It was time after school and people were coming and going. Han Jue and his car-like slut stood out.
In fact, it was extremely conspicuous that we were stuck here talking. My fingers couldn't help but tighten around his waist.
Han Jue understood what I meant. As soon as he turned his hand, the car drove away briskly.
☆☆jin☆yao☆bu☆yu☆☆
The pure feelings of youth are like the briskest wind in the fields in June, whistling and flowing quickly from your ears. Whether you love it or not, you will never look back.
Because school is out, there are many people and cars on the road, making it extremely crowded.
Han Jue's motorcycle was stumbling like a drunken cow, which made me stumble behind him.
If my fingers were not clasped tightly around his waist, my whole chest would hit his back at any time when he suddenly brakes, and my legs would almost fit tightly with his back buttocks.
This feeling makes me, who always like to keep a certain physical distance from others, extremely uncomfortable.
But people in the car cannot make the decision.
I can only try my best to hold on to his waist to slightly avoid this very, very many embarrassing emergencies.
When the motorcycle entered the main road, it became even more crowded, and his car became more and more bumpy.
The car in front suddenly stopped, and Han Jue could only slam on the brakes, making a squeaking sound, as if he was alert and unable to maintain his body balance.
In an instant, I pressed against his back tightly!
Turning his face to the side, he seemed to hear the low voice he was enjoying, that extremely pleasant and cold sound like a string, used in such an almost erotic place...
And it's such a busy road with so many people coming and going, it really makes people laugh and cry.
But at least, it gives people a feeling that this man is not experienced in the physical sensation between men and women, and is easily stimulated by some simple feelings, which seems... very...
I can't describe it, but I don't hate his almost greenish inexperience.