It feels like playing with fire and burning yourself.
Ning Ruxi pushed her away and gasped for air.
No one has ever been able to give him such a feeling, that feeling as if he had to eat her dry to be satisfied.
This is not the first time he kissed a girl.
Why is there such an impulse?
She's just a young country girl.
It must be because I am too angry!
Yes, that must be it, damn she climbed into his bed with her shoes on!
Yan Zhen, who was pushed away by Ning Ruxi, could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Her pink face was blushing all the way to her ears!
How dare the damn guy kiss her again!
How dare that damn guy stick that disgusting tongue into her mouth!
"Wow..." All the grievances and humiliations suddenly came out like an overwhelming wave.
Yan Zhen covered her mouth and swallowed back her cries. There were tears as bright as pearls in her clear eyes, and she stared at Ning Ruxi hatefully.
I don't know why, but those eyes and those tears made Ning Ruxi's heart suddenly twitch.
He stepped forward and said coldly, "If you dare to cry again, be careful of me..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhen withdrew her tears like an electric shock. A few crystal tears fell halfway but she had to yank them back.
Seeing that she was so afraid of kissing her, Ning Ruxi got angry again, "Do you know why I'm punishing you? You damn dare to climb into my bed with your shoes on. You're lucky if I don't throw you downstairs!"
Oh my God, there are such shameless people in the world, who behave well even if they get an advantage! Who said that she should be punished with a kiss? He can beat her, scold her or throw her into trouble. Although this is the third floor, throwing her may cause harm.
...No, why is it her fault? It was obviously him who hugged her suddenly, and she had no time to think about anything...
"Why is my forehead so dark?" That tight handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her again.
Yan Zhen's eyes widened, and he subconsciously covered his lips with his hands. The black line on his forehead had turned into a jet black.
"If my sense of taste is correct, this should be Mo, right?" Ning Ruxi narrowed her eyes again and again.
Yan Zhen took a step back, and her voice came from the gap between her hands, "I...how do I know?"
Looking past her, Ning Ruxi spotted his writing brush not far from her.
Damn it, his beloved writing brush actually fell to the ground, and his heart felt so cold, so cold.
Ning Ruxi looked at her with murderous eyes and said coldly: "You are dead!"