Warm marriage is like fire: male god boss spoils deeply

The opposite side is obviously empty. Why does he want to squeeze this single sofa with her?

"I have a mania for cleanliness!"

"..." Qinghuan!

The man seems to be dissatisfied with the tardiness of coldness and cheerfulness, and even wants to sit directly.

No way, Leng Qinghuan had to move his body and shrink in.

Originally a spacious single sofa, because Gong sijue was seated, it was instantly crowded.

They were close together. Her little hand inadvertently touched his thigh and quickly retracted like an electric shock.

Gong sijue's body suddenly tightened. She clearly didn't do anything, but he suddenly wanted to overwhelm her.

This idea had sprouted when I saw her at the gate of LAN lawn!

The narrow and soft sofa and the faint light, she was on his side, and the soft and fragrant touch unconsciously floated a trace of ambiguity in the air.

"Professor, how long will we stay?" Leng Qinghuan broke the silence and shrank into the sofa.

Her little ass is against the edge of the sofa. It hurts a little.

"The dance hasn't started yet. What's the hurry?" Gong sijue's unbridled evil ruffian's eyes rested on the cold, happy and tender little fragrant shoulder.

He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have given her this dress.

The dress has a straight shoulder, just revealing her delicate little round shoulder.

She doesn't know how attractive she is tonight.

The dress is rose red. How many people can control it?

But Leng Qinghuan completely wears out the feeling that the designer wants, enchanting and beautiful, elegant and gorgeous, sexy just right.

Gong sijue's eyes darkened a little, suddenly turned sideways and leaned towards Leng Qinghuan.

Qinghuan was caught off guard. When she reacted, their faces were close at hand!

His hot and clear breath gushed at the tip of her nose, with the mellow smell of red wine, intoxicating!

"Professor, what are you doing?" Qinghuan blushed.

The sofa was small, and his posture completely trapped her in his arms.

So ambiguous

Xiangruan is in his arms. Gong sijue's pores are shouting. His breath is hot. "It's cold and happy. Now the investors of the college suspect that I have an affair with the headmistress. How do you say I should clear my suspicion?"

Leng Qinghuan's big eyes blink. Do you suspect an affair? Have an affair.

But she didn't dare to say. She bit her little mouth and loosened it. She said, "what do you want to do?".

Her words seemed to please Gong sijue. The man's big palm touched Leng Qinghuan's small mouth, and his knuckles rolled lightly or heavily, which made Leng Qinghuan's pores tremble.

Such an evil and beautiful man is easy to confuse people's mind. He hangs his head and wriggles uneasily.

"Professor, let me go first!" Her eyes were wrapped in pleading, and her little face was full of grievances in the faint light.

"Don't move!" Gong Si Jue's voice was hoarse. "Those old people are looking at us!".

Leng Qinghuan smells the speech and really doesn't dare to move again!

She didn't know what others would think of their seemingly kissing posture. All she knew was that she successfully cleared him of his relationship with the headmaster, but she put herself in the most embarrassing position.

"I have no face to see people in the future!" The girl bit her lip and cried.

"Just pretending and not really kissing you, why are you crying?" Gong sijue restrained his impulse to kiss her and smiled.

"Tonight, I'll repay you for saving my life!"

"You didn't do anything in return?".

"Various versions will be circulated in the college tomorrow. Students seduce professors and so on. Anyway, you won't suffer. I'm the one scolded! Maybe I'll be fired! " Leng Qinghuan wants to come here, and her tears flow more urgently.