Wen Ci trembled when Lin Ming's arm touched her shoulder, and grabbed Lin Ming's arm with his backhand to give him an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Eh!!" Lin Ming hurriedly shouted when his feet left the ground, Wen Ci let go of his hand, and he jumped to the side.

"Some people, who usually look gentle, privately like to throw others over their shoulders." Lin Ming's arm hurt from being pulled, and he rubbed it in place and muttered.

“…… In fact, I ......" Wen was speechless, and felt that his image had completely collapsed.

Lin Ming felt that he had just not completed such a set of actions as "the domineering president embraces his lover and says that women don't be wronged, and you are not allowed to be sad for others", so he looked at Wen Ci with condemnation.

“…… Why don't you do it again......? Wen Ci asked sincerely.

"Hmph." Lin Ming snorted magnificently.

"Don't come to pull D......!!" Wen Ci rolled his eyes, and before he could finish speaking, he staggered and was dragged into Lin Ming's arms and hit his chest.

Hiss.

Wen Ci, who had already escaped from his anger because of Lin Ming's commotion operation, sighed deeply.

Tsk tsk.

Not to mention, this skinny one turned out to be a thin master who stripped and wore flesh and looked thin.

It seems to have abs...

Wen Ci swallowed his saliva, he was greedy.

Lin Ming felt that he had just pulled people to stumble, and it was not overbearing enough to throw out a graceful arc.

In the past few days, he has stayed up late and read 4 novels of the domineering president, but he can't waste it, he knows it by heart.

Lin Ming considered how to be more domineering.

He took a step back, and reached out again to press Wen Ci, who was still trying to suppress his dirty thoughts of touching Lin Ming's abdominal muscles, into his arms.

"it." Wen Ci was knocked out of a beautiful Chinese sentence.

"Xiao Ci, do you think I'm overbearing?"

“……？” I don't think your dad has arrived, you're almost there. There is not much time left, is the suicide note ready?

Seeing that Wen Ci didn't speak, Lin Ming's domineering president brain could no longer suppress his surging desire to perform.

She must have been shy.

Lin Ming thought a little happily.

"Some people, who are usually cold and don't care about others in front of others, actually have a coquettish soul in their hearts." Lin Ming chuckled.

Wen Ci was shocked.

"Lin Ming," she swallowed, suppressed, "I'll tell you something." ”

"Huh?" Lin Ming's domineering president, who thought he was evil, smiled.

"Your arm is pressed against the old lady's breast." A gentle voice came out faintly, with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

“…… I. Lin Ming "I" didn't say anything from "I", but just embarrassedly wanted to move the victim down.

Wen Ci took a deep breath and smiled.

"If you don't take it away, are you waiting for me to throw you over the shoulder?"

Wen Ci deeply felt that he was a little bad, obviously thinking about how to touch other people's abdominal muscles to take advantage of the last second, and the next second he wanted to throw others over his shoulder.

Lin Ming froze for a moment, let go of his hand, and quickly took a few steps back.

"I, I, I didn't mean to." Lin Ming's face was much redder than Wen Ci's eyes just now, like boiled prawns.

Plateau red.

Gentle thoughts.

"Why are you blushing again......" Wen Ci really found it very interesting for a little boy like Lin Ming.

"I'm not like you......" Lin Ming kept remembering the feeling he had touched his arm before, and his neck was a little red.

"Not like me? What the? Wen Ci felt that he was connotating himself.

Not as thick-skinned as you.

"It's not as good-looking as you, and I'm used to this kind of scene when I'm confessed a lot by others..."

Survival desire MVP, Lin Ming.