Yun Xia was carrying her backpack and was about to carry it on her shoulders, but a hand grabbed her by the collar.
The other party took her leisurely, grabbed her back by the collar with one hand, and took the backpack with the other hand.
Then, that slender white hand slowly slid down her sleeve.
Wen Ruan pressed against her fingers, and little by little, clasped each fingertip of the girl.
This kind of pulling method made the little devil feel a little hot all over.
She subconsciously twitched her hand, and the tall young man next to her lowered her eyes, clasped her fingertips, and said in a flat tone, "Hey, take me well."
Yun Xia couldn't help pursing her lips, two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.
She was a little puzzled.
Strange... Heavenly Dao, what kind of magical skill does this have, which makes people feel hot just holding hands
She struggled, but she didn't break away, so she was dragged obediently.
Jiang Heng looked sideways, glanced at the top of the girl's head, and slowly hooked her fingertips along her hand.
She squeezed her soft little hand, rubbed her fingertips, and rubbed them slowly, before she opened her thin lips and asked softly, "Are your fingers tired after knocking for so long?"
"A little bit." Yun Xia nodded.
The little bamboo horse's thin lips curled into a slight smile, her aura showed a little laziness, but her posture was gentle, she took her hand, and her slender body leaned down slightly.
Yun Xia's fingertips touched the soft and thin lips. The breath is soft and hot.
She suddenly widened her eyes.
The other party kissed her fingertips, sticking to her thin lips, with a hoarse voice: "Go back and rub it for you."
The two walked out of the building.
The boy leaned over and kissed the girl's fingertips lightly, and this scene happened to fall into the camera.
The reporters finally saw the figure.
Although the news in the academic world does not have as much traffic as entertainment gossip.
But there are many students across the country, and there are also many academics.
Therefore, there is always a market for news, and journalists must take it seriously.
Especially this kind of big game.
This competition also alarmed the old professors from the first academy to watch the competition in person.
The reporters who saw the figure outside the door rushed forward with their cameras on their shoulders.
Jiang Heng raised his eyes, raised one arm, and stood in front of the girl lazily. His eyes were cold, and he glanced at the reporters.
Yun Xia felt that the character of a veteran cadre of a small bamboo horse must not like to be interviewed and reported...
But she needs it!
She immediately grabbed the man's snow-colored sleeve, raised her head and whispered: "Listen to what they say."
Jiang Heng lowered his head slightly.
Facing a pair of round and clear eyes, she blinked at him.
He paused slightly.
"Okay..." The young man lowered his arms, lowered his eyes calmly, and nodded obediently.
Among the crowd were reporters who had interviewed him last time, and they were stunned when they saw this scene.
Last time, this person didn't say anything, and left coldly. He didn't intend to accept an interview at all!
Many reporters thought it would be the same this time.
I had already prepared for the containment, so I must let these two elementary school bullies speak up... At least I can make a content out of it.
Unexpectedly, when the little girlfriend opened her mouth, the principles of the master student would easily be shattered into scum.
The reporters couldn't help but sigh.
Everyone is also smart, not to disturb the boy next to him, and wisely moved the microphone to the little girl Baijing.
"We've been watching the live broadcast, were you modeling just now?"
"May I ask if you have completed the mission? It's only been half a day now..."
"Excuse me, what grade do you predict?"
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PS: Happy Chinese Valentine's Day ~ Dog Abuse Day is sad, why don't the male and female protagonists split up and comfort everyone, ahahahaha! cough cough.
Knife down, I'm kidding
(end of this chapter)