Yi Jian didn't say a word, but looked at her hair with a somewhat intense look.
Zhong Qing wiped it hurriedly, but the white clothes he was wearing were still dirty. Zhong Qing could only hold her own silk handkerchief and wipe it all the time. However, as she wiped and wiped, she
But I felt that the atmosphere was becoming weird little by little.
And the hand, which was originally soft to the touch, seemed to have become hard.
She was so confused that she didn't notice what happened for a while. She just raised her head and looked at the young commander, only to find that the young commander's eyes were looking at her, as if he wanted to swallow her.
Zhong Qing's hand trembled and she heard Yi Jian's muffled groan. Only then did she realize that her hand was actually touching his.
Her little face turned completely red in an instant.
In his small mouth, he couldn't help but blurt out a low-pitched cry, and then took his hand back.
Who knew that her hand would be held tightly by him for a second, pressing against him tightly.
Zhong Qing's face became redder and redder, and her whole body became a little restless, but she couldn't tell why. She just felt a little shy, lowered her head, and couldn't take it away with her fingers. She was so shy.
With.
When Yi Jian saw her like this, she just thought she was very cute.
He lifted the hand that was originally pressing hers slightly, brought it to his mouth, and pecked it twice.
Zhong Qing raised her head and looked at Yi Jian, matching his eyes. She just felt that the man's eyes were extraordinarily hot, completely different from his usually indifferent temperament.
She vaguely felt that something was about to happen, and sure enough, the next second, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and his lips were completely captured by him.
His kiss, like his treatment of her, was very focused and meticulous.
Zhong Qing just felt that her eyes were in a trance, and she whimpered before being completely conquered by him.
She thought he would do something else, but Yi Jian also wanted to do something.
His hands reached towards her chest, but suddenly he stopped abruptly, as if he thought of something.
He was going to meet someone later, and his clothes were dirty. How could he meet someone like this?
Downstairs is the commercial street, and there is a clothing store next to it.
And with his appearance, he naturally couldn't go.
