"I'm pretending to be cool again. Well, Meng Beichen, I'm just checking in today. I'm thinking, I can live on campus. This will be much more convenient and make better use of my time to work."
Before he finished speaking, he stepped on the brakes, causing her to rush forward with an inertial face.
As if he expected it, he stretched out his arm to block her, and her little nose bumped into his hard arm beautifully again.
"Why did you stop suddenly? My nose will be ruined by your hands sooner or later." She complained and wanted to bite his hand.
"Do you want to live on campus?" He turned to her and asked her with a half-smile.[
"Yeah, okay?" Han Yixing regretted it when she asked this question. This was her own business, why did she ask for his opinion?
"No!" A simple refusal without even any room for maneuver.
Han Yixing had a very strong urge to bite him this time, "Meng Beichen, I take that back, I'm not asking you, I'm informing you that I want to"
Her words were cut off by him, using his lips.
Her eyes widened, and she couldn't keep up with his rhythm. Why did he kiss her again? No, she said she would keep her distance.
Han Yixing's head was dizzy, but he was still struggling subconsciously. He hugged her tightly and kissed her somewhat domineeringly, as if robbing her of her breath. He turned and sucked her, and gently raised her chin with one hand so that he could kiss her.
The more in-depth…
How could Han Yixing, an innocent little green cabbage, be his opponent? He threw away his armor in two or three times and collapsed in his arms. He couldn't tell the difference between the world and the world, letting him take whatever he wanted.
There was a pair of startled eyes staring at that scene outside the car, and he felt like his breath was blocked. He clenched his fists and was about to step forward, but a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and he was blocked by a few bodyguard-looking people.
Gerich wanted to start a fight with them all of a sudden, but he heard Fei Xiluo say coldly: "Master Ge, do you want to stay here to watch our young master and young mistress make love?"
"He's forcing Ah Xing!" He clenched his fists and growled through gritted teeth. He couldn't bear it. He clearly didn't want to look anymore, but he couldn't help but look there.
Han Yixing's hand was clearly holding Meng Beichen. He felt sour and angry. What was her promise last night?