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Shen Yu Zhao who was on the other side of the phone heard his words and was completely confused.

To whom?

"I... "Du du" a busy sound rang in his ears.

F * ck!

Shen Yu Zhao was so angry that his mouth turned wide open, and the man gritted his teeth even more.

Was there such a thing as this?

Yan Bai hung up the phone, his body leaning against a small tree by the side of the road, his hands in his pockets, his eyes squinted into a line, looking at the windshield.

Jin Chu Yang sat in the back of the car, pulling the invisible zipper on the back of her skirt.

Raising his head, he looked straight into the eyes of Yan Bai who was looking through the windscreen at the front.

In that moment, Jin Chu Yang felt as if her head was struck.

'Bang! 'A loud sound was heard as his head exploded.

Sure enough, there were no thugs, only more thugs.

He was looking at her through the windshield.

How much have you seen?

Although she was hiding behind the driver's seat, she was very careful not to let the people in front of her see her.

However, that bastard always took things by surprise.

Just like this time, he had a leisurely and satisfied expression as he looked at her lazily.

That expression and eyes were naked and exposed: I am looking at it openly!

With a "poof" sound, Jin Chu Yang's anger rose. She did not care about the zipper that was on the top of the car door, and with a "crack", she opened the car door.

Swift as lightning, he strode towards Tang Wulin.

"Can you not be such a hooligan?"

Standing in front of him, she glared at him with a face full of rage.

That gaze really wanted to pierce through him a thousand times.

His clothes were still wet, and his trousers were dripping and not in his shoes.

His hair, too, was half wet, with a secondary silken line on his forehead, and there was a different look on his face, which had no dead angle at all at 360 degrees.

Those long and narrow eyes, following Jin Chu Yang who was standing in front of him, became even thinner.

Except, the look in his eyes was narrow and crafty, and he looked even weirder now.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, just like his eyes. They were also bent into a thin line.

Every organ and cell in his face expressed the same meaning: I am such a rogue in front of you. You should adapt, not refuse.

He just stared at her with an unfathomable smile, not saying a word.

He looked calm and relaxed.

The hand that was originally in the pocket of his pants slowly lifted up and stroked his chin.

Long and beautiful fingers, every fingernail trimmed cleanly and beautifully, as perfect as if they were carved from heaven.

Jin Chu Yang's initial anger, following his slow and leisurely actions, actually became slightly dazed.

He was attractive, she admitted.

As the time they spent together grew longer and longer, she seemed to be attracted to him bit by bit.

However, he always had a way to unleash the anger within her.

Even if she saw and his bed rolling down with her own eyes, she wouldn't make a scene as loud as that shrew.

But somehow, in front of him, she could always lose control.

He was like an angry lion cub, but also like a hedgehog with thorns all over its body.

If he touched her even a little bit, she would be able to straighten all the thorns on her body and then point them at him.

He suddenly stretched out the hand he had placed on his face, lifted her chin, and looked down at her with a frivolous expression.

Instinctively, she reached out to slap his hand away, but his other hand held her hand.

Then, he would grasp it in his palm.

His hand was very large, and with a clench of his fist he was able to wrap her hand around his palm.

In her palm, a warm feeling spread throughout her entire fist.

He lowered his head slightly and brought his cheek closer to hers.

She instinctively leaned backwards.

He put his hand on her chin and put his arm around her waist.

Thus, the current posture was as such.

She leaned back, and he bent down.

He held her right hand in his left, and his right hand was around her waist.

Her left hand moved as she leaned backwards. She felt a sense of insecurity. Instinctively, she grabbed his right wrist.

Thus, this action gave others an illusion.

That was, she took the initiative to pull him towards her.

Their stomachs were pressed together once again, inseparable.

There was less than five centimeters left in his chest. As his breathing rose and fell, he felt as if he could touch it at any moment.

Their cheeks were not even three centimeters apart at the moment.

His breath was on her face, and hers on his.

to the carbon dioxide that they breathe in and out of each other.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

A satisfied evil smile rose on his face, and that calm yet slow voice rang out: "If you want to fall again, you can push me away."

Jin Chu Yang's attention followed his voice and instantly returned to him. Then, she really did give a heavy push towards him.

Not only did she push him, she even lifted her right leg and stomped down on his foot without hesitation.

It was a flat concrete road, and she didn't believe she would fall into the puddle again.

But the thought had just crossed her mind, and the tragedy had happened.

As she pushed and stepped on him, it was unknown if it was on purpose or really because he was in pain.

Anyway, let go.

Thus, with a "dong" sound, Jin Chu Yang's bottom heavily fell on the ground.

The flat cement road was not so flat either. There was a rock lying on the cement ground beneath her.

Thus, as she fell down, she sat down on the rock steadily.

What Yan Bai had prepared for her was a snow white dress that reached his knees.

"Woo …" Jin Chu Yang gasped, the pain was so great that tears were already flowing out of her eyes.

As for the bastard of a man, he unhurriedly said, "Madam Dinner, you can't blame me for this!"

After saying that, he squatted down very sincerely and helped Jin Chu Yang who was sitting on the ground up.

In order to show his concern and pain for her, when he helped her up, he was kind enough to rub her painful butt.

The dress was much more convenient than the pants.

When he kneaded it, he skillfully avoided the hem of the skirt.

He must have done it on purpose, prepared.

She was given a dress, but no panties.

Therefore, he would give it to her to massage. It was directly on her panties.

With a "whoosh", Jin Chu Yang's face turned red again, and it was even a burning red.

He glared at him hatefully and quickly retreated two steps back, creating a certain distance between them.

As the commotion broke out, the clothes that he had just changed into became wet again.

Then, he felt a slight chill coming from his back.