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The temperature was like a stove, which warmed her all over.

The LAN river went up and shrank more tightly.

Mu Yanchen eyebrows slightly frown, big palms stretch down, across the clothes in her abdomen parts gently massage. After a long time, I really heard her groan, and I was a little sober. My face, wet with sweat, was bewildered and bewildered.

"How about that?" His deep voice was subdued by the hot breath.

Lan Xi said it was impossible not to be surprised. Her eyes were wide open.

It is not that she has not been held by a boy, but it is the first time that such a broad and hard chest is trapped by strong masculine breath. Her small face turns white and she feels too much, but her abdomen aches and twitches. She frowns and sobs, and suddenly shrinks in his arms like a soft cat who has been bullied by innocent people.

The shirt on the chest was held by one hand and rubbed unconsciously.

Mu Yanchen's handsome face is slightly white, and the starlight is deposited on the bottom of his eyes for a whole night. The light of his eyes sprinkles on the half comatose man in his arms. She is much more fragile than when she is awake and clings to people. Unintentionally, she repeatedly attacks, challenging his bottom line and self-control.

That day, her small face rose red, but sincerely pestered him and said, "muyanchen, thank you."

He wanted to ask, where did the feeling of trust and dependence come from? Who gave it to her?

Lan Xi, do you know that since you give me this feeling, you should never give it to others?

Under the slightly blurred light, mu Yanchen's handsome and extraordinary face is covered with a layer of frost. He hugs the people in his arms, and his other big hand slightly forcibly fastens her back neck, lifting her face. Her eyes are cold as ice, and with a trace of domineering power, he prints his lips on her eyebrows.

The contact between the skin, intimate without a gap, he would like her to wake up now, good perception!

This kiss, a long time.

After arriving at Lanxi for a long time, his neck was sour and began to wriggle uneasily. Mu Yanchen felt that the temperature on his thin lips was almost imprinted between her slender eyebrows and could not be wiped off.

"after camping, I will drive you back tomorrow." He moved his thin lips from her face and put it in her ear.

Lan Xi frowns subconsciously, can't hear what he's talking about, but he's wronged.

"Say" yes. " His voice was too cold for her to resist.

Lanxi felt that his jaw was so sour that he was about to cry. He could not refuse, so he could only bite his lips and nod his head. After a while, the powerful hand finally let her go. She was tortured by dysmenorrhea and sobbed, encircling his neck and retracting into his arms.

***

when I woke up in the morning, Lanxi was really shocked.

She was too small to have experienced big wind and waves, so such a battle really shocked her. Mu Yanchen's clear eyes had a trace of sleepless blood in her eyes. Her thin lips were pale, and she said indifferently, "I feel numb in my legs when I get up and down."

Lanxi took a breath of cool air, and his small face was pale. He sat on the ground with his hands supporting his body. Looking up at him, he rose like a perfect statue, frowning and moving his muscles and bones.

If I really hold her for a night, how much more would that leg feel numb?

She was frightened by herself, drooped her face, and her hands supporting her body began to tremble.

Outside the tent, I don't know what mu Yanchen said to her classmates. Ji Yao soon ran over and picked up the tent and said, "are you going down the mountain now? What a pity. You'd better go back and serve your aunt. Don't miss me

Lan Xi's chest is like being pressed by a big stone and can't breathe. She raises her eyes and looks at Ji Yao in a pale and helpless way.