Looking at Tang Xinrou's actions just now, An Feiran is so precious to the clothes. Song Jingwan was guessing that the clothes probably didn't belong to him, and she didn't know if they were rented.
The appearance of Tang Xinrou now explained her guess.
It's really unexpected.
Tang Xinrou actually fell in love with the man she didn't want, which made her feel proud and happy.
"No, no, there is still a difference compared with you, for example—"
Tang Xinrou grabbed An Feiran's tie and kissed him hard on the lips. Then she leaned lazily into his arms, and gave Song Jingwan a provocative look.
Suddenly being hugged around the waist, Tang Xinrou froze, taking advantage of Song Jingwan's inattention, and gave An Feiran a hard look.
An Feiran's porcelain-white skin was flushed, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Tang Xinrou.
"See? This is the difference between you and me. You can say casually, do you think he cares about you? Huh?"
Song Jingwan's smug smile disappeared completely when she saw Tang Xinrou kissing An Feiran.
She gritted her back molars, "Okay, you are cruel."
"Hey, fight with me? You are not worthy!"
Tang Xinrou looked at her disdainfully, and held An Feiran's hand domineeringly, "Let's go!"
An Feiran's eyes curled up, "Yes."
He quietly held her soft little hand behind his back.
Tang Xinrou didn't change her expression, she raised her head and held her chest high, walking in a charming manner.
Tang Xinrou's instant camouflage instantly collapsed when she escaped from that piercing gaze.
She shook off An Feiran's hand in disgust, and glared at him with puffed cheeks, "Who asked me to hold my hand?! Also, you were taking advantage of me just now, right? An Feiran, do you want to die!"
An Feiran was innocent and wronged, his hand was thrown away, and he was quite at a loss.
"You pulled me first."
"I..." Tang Xinrou put her hands on her hips, "That's because I don't like Song Jingwan, so I deliberately stimulated her!"
"You even kissed me."
"Cough..." Tang Xinrou felt guilty for a moment, and his eyes fluttered, "I kiss you because I think highly of you! That's your honor!"
An Feiran nodded slightly, and said 'oh', "That was my first kiss."
His eyes were clear and black, as clean as a spring in a mountain stream. Looking at Tang Xinrou's face was burning to death, she licked her dry lips, trying to put on a righteous look.
"What happened to your first kiss? Do you mean that I took advantage of you by kissing you? Your first kiss is still my first kiss! What? Don't tell me you regret it, then go find Song Jingwan!"
As she talked, she said she was angry, snorted coldly, turned around and walked away angrily.
An Feiran stretched out his hand to touch his lips, and stepped up to follow.
"Your first kiss...really?"
"What do you mean? You really feel that you are at a disadvantage, don't you?!"
Tang Xinrou gritted her teeth, and suddenly reached out and pushed him viciously against the wall of the corridor. Before her brain could react, she had already kissed him again.
This time it wasn't just superficial, but with some domineering catharsis.
Although she is a veteran driver in spirit, in reality, she has no experience at all.
Purely by instinct.
She closed her eyes tightly, her thick eyelashes trembling rapidly, constantly sweeping back and forth on An Feiran's skin.
There was a smile in the boy's dark and clear eyes. He stretched out his hand to hold her waist. Before Tang Xinrou realized it, their positions had been reversed.
Tang Xinrou stared in astonishment, her back pressed against the cool wall.
The scalding temperature of the palm was transmitted through the thin fabric, causing a shiver...