115 Blushing
The motion of his lightly kissing her fingers stopped suddenly, his lips trembled, and his eyes were firmly locked on her, "You... say it again?" As if he could not believe it, but as if he had been waiting for a long time. As for the voice that was originally elegant, it became a little hoarse.
"I like you." Chu Huan blushed, but she said it again.
"Huan, Huan, Huan..." He held her in his arms again and rubbed her hair, only feeling the joy in his heart, as if it was about to explode, "Kiss me, kiss me, Then tell me how much you like me." He lowered his head, his forehead pressed against her forehead, and his elegant voice had an excitement she had never heard before.
His lips are moist and sexy, with a kind of extreme sex.
And she, as if she couldn't help being attracted, put her hands around his neck little by little, stood on her toes, and kissed his lips.
Soft, with a unique breath of his, fascinated her...
Confessing in the toilet, although it made Chu Huan quite embarrassed, but at any rate, she really understood her own mind, and she had taken an important step in the process of interacting with Xiao Moye, so Chu Huan could only Consoling myself, if Xiao Moye hadn't been so forced by Xiao Moye just now, she might be confused now.
After kissing his lips flushed, he raised his hand and rubbed her forefinger and middle finger gently against her lips.
The lips were slightly hot when he rubbed them.
"Huan, lick and scatter." His two fingers stretched out in front of her eyes, and her tongue could even touch his fingertips as long as she protruded slightly.
lick? !
Chu Huan was stunned, raised his eyes to look at Xiao Moye, only to find that there was a deep desire in his dark eyes.
It was as if this was something he longed for, and she... actually didn't want to refuse his longing.
After hesitating for a while, Chu Huan opened his lips somewhat shyly, and the tip of his pink tongue protruded slightly, and he tentatively brushed Xiao Moye's fingertips.
His body quivered almost imperceptibly, and he moved his fingers closer to her lips and tongue.
"Come on, lick it up slowly, roll your tongue up, yes, Huan... That's great..." He guided her tongue to wrap around his fingers, bewitching all her thoughts with the most beautiful voice.
As if possessed by a demon, she listened to him, licking his fingertips, over and over again.
His fingers are slender and clean, just like the hands of an artist, and at this moment, the fingers are stained with her saliva, under the fluorescent lamp, reflecting the transparent luster.
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside again, followed by the sound of pushing the door.
"Huanhuan, are you there?" Fang Ting'er's voice was heard.
Chu Huan came back to his senses with a rousing spirit. The person who came in right now—it was actually Ting'er!
Chu Huan dared not respond, stiffening. A voice said, "It looks like it's not there."
Chu Huan heard this voice, it was Cai Xi.
"I don't know where I went." Fang Ting'er said, "Even Xiao Moye disappeared all of a sudden. I don't know if the two of them went together. Hey, it's not right. If you left by yourself, How can Huanhuan say hello to me too."
"Right, Ting'er." Cai Xi said, "Are Xiao Moye and Chu Huan really friends?"
"Of course it is, didn't Xiao Moye all said it himself!" Fang Ting'er said.
"But..." Cai Xi hesitated for a while, "I always feel that it is more than that. Xiao Moye's attitude towards Chu Huan seems to be very..." Very different, especially Xiao Moye's attitude towards Chu Huan. She intuitively felt that the relationship between the two was more than just ordinary friends.
Chu Huan's body stretched straighter, Xiao Moye bent over to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Are you nervous?"
Nonsense, of course she is nervous!
She hurriedly made a silent gesture to him, but it made him thin his lips and smiled softly. She was afraid that he would laugh out loud, and quickly raised her hand to cover his lips.
The small, soft palm against his lips is so nervous, yet so cute. Xiao Moye stared at Chu Huan, only to see that her ear was close to the door panel, as if he wanted to listen more carefully to the conversation between the two outsiders.
"What's so, don't think about this kind of thing. Whether Huanhuan and Xiao Moye are friends or not, it's not at all that we should be worried about." Fang Ting'er said haha, she naturally knew Chu Huan didn't want to pass on to the school about his association with Xiao Moye.
With that, Fang Ting'er pulled the topic away again. Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried about when Ting'er and Cai Xi would leave, but she felt that she was covering the palm of Xiao Moye’s lips. Covered by only the palm.
As soon as he turned his head, he met his heavy but bright eyes, so dark, so deep, yet so intense, and exuding a desire that was so heavy that it made people breathless.
Yes, desire, that was the desire she had seen in his eyes several times.
Her heart began to panic again, Ting'er and the others are still outside, but he...
He pulled her hand to his chest and moved it down a little bit until it reached the center of his swollen/swollen desire/hope. Through the pants, she could feel the heat of that place.
There, she had touched it once, and now it was the second time.
She bit her lip and looked at him, wondering if he wanted her to feel his swelling/swelling like she was watching a show at the Great Hall of the People.
But he didn't want to, he moved her hand to his trouser chain, his lips, almost silently, "Want to see?"
She was really taken aback, if it weren't for Ting'er and Cai Xi still outside, she would have called out directly.
His eyes were half-closed, and he looked at her fixedly, with a bit of confusion, "Want to see?" His lips moved silently, repeating the words between them.
Want to see it? Want to see it
Her knowledge of the man’s place only originated from the physical hygiene class, comics and novels, but the pictures and text descriptions that were drawn out were always different from the real ones.
Especially... the real one belongs to him.
His fingers guided her to hold the zipper, his breath sprayed on her face, and there was an amorous feeling in his brows and eyes.
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These words don’t count as money: I admit, I’m evil~Because I really want to write about certain plots in the toilet, so... as pure as the author, I will occasionally open meat~