Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Jasmine suddenly bounced off his chest as if she had been electrocuted, with a panicked expression on her face.

Within reach, his skin seemed more alluring than ever.

She just touched his chest with her fingertips, and felt that her heart was about to melt.

It was as if the cream ice cream that had melted under the bright sun had turned into a ball, a trace of extreme embarrassment.

Seeing her shy expression, Huo Ziming shook his head with a narrow smile on his lips.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for four years. The little heroine Su Mo, who I laughed so hard back then, and Su Mo, who was willing to drink with me because of the result of a game, how can she be so pure and fresh?"

"Besides, I'm going to accompany you!" Jasmine Xue rushed to the top of her head and shouted angrily.

"Who hurt me at the beginning? It was you, it was you, who made me like that, accusing me of plagiarism!

You don't know how many people laughed at me in the class at that time, I, I was so pissed off, those annoying female students, those annoying male students, one or two tricked me to laugh at me, wait and see My joke. . .

It's all your fault, and now you're still laughing at me about this..."

As she spoke, the lump of emotion in Jasmine's heart turned into grievance again.

The grievances turned into red eye sockets, pink like cherry blossoms, soft and tender, Huo Ziming's heart almost turned into a puddle of water when he looked at it. . . .

"Okay, okay." He coaxed her, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, now you want me to pay whatever you want, beat me, scold me, and pull my ears!"

"You treat me like a child, what's the use of these? You want to pay me for mental damage—Ha Qiu!!!"

Speaking as if to strengthen her tone, Jasmine sneezed loudly again.

Huo Ziming shook his head and rubbed her hair, "What's wrong? I really have a cold, come on, come closer to me."

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In fact, the two of them were already so close that they couldn't be closer, they could hear each other's heartbeat, and feel each other's breath sprayed on their faces.

From the pupils of the opponent, you can see your own appearance.

It was in such a mood that Jasmine suddenly seemed to be controlled by the devil and became bold.

Just looking at Huo Ziming's eyes, those deep black eyes, Jasmine shook her head and said quickly, "Okay, then you promise me with your body!"

Huo Ziming was slightly stunned, a blush appeared on his cheeks, but in an instant, a bright smile appeared in his eyes, as if he had fallen into all the starlight.

He touched her little finger and said word by word, "Su Mo, what did you just say? Say it again."

"I, I didn't say anything."

Jasmine turned her head abruptly, "I didn't say anything, you're hallucinating, you're demented."

"Is it my dementia, or your courage is getting fatter, you are so brave."

Huo Ziming's eyes were full of smiles, and he gently squeezed her cheeks with his hands, squeezing her small face like a little fox.

"Say, what did you just say? Say it again!"

"I've already said it, but I didn't say anything." Jasmine was both ashamed and anxious.

What the hell is going on?How could I say such a thing?Is it to fight with him, or, in my heart, I really... want to make a promise with my body...

Jasmine pondered her own thoughts, the more she thought about it, the more she blushed and her heart beat, and she didn't even feel the pain when Huo Ziming squeezed her tender cheeks.

Seeing her ecstasy again, Huo Ziming snorted in disappointment, "What, you have the guts to say it once, but you don't have the guts to say it a second time, really."

Then, as if angry, he turned his head away and ignored her.

"Huo Ziming, don't come here." Seeing his appearance, Jasmine's heart exploded.

She turned over and rode on Huo Ziming's body, her eyes were black and white, her eyelashes were trembling, the tip of her tongue stuck out a little bit, and she licked her lips moistly, making a circle, like a very hungry little animal of.

A hand with some uncertainty, but ultimately a certainty.

Shaking Huo Ziming's thick chest, he stroked in circles all the way, and rowed down.

Row to his smooth, seemingly real 6-pack abs.

Then he was finally embarrassed, stopped there, and said angrily, "I said, aren't you sorry? Don't you want to apologize for what you did to me 4 years ago?

Okay, then you promise with your body! ! "

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