Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Fan Qingtong didn't want to admit that it was his business, but when he said this lightly from Ruan Xihe's mouth, he felt a little uncomfortable, even his smile was a bit embarrassing.

The two originally walked side by side, but there was probably a safe distance between two fists. There was an inexplicable sense of indescribable matching and lingering meaning. The subtle sense of separation was tickling.

But after Ruan Xihe denied it, the distance between the two opened up a little bit.

There was silence, no one spoke.

Fan Qingtong admitted that he cared more about this girl than any girl before.

However, from that moment on, he suddenly had an illusion that she could not grasp.

It seems that something is starting to go off track.

"Let me help you carry your bag." He said.

"Okay." Ruan Xihe gave him the bag naturally.

When a man offers something to help you, if you have no idea about the person, then you decisively reject him. If you have an idea for him, then take advantage of the trend for the best.

Because of a species like a man, the more you give, the more he will cherish you.

The more you give, the stronger his thoughts of getting something back from you will become stronger.

Isn't feeling just such a process of you coming and going?

"What else do you want to eat?" Although I had already said it in the car, Fan Qingtong would usually ask again in a gentle manner.

"Either way."

This is the answer that 80% of girls would say.

"Anything is the most difficult thing to do." Fan Qingtong gave a low laugh.

"Just eat hot pot." Ruan Xihe's taste is still rather mixed.

Especially in the past two years, I have been running all over the world, and I can eat anything.

"Row."

The first floor is full of luxury goods, the sixth and seventh floors are the places to eat, and the movie theater is also on this floor.

Sichuan-style hot pot is famous for its spicy flavor.

As soon as she entered, she smelled the hot smell of her nose, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

She has an itchy throat and wants to cough. She is not a person who can eat spicy food.

Of course Fan Qingtong also noticed: "You can't eat spicy food?"

"You can eat a little," she said.

But the slight cough that could not be suppressed showed the fact that she can't eat spicy food too much.

He directly grabbed her wrist, took her out of the hot pot restaurant, and changed another one.

The two held hands with the flow, but everyone did not break it tacitly, and just let it go.

Fan Qingtong held her, and slowly tightened her fingers.

The tension between men and women is intertwined little by little.

Changed to a hot pot restaurant and went in.

When ordering, he sat down with Ruan Xihe.

The two are quite close to each other, this kind of contact before being together is actually the most blushing and heartbeat.

He can smell the faint fragrance of her hair by tilting his head slightly.

"Do you eat duck intestines?" She just turned to ask him.

The two of them faced each other, and their breathing slowed down a lot for an instant.