The pain made Zhuang Nainai groan, and he immediately felt that his movements slowed down.
That kind of meticulous and careful tenderness gave her the illusion that she was being cared for.
The fists hidden under the quilt were clenched, and Zhuang Nainai slowly closed her eyes.
He moved for a moment, then suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered: "Nana..."
The familiar title made Zhuang Nainai stunned.
A sour feeling arose spontaneously in my heart.
But at this moment...
Looking back, he saw her petite body lying on a three-by-three-meter European-style bed, looking so charming.
The corners of Si Zhengting's usually cold lips curled up slightly.
The previous situation flashed through my mind unconsciously...
When he was a freshman in high school, there was a Chinese class, and the teacher asked him to write an essay using his dreams. At that time, he discovered that she was always looking at him maliciously while writing.
But he didn't take it seriously, because he had this look in almost every class.
But when the next Chinese class was held, the teacher rushed into the classroom angrily and threw the homework directly on Zhuang Nainai's desk, "Zhuang Nainai, are you so promising?!"
All the students stretched out their little heads and stared at her, but Zhuang Nainai was still very innocent: "Teacher, what's wrong with me?"
Seeing her like this, the Chinese teacher was very angry and said, "Okay, okay! Since you dare to write, do you dare to read it to everyone?"
(End of chapter)