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Chapter 103: Marrying 54

Jiang clearly heard the sound of wood breaking. She stopped and looked at the palm stretched out in the darkness.

"You can trample all the stairs down if you can," Jiang Youchao said provocatively.

Yan Zhantian was stunned. This was different from what he had imagined. Shouldn't he shyly put his hand on his palm, feeling that he was so reliable and his heart was beating?

Why is this happening?

What part went wrong?

Yan Zhantian was silent, his brain circuit took an inexplicable turn. One second he was still doubting himself, and the next second he was filled with pride. She is indeed the woman I like, but she is different from other women. She can give it to me every time.

Fresh experience.

"I don't dare." Yan Zhantian restrained his thoughts and still didn't take back his outstretched hand. His expression was sincere and sincere, "This step is really loose. It's safer to hold my hand."

Jiang You didn't make a sound, and the dark space fell into silence. Yan Zhantian could hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, beating fiercely.

Among the violent heartbeats, he also heard a weak, slow heartbeat that belonged to her. Compared to his excitement and excitement, she was so calm that it was heart-breaking.

Yan Zhantian felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. Unspeakable disappointment arose in his heart, but he stubbornly did not put down his outstretched hand.

He thought he couldn't wait to hold her hand, but he found a soft and tender hand in his palm.

Yan Zhantian subconsciously tightened his grip and pulled him over, and Jiang You threw himself into his arms.

With the soft and fragrant petite body in his arms, Yan Zhantian's slight disappointment was instantly replaced by ecstasy. Without giving Jiang You a chance to regret it, he hugged her waist and ran up.

Jiang was much smaller than him. He held her in his arms and lifted her up, directly away from the ground, completely being held by him.

Yan Zhantian ran very fast, his arms were strong and strong, and Jiang You was almost strangled by him.

Jiang was expressionless again. He couldn't go on like this. If he continued like this, he would have to push further.

So Yan Zhantian, who was impatient, felt a soft and cold hand on the back of his neck, as if fate had pinched the back of his neck. Yan Zhantian's knees softened and he knelt down.

Fortunately, he remembered not to hurt his Qingqing and put her down firmly before kneeling down.

Jiang looked down at Yan Zhantian again in the dim light. He lowered his head slightly and stubbornly held her hand tightly with his big palm, refusing to let go.

The place where his palms met was wet. Under normal circumstances, Jiang You would have thrown away his hand and wiped the sweat away. However, he was really charming from this angle, and Jiang You couldn't help but touch it with his other free hand.

He lifted his chin, then raised his head and scratched his chin lightly.

It feels good, I love it.

The cold touch on the back of Yan Zhantian's neck seemed to have not disappeared. The gentle tickling on his chin made him freeze, and then his whole body trembled. A familiar feeling engraved in his soul made his eyes red, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug him.

He grabbed the waist of the woman in front of him.

Yan Zhantian's brain was in chaos, and he felt a little dizzy, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. The fragrance of the woman penetrated his nose domineeringly, and he had a feeling that he had not seen for a long time.

"Well..." Jiang tried to tear the person off again, but accidentally heard a low whimper, like a lost beast that finally found its owner and clung to his body to vent its grievances.

Jiang sighed again, didn't he just scratch his chin? There was no need for such a big reaction, right?

It made her not want to be a human being at all.

Jiang glanced at the lively live broadcast room again and decisively clicked the close button. The close button that he had been unable to find before was now discovered at a glance.

The blacked-out screen went blank for a moment, and then a barrage filled with question marks appeared.

"What just happened?"

"I just smashed a walnut, why did the screen go black? Is it not suitable for children?"

"Isn't the anchor sexually frigid? Why is he so anxious all of a sudden? Did I miss something?"

"Is there anything that valued members can't see?"

"I heard that the anchor is a werewolf with weird sexual habits, so who is messing with who?"


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