Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Fu Ting refused, No.

Sooner or later, your whole body will be mine. He stared at her with particularly ambiguous eyes, and his tone of voice was unhurried, Would you like to inspect the goods in advance, brother?

... Fu Ting didn't want to listen anymore, and turned her head to leave, but the man grabbed his wrist, hugged her into his arms, pressed against her face, and seduced her bit by bit, You're shy, huh?

Fu Ting lowered her eyes to break his fingers, Let me go!

Okay, brother won't talk anymore. Cen Juan stopped talking, hugged Fu Ting and sat on the small sofa next to him, took the hair dryer and whispered softly, Brother will help you dry your hair, okay?

Fu Ting sat in his arms, feeling the strong smell of hormones on the man's body, and her throat was a little hoarse, I'll do it myself.

It's only natural for a boyfriend to serve his girlfriend, as long as the girlfriend obediently enjoys it. Cen Juan couldn't help but blow-dry her hair.

He pushed back her fragrant wet hair with one hand, and the hot wind blew in slowly.

Fu Ting had never been served by anyone before, so she narrowed her eyes comfortably.

The man rolled his Adam's apple, stared at her for a few seconds, and suddenly leaned over and kissed her at the corner of her eyes.

Fu Ting grabbed his cuff, eyes widened, You just want to take advantage of me.

I've seen it, my sister is great. The man laughed softly, tightening his slender and strong arms around her lower back, and stroking the end of the girl's spine with his fingers, Baby, is it comfortable for brother to serve you?

Fu Ting indulged his aggression, and the deer's eyes slightly hooked, It's not bad.

Cen Juan clasped her shoulders, pressed his fingertips on her soft lips, Brother wants to kiss you.

Fu Ting's ears warmed up, and she looked at him, But I already kissed you today.

She made an agreement with him that with their current relationship progress, they could only kiss once a day.

Cen Juan let out a sigh of regret, and after a few seconds of silence, he said slowly, Then brother, can you play tricks?

...

Fu Ting didn't speak, but the hand that grabbed the man's cuff moved down, along his wrist bone all the way to the palm, and finally squeezed in through the gap between his fingers, clasping his fingers tightly.

A shadow fell in front of her, and the man had already consciously approached her, slowly found her lips, and kissed her lightly bit by bit.

...

The room was very quiet, with intertwined breaths surging.

The wet and sticky feeling bloomed in the air, bringing out a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

In a daze, Fu Ting felt the hand on her lower back slipping in along the corner of her clothes.

Fu Ting couldn't help flinching when her cold fingertips touched her delicate skin.

Cen Juan didn't restrain himself at all, and hummed while we were together, I really don't need my brother's help, huh?

Fu Ting, ...

Her whole body was completely soft.

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The next morning, when Fu Ting went downstairs and saw Cen Juan, she felt very uncomfortable.

Cen Juan looked refreshed, and served Fu Ting very attentively for breakfast, without mentioning what happened last night.

Fu Ting couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, she was afraid that the vixen-haired girl was eating the sandwich with her cheeks puffed out, which was very cute.

Cen Juan also had a sandwich in his mouth, and suddenly let out a low laugh, It's so soft~

Fu Ting's fingertips froze and she looked up at him.

The man said bluntly, It's just like listening.

Fu Ting squeezed her hands and said expressionlessly, Be yourself!

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