Godly Play System

Zhang Fan see Du Yan Ran eyes focus on looking at themselves, heart move, head slowly low.

The ferris wheel rotates at a constant speed, moving slowly from the highest point to the steepest point.

In this process, Zhang Fan and Du Yanran have never been separated.

The ferris wheel returns to its original position, and the carriage touches the track, making a harsh sound.

Heard the sound, the car's sail, Du Yan Ran just reluctantly let go of each other.

"You have lipstick here!"

Du Yanran scraped the corners of her mouth with her finger belly and told her that she had left lipstick marks here.

"You too! Your make-up is on! But I think we need to get off the ferris wheel now."

Zhang Fan see Du Yan ran out of the mirror to fill you, pressed her hand, pointing to the staff waiting outside, light said..

Zhang Fan put her coat around Du Yanran's upper body and walked out of the carriage with her slender waist.

Staff looking at Zhang Fan, Du Yanran, the expression is very strange.

Everyone is an adult, and she naturally knows what it means.

Staff member Jiang Mu looked at Du Yanran who buried his head in Zhang Fan's arms.

Ah, it's a pity that the famous grass has its owner!

……

Inside the car.

Du Yanran sat in the driver's seat, facing the rearview mirror, seemingly dedicated to make-up.

Zhang Fan is sitting in the co pilot's seat, with one hand supporting her left face and smiling at Du Yanran's make-up.

Du Yanran, Zhang Fan such a strange state, maintained for a full ten minutes, was Du Yanran broken.

It's time for us to go back to school? Tomorrow... But there will be classes!

"it's hard to come out once more. How can we go back so early?"

the familiar dialogue is staged again.

However, this time the two sides of the conversation exchanged.

Zhang Fan held out her left hand, took Du Yanran's right hand, and whispered, "this time, do you still say you don't like me? Just on the ferris wheel, you seem to be more interested than me?"

"I. i... I"

Du Yanran bit her lower lip with her teeth and stopped talking.

"What's the matter?"

seeing Du Yan's desire to speak, Zhang Fan patted the back of her left hand and asked softly.

Du Yan Ran turned to look at Zhang Fan, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know whether I like you or not."

"I don't know? How can I not know such a thing?"

Zhang Fan raised her eyebrows and looked at Du Yanran in amazement.

"I just don't know!!"

Du Yanran puffed her cheek and said sadly, "I.I. I have always hated men, so I don't think I will like you slightly."

Hate men, so don't like me, this reason is OK.

Zhang Fan to Du Yan Ran lost a mind reading technique, found that this is really her real idea, speechless pumping face.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

Zhang Fan and Du Yanran didn't speak again. The quiet needle dropping could be heard in the carriage.

"It's late, let's go back to school?"

Du Yanran pulled her hand back from Zhang Fan's hand and quietly broke the silence in the carriage.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Well, what else do you want?"

Du Yanran looked at Zhang Fan in doubt, wondering what he had in mind or plan for the follow-up.

"I want to help you test whether you hate me or not."

Zhang Fan stretched out her hand and helped Du Yanran to put her hair behind her ears.

"How to measure?"

Du Yanran opened her big eyes and looked at Zhang Fan curiously.

She couldn't tell whether she hated to set sail.

She is also curious about the answer to this question.

"How to measure it? It's very simple!"

Zhang Fan strokes her delicate face and asks, "do you hate me touching your face?"

Du Yanran blushes, closes her eyes, and carefully feels her real thoughts.

After a full minute, Du Yanran opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Fan and shook her head.

Zhang Fan touches her. She not only doesn't hate it, but also hopes that she doesn't stop.

"What about this?"

Zhang Fan's fingertips crossed Du Yanran's cheek, and then she gradually slid down and stroked it slowly.

Because Zhang Fan's left hand is a little cold, Du Yanran's first reaction put her right leg in. Then, she blushed and moved her leg back.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Hearing Du Yanran's voice a little hairy, Zhang Fan looked at her pretty face, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

He knew that the headmaster of Du University was proud again.In fact, Du Yanran doesn't hate to set sail subconsciously, even likes to set sail.

Just because of various factors, she forcibly denied her subconsciousness.

So she didn't know if she liked to sail.

Zhang Fan took back the handle from Du Yanran's right leg.

His hand left that moment, Du Yan Ran's red face flashed over to wipe regret.

It's a pity to move away so soon.

Zhang Fan catches her regretful expression. The corner of her mouth rises and her left hand comes back to attack again.

"How about this? Do you feel disgusted?"

exhort!

Du Yan Ran did not face, shy to answer this question.

She doesn't answer questions.

When you open your sails, you don't stop.

For a while, the temperature inside the car kept rising.

Du Yanran knocked off Zhang Fan's left hand and gave him a very good look. Her eyelids drooped and she cleverly buttoned the buttons of her white shirt inside her suit jacket.

This family seems to have untied her row of buttons in silence.

Thanks to the fact that it's winter, the temperature is a little low.

Otherwise, she would not be able to react.

Zhang Fan took back the left hand that had been beaten, looked down at Du Yanran, who had been buttoning for ten thousand years, and said one word at a time.

"I think after the small tests just now, you should be very clear, do you hate me or like me?"

"hate you!"

after Zhang Fan Gang finished, Du Yanran raised his head and said quickly.

Smell speech, Zhang Fan did not say a word, directly to her lost a mind reading skills.

Sorry!

Zhang Fan, I didn't find out, I really like him.

After listening to Du Yanran's heart, Zhang Fan raised her mouth and outlined a slightly proud smile on her face.

"Hate?

Why didn't you say it when I was just a moment ago?

if you were someone else, you would have blown up already?"

"don't listen! Monk chant sutras!"

Du Yanran saw Zhang Fan start to tell the reason, covering her ears with her hands and shaking her head like a rattle drum.

"No matter what you say, I just don't like you!"

"if you don't like it, you just don't like it!"

after hearing her words, she put her head back and said,

"Oh, it's getting late. Let's drive."

Du Yanran is good at dead duck's hard mouth and upright mouth.

So Zhang Fan is too lazy to argue with her on this issue.

Do you like it?

or hate it?

after you go back to school and dormitory, you will know.

"Are you angry?"

Du Yanran put down her hand covering her ears and approached Zhang Fan with a timid way.

Zhang Fan looked at her pretty face, closed her eyes, and said faintly, "no, it's late. I'm sleepy."

Seeing that his eyes were closed, Du Yanran felt that he was really angry.