That Girl Made me Sleepless

Xia An'an drinks more than rice cakes. Her eyes are empty and she looks in front of her. She jumps up from her seat. Her mind is full of lines that have been howling all day.

"Kill him!"

"Go

……

Rong Jinchu frowns and looks at Xia An'an who is drunk.

Kill him?

Kill She?

The next moment, Xia An'an got up and hit her neck.

Dong!

She lay on the table again.

See Xiaan no action, Linfeng back.

Without the noise, Rong Jinchu looks better. As soon as he lets go, MI Su also lies on the table.

Rong Jinchu looks at the fingertips of his eyes, and there is still the touch of rice crisp skin on them. He puts his fingers on his lips and touches his thin lips. It's ambiguous. After his subconscious action, it arises spontaneously.

Then he stopped and got up: "take people back."

"Yes."

Linfeng comes forward and is about to carry the rice crisp on his shoulder. When he leaves, Rong Jinchu's cold eyes sweep over.

Linfeng was stiff.

He turned his head mechanically and looked at Rong Jinchu.

But got a possessive answer.

"She's mine."

She was the first woman he touched.

It feels comfortable.

This feeling, he does not allow anyone to share with him.

Rong Jinchu squints, remembering the words he heard before.

Obviously, combined with what he heard, the little woman in front of him was not as pure and clever as she seemed, and her private life was especially rich.

But, so what?

He was educated in the West and didn't care about virginity at all. What's more, he didn't plan to do?

Rong Jinchu doesn't think about this for the moment. His eyes fall on Linfeng coldly: "no one is allowed to touch her before I figure out how to kill someone!"

“……”

Linfeng walked to one side.

How does he feel that Rong Shao's reaction is like taking himself as a rival?

Rong Jinchu walks to rice crisp and squats down gracefully. With one hand around rice Crisp's knee socket and the other hand around her waist, he holds people in his arms. When he contacts with his body, he looks slightly stunned.

This woman is better to hold.

"Well..." Rice Su nest in Rong Jinchu's arms, hands natural ring in his shoulder, head to his arms to rub.

Late night wind, some cool.

In her sleep, she instinctively approaches the source of warmth.

Rong Jinchu was stiff.

When Mi Su's head rubs against his arms, her soft hair gets into Rong Jinchu's neck mischievously. He can't bear it.

He found that this woman's voice can not only arouse his physiological desire, but also a hair. He was a little reluctant to kill her in a short time.

Yeah.

Then wait a little longer.

When he can't get used to this woman, it's time for him to avenge his insomnia for 20 years.

Linfeng see Rong Jinchu holding people to go out, looked at Xia An'an who was thrown in place: "Rong Shao, how does she deal with it?"

Rong Jinchu gently puts the rice crisp into the car. He swears that he is not looking at this woman with pity. He just likes her soft, tender and smooth touch. He is reluctant to use too much force to spoil her white skin.

"Throw it back to her house."

As a result, Xia An'an was really thrown into the house.

Moreover, the strength is very heavy, without pity, just like being treated as unloading.