What does the cold want to do? Why do I feel like it is trying to skin me? I looked at myself for no apparent reason. Did I do something wrong?
"That senior, did I do anything wrong?" I shrank my neck and asked in fear. I didn't seem to have done anything wrong. But why did I feel so guilty that I didn't dare to look at him as if I had done something wrong? It seemed to me that I was still inferior.
Just eat first and pretend you don’t know anything. In fact, nothing happened.
No, what qualifications does this guy have to talk coldly to me? I didn't do anything wrong. I scooped up the porridge in the bowl. The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. I decided to raise my head and reason with him, even if he didn't let me accept the love letter.
Well, you still have to look at me like a yaksha and bully me for being a new student.
Huh, yes, I raised my head and reasoned with him. I am Feng Wusha, the black sheep of the Feng family. Apart from my grandfather who sings face-changing, who am I afraid of? I thought to myself, my brain immediately issued an order, and my neck started after receiving the order.
action.
Oh my god, when did this guy stand up and bring his face so close, and hold my chin with his right hand, his lips seemed to be 'accidentally' touching mine?! God, please send me
A great god came to kick me and told me that none of this was true! My face suddenly turned red - my first kiss was taken away by someone under such circumstances. Why didn't I feel sad at all?
But jumping extremely fast?[
I should have punched and kicked him, I should have bitten him so hard that his lip was broken, unable to eat, and swollen like a sausage. I should have rewarded him with a fried bun and let him have a taste of incest.
Damn it, I shouldn't have been molested without any defense in front of so many classmates!
But why don't my hands work? Why are my cheeks so red and hot? Why does my blood seem to be boiling? Why do I seem to faint?
Finally - my vision went dark and I fainted. I didn't know what was going on. I only saw the president's face looking forward to the show and Lan Xiyan, who looked nervous.
VOL4
Well, the quilt smelled so good, and it was completely different from my own milk-scented quilt. I took a deep breath and tried my best to bury my face in the quilt. How could someone's quilt smell better than my milk-scented quilt?