Pretending to have the same facial expressions and stupid words as those of the female fan classmates, Nalan Xiner confidently pressed towards the goal she wanted to study.

It's just one centimeter away.

Her little paw is about to be caught!

"Fuck--"

tragedy.

The man who was clearly in front of him seemed to move instantaneously, just a centimeter away.

And her little hand claws sideways, only having time to grab his pants...

Chuckle--

Such a precious and smooth fabric shook her palm, and at that moment she suddenly thought of the "friction" mentioned in the book when she was reviewing physics lessons last night.

She couldn't help but walked away for a while: should this contact between her and Dongfang be regarded as "static friction" or "sliding friction"?

As a scumbag, it takes some time to come to this conclusion.

But the only conclusion that doesn't need to waste time is-she defeated the uncle this time and failed again!

Not only did it fail, it also failed a bit ugly!

The fabric of the trouser tube is too high-class and exquisite. It is estimated that the friction is close to zero. She slid, slipped from his leg to his ankle, and then fell firmly and fell!

On the ground, there happened to be a small puddle, shallow rain mixed with dust, and slightly muddy.

Nalan Xin'er's delicate white face was about to fall into the puddle, and she couldn't help closing her eyes!

Wrestling upside down, your nose will collapse, right? Oooh!

Will it be bloody?

Wouldn’t it knock her nerves and let her become the first short-lived ghost in history to return to the furnace within 10 days of rebirth?

Ouch! The elder sister just wants to overwhelm the uncle and study his body. She only benefits herself and does not harm others!

The price is too heavy, right?

In an instant, many thoughts came to Nalan Xiner's mind.

But the next second, all worries stopped abruptly——

A strong and powerful hand, as fast as lightning, and as fast as a leopard, instantly embedded between the ground and her face, supporting her chin accurately!

Feeling a cold force, transmitted from the chin to the whole body, although her body tripped in embarrassment, but her face was fine, she was firmly supported by a big cold palm!

Opening her eyes in surprise, Nalan Xin'er was full of incredible.

Uncle Dongfang...

Uncle Dongfang unexpectedly saved her little face at the moment of her death!

The cold and poisonous tongue is like him, he didn't care about her abruptness, didn't blame her for her carelessness, and saved her who fell down!

Wipe, how does it feel like dreaming?

Nalan Xin'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a fluttering butterfly.

Because she suddenly noticed that someone's other hand was lightly scratching her little face! From the cheeks to the tip of the nose, even the delicate lips are taken care of!

The fingertips with thin calluses are cool to the touch, with some sparks!

It was like blowing rain for her, gentle and meticulous.

Like cherishing the closest lover, tenderness and indulgence.

For a moment, Nalan Xin'er really felt that behind Uncle Dongfang's noble and proud face, there was a little deep feeling hidden...

In the next second, his body rose into the air.

Dongfang Yunhe hugged her horizontally!

"Wow—"

The female classmates behind them exclaimed in admiration!

Damn, who is that girl? So lucky? He could even let the Eastern Male God reach out and hug him himself! Still hug the princess! The most romantic princess hug!

Dongfang Yunhe was too tall, and Nalan Xin'er was so hugged by him that the center of gravity of her body was whizzing upward.

Her heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, and her bright eyes looked at Dongfang Yunhe like mists of smoke, and she was startled:

What does Uncle Dongfang mean...

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