exhale softly, and that time in South Vietnam was only because she was afraid that there would be no more between them, so she didn't care about it. But at this moment, she really didn't want to be so careless with him in front of the bookcase......

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