[Full Time] Love Line

Suddenly an arm stretched out from the side of her body, dragging Jian Anzhen to a more hidden corner beside her.

"Ah... uh!"

As if expecting the girl to scream subconsciously, the man's warm palm covered her lips just in time when Jian Anzhen uttered a syllable.

"Anzhen, it's me."

The man's resolute silhouette appeared in sight, and Jian Anzhen's eyes instantly widened.

After he moved the hand on his lips, the girl grabbed the clothes on the man's chest unsteadily, and murmured, "Brother Zheping?"

"Well, I scared you."

Sun Zheping lowered his head and gently stroked the soft long hair of the girl in his arms.

As soon as her eyes touched the man's quiet eyes, Jian Anzhen subconsciously turned away, pursed her lips lightly, and the girl said in embarrassment, "Brother Zheping, it's wrong for us to do this..."

Sun Zheping's big hand on the girl's waist tightened slightly, his eyes darkened, "I am the one who is sorry for Zhang Jiale."

"Then you..." Jian Anzhen struggled slightly, and the girl's beautiful eyes showed a hint of pleading, "Brother Zheping, that time... just pretend that nothing happened, okay?"

The man's body stiffened a little, Sun Zheping closed his eyes, "...Anzhen, I'm sorry."

The man opened his eyes, his eyes were still calm, but a complicated expression appeared, "I can't pretend that nothing happened."

The girl raised her head, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, "Brother Zheping..."

"It was my fault."

Sun Zheping said in a low voice, and what was reflected in the girl's eyes was the man's ever-enlarged face. Warm breath fell on her pink and tender face, and the delicate lips were quickly captured by a touch of scorching heat.

……

Sun Zheping frowned, he didn't understand why he kept dreaming about Jian Anzhen recently, and this kind of content?

The man picked up the water glass placed by the bedside and drank a large cup of cold water, only then could he barely suppress the anger that was constantly rising in his body due to the charming dream.

Glancing at Zhang Jiale, who was lying on the sofa and apparently sleeping soundly, Sun Zheping looked away. It was obviously just a dream, and for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable.

What is this called!

Seeing that the sky seemed to be getting brighter, Sun Zheping put on his clothes and walked outside while spurning himself in the dream from the bottom of his heart.

The intense keyboard and mouse knocking sound was particularly clear in the quiet early morning training room of the players.

Although he was still a little impetuous at the beginning, when Sun Zheping entered the glory competition ring, his heart completely calmed down.

A blood shadow frenzied knife slammed into the opponent violently, followed by several consecutive moves. The mad swordsman wielding the epee instantly beat the opponent who had more than half of his blood into blood.Sun Zheping loves this kind of wild and direct fighting style, and his fighting style is like this. The reputation of Glory's No. [-] Berserker is not in vain.

At the moment when the last blow of the cross cut ended the opponent, Sun Zheping suddenly felt a faint soreness in the right hand that was controlling the mouse. Of course, this did not affect his performance in the ring.

glory!

The two familiar characters on the screen jumped out, but Sun Zheping didn't immediately move on to the next move. He frowned and looked at his right hand. The soreness just now was definitely not an illusion. If it was in a professional game This moment can almost have a decisive impact on the game.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. Sun Zheping gently twisted the joints of his lower hand. After all, he played the game for a long time, especially due to his fighting style. The negative pressure on the hands of long-term operations is indeed not small. But it is also unavoidable.

But the hands of professional players are crucial after all. Although this kind of soreness is common, Sun Zheping is not going to continue anymore.He stood up, kneading his wrist skillfully, and walking towards the training room.

Then he saw Jian Anzhen passing by the door, looking at the skirt he had chosen on the girl, Sun Zheping tugged the corner of his left lip lightly, and said in a relatively flat tone, "What are you doing here?"

Jian Anzhen seemed to be startled by the man's sudden voice, the girl's clear eyes widened, and she stood there dumbfounded like a frightened kitten.

Sun Zheping also didn't expect that one day he would scare people by asking a question. He was also a little dazed when he saw the girl's eyes flushed red from the fright.

Qing coughed, and he quickly took half a step forward. It was the first time he saw the little girl like this. The man felt a little helpless in his heart, but his face was still tense, "Are you scared?"

"Wait, don't cry yet." If anyone sees him later, he will definitely think that he is bullying the little girl.

When Sun Zheping thought of this, he felt his head grow up. He raised his hand a little hesitantly, and gently stroked the little head of the girl in front of him as if to comfort him. He couldn't help complaining, "Why are you so timid."

"An Zhen didn't cry."

Jian Anzhen lowered her head and lightly tapped the ground with her toes, feeling the warm palm of the man on her hair, she turned her head slightly, and there was obviously a hint of accusation in her soft voice, "It's all because the captain brother is too fierce. "

"Where did I go wrong?" Sun Zheping felt that he had been shot innocently.

"It's fierce, so ignore me!" Jian Anzhen turned her back in a particularly aggrieved manner, and was about to run away habitually.

Sun Zheping, who was inexplicably blamed, certainly couldn't let Jian Anzhen run away like this. He quickly reached out and grabbed the girl's slender arm. It seemed that the strength was a little stronger, and the girl who was forced to turn around threw herself into his arms. inside.

This second of contact seemed to coincide with the height of the dream, Sun Zheping wrapped his hands around the soft lump in his arms almost reflexively, and then immediately reacted and moved his hands away.

But the whole atmosphere is obviously different now.

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Entering the period of burnout, want to cheat (cover face