School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 696 You Are Really Damn
"You...threatened me?"

Most Qiyue raised her miserable eyes in surprise, and asked in a hoarse voice.

She couldn't believe that Nangong Han could be so cruel, her fingers were trembling slightly...

"Oh." He smiled coldly.

Let go of the hand pinching her chin, turn around and walk into the lounge, and sit on a chair.

"Come here and help me wipe my back."

Most Qiyue tilted her head and looked at his haughty back, feeling sore and aching in her heart.

Seeing that she hadn't responded for a long time, Nangong Han turned his head, and eyes as deep as a thousand-year-old well fell on her.

He said plainly and meaninglessly: "Since you are unwilling, I won't force you." After speaking, he walked towards the door and reached out to hold the rotating handle.

Most Qiyue suddenly stretched out a pale hand and tightly grasped his wrist.

"I'll show you."

For a long time, she suppressed the reluctance in her heart and said in an extremely calm tone.

She didn't want him to spread rumors in front of her mother, she didn't want her mother to be angry, and she didn't want her mother to hate her.

Nangong Han looked at her with satisfaction, with a gentle breath in his eyes.

He strode toward the lounge.

Zuo Qiyue followed behind him, with a dark face, reluctantly walked into the lounge.

She said coldly, "Take off your clothes."

Damn, if you don't take off* your clothes, what will she think?Are the two of you going to stand here foolishly?

There was a flash of surprise in Nangonghan's expression, he turned around slowly, and stared at Qiyue with an intriguing look.

"Uh."

Most Qiyue was as if being touched by an electric shock, her whole body was stiff, and a blush appeared on her cheeks involuntarily.

Only then did she realize that what she said was embarrassing.

"Ah."

Seeing her shy appearance, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Han's mouth.

This kind of posture is the most familiar Qiyue he has ever known, as if he and her have returned to the period of love.

Seeing him take off his shirt directly, revealing his strong upper body, Qi Yue's face instantly became hot.

But Nangong Han was very natural, sitting on the side of the bed with a blank expression.

"Still stunned?"

Seeing that Qi Yue hadn't come over for a long time, he asked again.

"Uh." Embarrassed, Zui Qiyue took a hard step and sat behind him.

On the strong back, there is a large area of ​​purple and purple wounds, which is shocking.

Most Qiyue's fingertips trembled, trying to get close to the bruised wound, but in the end, she withdrew her hand.

"Ah……."

The originally lost eyes turned into sarcasm.

She said, "Nangonghan, for my mother's trust in you, you are really willing to do something to yourself."

Nangong Han was taken aback for a moment, and then said meaninglessly, "I'm too goal-oriented, and I will try my best to achieve whatever I want."

She wouldn't know, it was because he valued her more than his own life.

"Oh, then you really deserve to die, does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

Said most Qiyue angrily, poking his wound with his index finger bitterly, mercilessly.

"Uh." Nangong Han snorted, dodging his waist to avoid Qiyue's attack.

"Do you know it hurts? You are so damned."

Zuo Qiyue went even further, not wanting to let him go at all, and poked at his wound fiercely.

"Uh……."

Nangong Han couldn't bear it any longer, turned around, pressed her hard on the bed, and grabbed her hands with his big hands.

In the upward and downward postures, each other's faces are enlarged in each other's pupils, and they can clearly feel the sound of each other's breathing, which is warm, gentle, and spit on the skin.

The ambiguous posture made the air extremely lingering.

(End of this chapter)