Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 582 [Extra] Weak legs

At that time, Mousse didn't understand love, he was just a scumbag, he took it by force, and he got it first.

I heard that girls have first-time knots, An Zimo must also care about it, and will follow him obediently.

"My name is Moose."

He was driving the car while introducing himself, seeing her narrowing her eyes slightly, with a sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, he didn't care, he reached into his pocket and asked, "Do you want glasses?"

An Zimo finally reacted and looked up at him.

But if she didn't speak, he wouldn't give it.

An Zimo really didn't say a word, she didn't seem to care, it's good that she couldn't see clearly, this man who ruined everything for her, she didn't want to see clearly at all.

The car parked steadily outside the gate of University B. Mousse got out of the car and opened the door for her in a very gentlemanly manner.

No matter how personable he is at this time, it's useless.

An Zimo was locked in the car for so long, almost suffocating. When the car door was opened and the night wind blew in, her mind cleared up a little, but her eyes hurt.

When I came down, my legs were weak and I almost fell, especially between my legs, it still hurt, as if it hurt my heart.

Mousse caught her immediately, "How about I take you to the hospital?"

An Zimo didn't speak, but silently wanted to push him away, and Mousse would feel more at ease now, and didn't force him anymore.

But he smiled and glanced behind him, "Go, I'll take you in!"

As he said that, he was about to hold her hand, An Zimo took two big steps back as if frightened.

After that incident, she hasn't spoken until now. Mousse was annoyed by singing a one-man show alone for a long time, and frowned. Seeing her eyes swollen under the streetlight, she relented and didn't force her anymore.

He took her glasses and helped her put them on with his own hands, just as suddenly as when he took them off.

"An Zimo, I haven't told you yet. I'm also in this school. I'm a junior. If you want to go in alone, I won't force you, but I will come to you tomorrow."

His words were very light, even with a hint of expectation.

An Zimo looked up at him with a pale face as if struck by lightning, and with his glasses on, he could see him very clearly.

He was very handsome, his hair was dyed yellow-brown in front of his forehead, his eyes were staring at her, and there was blood on the right side of his face, but he was smiling.

(End of this chapter)