E-sports male god begging to let go

Chapter 272 I didn't expect you to be such a person

Little K originally wanted to say that if he didn't sleep in his room, he would spend the night in the training room on the third floor, but thinking that he was a man, Miss Feng probably wouldn't sleep in any man's room.

So he gave up and quietly sneaked back to his room while the two were not paying attention.

"You really can say it!" Feng Han gave him a sideways glance, folded his arms around his chest, and walked towards Si Han's room, "At any rate, you are still my fiance now!"

Feng Han naturally turned the doorknob open, Si Han stood behind her, put his hand on hers, but pulled the door back.

Speaking of this, he felt a headache, hit the ground by mistake, the parents of both parties were quite satisfied when they learned that the two were in a relationship, and immediately decided on the marriage.

Feng Han was secretly happy, no matter what Si Han thought, he felt like he was being bullied, but how angry he was, he couldn't talk about it. Thinking about it from another angle, it also solved the situation where his parents urged him to get rid of him every day. .

I feel that I will do what I can, so I can save worry and trouble.

But this woman seems to be getting more and more insatiable, flirting from time to time, and suddenly cold.

Feng Han let go of his hand, turned around and leaned against the door: "Then why don't you sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep in your room."

Si Han's hand was still resting on the doorknob, and he looked down at her, thinking of Shi Jie on the sofa in the living room, his eyes narrowed.

She did it on purpose, and she also knew that it was impossible for him to sleep on the sofa.

What does she want to do?
She started flirting again, didn't she?
He looked at her blinking eyelashes and slightly curved eye ends, and her mouth was slightly raised to a beautiful arc.

Feng Han's heart skipped a beat. He usually doesn't like to smile, and the smile he occasionally shows feels like a breeze, but at this moment, he feels a little bit of evil from this smile.

really!

The door suddenly swung open, Feng Han lost his center of gravity, and fell backwards. Si Han had planned a long time ago, when she was falling backwards, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, and pushed her into the room.

The smirk was still on his face: "Fiance, right? Can he fulfill her husband's duties ahead of time?" He hugged her waist all the way, forcing her to back away, with a gentle and soft voice.

Feng Han forcibly suppressed the rising tension in his heart, without changing his face, with his hands covering the fabric of his shirt.

She just wanted to tease him, but she seemed to have fallen into a hole she dug herself.

"Mr. Si Han, respect yourself!" She had retreated to the edge of the bed, unable to move any further, so she grabbed a little by his collar and pushed gently.

"What, do you have the heart or the guts?" Si Han withdrew his hands on her waist, held her arms, and pushed Feng Han to sit on the bed.

The bed was quite soft, and he pushed it hard, causing her to bounce it twice. She put her hands on both sides, stabilized, turned her head and began to argue: "Who has a wicked heart, don't be sentimental!"

Si Han stood, looked at her with a smirk, and began to unbutton his shirt.

The second part of the neckline has been untied, and the collarbone can be seen faintly: "Oh, do you mean that I might be wrong?"

Feng Han looked up at him, most of the buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned, only the last two were left.

The unexaggerated chest muscles and the upper half of the abdominal muscles just ran into her eyes without any defense.

She pretended to be calm and looked away with disdain, and replied: "I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

"What did you think it was?" He slowly untied the last one.

"Self-disciplined and decent man!" Feng Han turned his face sideways, hanging his hair behind his ears, his face was indifferent, but his heart was beating endlessly.

Because, out of the corner of her eye, she saw his body with his shirt off. His skin was fair, without any scars, let alone any messy tattoos. Health, sunshine, vitality, and cleanliness were the words that popped into her mind.

"What about now?" He threw the shirt beside her, stretched out his index finger, and tapped her cheek lightly.

With a little force in his hand, Feng Han turned back to face his mermaid line, raised his head again, and looked up at him: "Mensao!"

　I'm sorry, everyone, the Dragon Boat Festival, my store was too busy, so I didn't have time to update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)