Except for that night, the first time I had such close contact with a boy, I could still feel his slightly undulating chest.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, what can I do?

Although she loves handsome guys, she won't refuse to come.

She didn't fully know him, and she had such an intimate act, and it was okay to be seen.

"You let me go." Both hands grabbed his arm, trying to push her away.

Suddenly, he shushed and motioned for her to be silenced.

Puzzled, frowning, and about to increase his strength, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps.

"What about people?"

"I don't see it."

"Go over there and look for it."

"Yes."

The voice was fierce, as if he was looking for someone.

Seeing him act like this again, Yan Weichu immediately understood.

Are these people looking for him?

Why look for him?

Yan Weichu didn't dare to make a sound, if she was found out because of herself, she would become a public enemy of the whole people.

Seeing how popular he was in the fighting ring, she knew that he was adored by girls.

What does he look like under this mask, Yan Weichu became more and more curious.

Secretly, stealthily, he reached out and grabbed the fingers on his arm, carefully loosening them, and instead grabbed the mask from his face.

The black mask adds to the mystery, especially his eyes, and the more she looks, the more she looks like a person.

She had to see what her cheeks looked like under the mask.

Yan Weichu was immersed in revealing the secret, completely unaware that someone had already realized it.

So when her hand was about to grab his mask, her wrist was suddenly clasped.

Dark eyes were as dark as a deep pool, locking her movements.

The voice was cold with a hint of sharpness: "What are you going to do?" ”

There was a sudden pain in her wrist, and she reacted and was caught red-handed.

Damn, I didn't feel a pity at the beginning.

He moved the corners of his lips and looked up with a smile: "I'm just curious about your face." ”

"It's ugly." He didn't think to answer.

"But I don't think you're ugly." Yan Weichu can feel that this face is not ugly, just this breath and figure can be associated.

But she still wanted to see his cheek.

"Really?" He slowly approached, close to her lips.

The scorching breath was circulating, tickling.

Yan Weichu felt it instantly.

She shrunk her neck, swallowed violently, and didn't dare to move.

The part of his chest began to thump again, almost jumping out of his chest.

Never before has there been a heartbeat like this......

He looked at her cheeks and saw her little face slowly flush, her eyes blinking, as if there was a hint of embarrassment.

He leaned down even more, his lips almost touching her red lips.

She bit her lower lip and leaned back sharply, but there was a wall behind her, and she couldn't back away at all.

"Afraid of me?" His voice became evil, and the corners of his lips curled up in a vague curvature.

Yan Weichu couldn't say whether she was afraid or what, anyway, she didn't want to be passive, bit her lip, and plucked up her courage: "Who is afraid of you, besides, why should I ......"

Suddenly looking up, he realized that he was too close, and because he mustered up the courage to refute, he completely forgot that his lips were almost close to hers.

So with a slight gesture of raising her head, her lips took the initiative to touch his.

'Why should I be afraid of you......' The words were not finished, and the remaining words had already been swallowed into her stomach.

When she met his lips, her eyes widened, and her mind was empty of thought.