Quickly wear the boss, she is always teased by male gods

Chapter 642 The Prince Is Making Trouble Again 7
It was the season of peach blossoms, and in the small courtyard, after a while, pink petals slowly fell, covering the ground with a thin layer.

The man stood behind the woman, his slender figure standing still, his slender fingers holding onto a bunch of blue silk.

More long hair fell from his hands.

The girl tilted her head: "What's wrong?"

The handsome and straight man lowered his eyes slightly, "It's nothing."

He held the comb, and his movements were a little rusty.

Slowly slide down along the girl's black hair.

"oops."

Fu Chen was taken aback and stopped moving.

The girl reached out and rubbed the back of her head, "..."

It really shouldn't be molesting a handsome guy and letting him comb his hair.

Ask for it!

She looked at the fallen hair on the ground with distress.

"Okay, okay, that, take it easy."

The people behind were quiet for a while, and the next movement was really light and light.

Although he was quite light to begin with, he was still clumsy, maybe all men are like that.

After being reminded by her later, maybe because of her experience, it was actually a lot softer and more comfortable.

The girl propped her chin on the stone table, squinted her eyes and basked comfortably in the sun.

After a while, there was no movement behind him.

"Finish combing?"

She took a look in the mirror, a simple bun, but although simple, it suits her face shape very well, making her look beautiful and lovely.

In the mirror, the man's handsome face was quiet.

"Ah."

The girl stood up straight, stared at the face in the mirror, frowned and commented: "Well, it feels... so-so."

The young man didn't speak, but stood behind her, his brows pale.

She turned around abruptly, put the mirror down, stretched out an arm, and pushed the man against the wall.

There was a soft "bang".

The girl straightened her neck and looked up at him, "I'm not satisfied."

wall dong.

The girl stood leisurely, with one hand propped beside him.

The young man was pushed against the wall, and his tall body was trapped between the girl and the wall.

His lips parted slightly, and then slowly...closed.

Silently, in this forced posture, stood.

The girl's breath has been rubbed up, Bidong's hand grabs his wrist, slowly moves up along the wrist, presses his hand against the wall, slowly, slowly fingers Interlocking.

Warm and gripping.

It's a touching hand.

There are cocoons left over from years of martial arts practice at the tiger's mouth, including here, the touch on the hands is extremely warm.

I don't know if it's her illusion or what, but at this moment I feel very hot.

The person who had been silent just now froze for a moment because of her movement.

The palms were empty, the warmth was pulled away, the man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he looked away, and said in a deep and light voice, "Girl...respect yourself."

"Self-respect?"

The girl tucked the button of his neckline, and the action can be said to be very self-respecting and coquettish, "Why should I be self-respecting? Am I not your savior?"

She looked up at him with playful eyes.

Because of this sudden approach, the breath on the girl's body is also getting closer.

It's just a normal smell brought from the outside, surrounded by peach blossoms.

But inexplicably brought on the hallucinations of intoxication.

He slowly looked away and looked away, "Yes, but... Fu can only provide what he deserves in return."

The young man's body is as motionless as a mountain, and as quiet as a pine tree.

"Huh? Is that so?"

Girls are full of wickedness.

"But, I am your savior."

"As long as you obey me, I promise to save you completely."

She reached out and pinched his face playfully.

(End of this chapter)