Xiao Moye like this made her feel scared, but Chu Huan couldn't say what she was afraid of.
For this kind of incomprehensible problem, Chu Tongshoe's usual policy is to forget about it.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Huan glanced at the hickey on his neck again, then covered his neck and walked out of the bathroom undercover. He looks like a thief, as if he was afraid of being seen by others. Little did she know that she was even more eye-catching.
In the final analysis, even though classmate Chu Huan has seen N many beautiful romances and all kinds of XXOO knowledge in his spiritual consciousness, he can talk to a group of netizens in QQ chat, discussing what kind of kiss is more beautiful, and what is abusive heart. To abuse the body, but if you really put it on yourself in reality, it is another matter.
When Chu Huan walked to the corner of the stairs, a box on the right was opened by chance, and a green figure walked out of the box.
Long body, wearing that uniform, short black hair, Molian-like eyes, and exuding a delicate smell all over his body, it wasn't Duan Tang, who else would it be.
"What a coincidence." Duan Tang saw Chu Huan, smiled somewhat unexpectedly, and walked forward, "Come here for dinner?"
"Well, I came with a friend." Chu Huan said, and glanced at the box behind Duan Tang that was still open with the crack of the door. You could vaguely see several figures who were also wearing military uniforms.
Most of the people who can come here for consumption have some background, and a touch of deep thought flashes through Duan Tang's eyes, "A friend in school?"
"No." She didn't intend to talk more, and when she was about to go around him, he grabbed the hand covering her neck. "What's wrong with your neck?" he asked.
"It's nothing, but the neck is a little uncomfortable." She blushed, with a guilty conscience, "Your head doesn't hurt anymore." She looked at him, intending to get away from the topic.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." He shook his head. "Speaking of which, thank you so much."
"No, it's just a small matter." She said hurriedly.
"Small things?" He murmured, suddenly leaning down, his face magnified in front of her without warning.
Chu Huan was taken aback, looking at the beautiful face in front of him with a dazed gaze.
"But for me, it's really not a trivial matter..." He said slowly, with a slight effort on his fingers, he pulled her hand away from her neck, and the bruise on her neck followed. Printed into his eyes.
The dark eyes flashed with surprise, Duan Tang stared straight at the red, feeling a sense of depression in his chest for no reason. It's like... Such marks shouldn't appear on her body, as if she should be... The head seems to be hurting again, the slightest pain like a needle stick.
The wrist clasping her became tighter and tighter, but his face became paler and paler. The previous chapter returns to the contents of the next chapter to see all 4 elements.