I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

Fujiwara Chika curled her lips, she didn't really want to ask.

Some things have been experienced too much, and there is a kind of habitual attitude for some reason.

It's not the first time anyway...

She placed her little hand gently in Makoto Jingong's palm, and whispered: "I...I also can't dance well..."

"It's okay, I'll teach you, and teach it all."

There was a trace of ambiguity in Makoto Jingong's eyes, and Qianhua quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

She hadn't forgotten what happened in the stairway just now.

Holding her little hand, around her pretty waist, Jingong Makoto brought Qianhua, once again attracted everyone's attention.

Although Thousand Flowers is not as intuitive as Asuna's attractiveness, her cuteness and bright smile at the corners of her mouth have an inexplicable sense of healing.

The gentle music affects the steps on the dance floor, and Jingong Makoto follows the rhythm of the music and guides Qianhua's steps.

This time, he was dancing with Qianhua very seriously and solemnly.

He did every movement extremely standardized, and he did not give birth to other beautiful thoughts.

Qianhua's gaze was always staring at his face, staring at his soft and clear eyes.

The surrounding noise disappeared at this moment, and the brilliance of the chandelier seemed to disappear at this moment.

There seemed to be boundless darkness all around, and he slowly surrounded her with light.

She didn't know how many times she thought about dancing with him.

But not once, she was more unforgettable than this time.

She said that she had never seen Asuna dance with other boys.

Actually, she herself is too.

Her first dance was dedicated to him.

Chapter 215: It won't hurt after rubbing it~

The soft glutinous milk scent hits in bursts, and the lingering brilliance is all embellished.

The sky blue eyes reflected his appearance. At this moment, Jingu Cheng couldn't help but touch her face with his hand.

But he held back his hand and stopped by her face.

Qianhua took the initiative to move her little face and rubbed his hand.

Jingu Cheng smiled, and continued to embrace her to dance on the noisy dance floor.

After the two jumped for more than half an hour, he took Qianhua's little hand and led her to leave the field slowly.

"It seems very happy, don't you just have a dance?"

Makoto Jingu took out a handkerchief, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, jokingly.

Fujiwara Qianhua looked at him idiotically, the impulse flowing from her heart made her unbearable: "Jingu-kun..."

"Ok?"

He responded casually, but the motion in his hand did not stop.

"I...I just..." Qianhua Fujiwara said shyly: "I almost couldn't help wanting to kiss you just now."

Makoto Jingu raised his eyebrows and said, "Want to take advantage of me?"

Qianhua pouted: "Could you not always say such disappointing things!"

"Otherwise, I want to kiss me, and I don't want to take advantage of me." Jingu Chengrou smiled.

"Hmph, I won't talk to you." Qianhua turned her head angrily, but was held by Jingu Cheng: "It hasn't been cleaned yet, you will probably have to take a shower again later."

The small gesture of pouting did not cause Makoto Jingong's reaction. The white handkerchief was stained with moist drops of sweat, from her forehead to cheeks to her white jade neck.

Qianhua stared at him blankly, and at his serious and focused expression, the impulse in her heart became more and more uncontrollable.

She didn't get emotional so easily, but the ambiguous lights mixed with his petting, forming a torrent-like impact.

No girl can resist the magic of romance, even a small dance.

For Qianhua, this is not only a dance, but more like an announcement of her existence in front of everyone.

The heartbeat gradually became chaotic, and the arc of anger was replaced by soft charm.

Before Makoto Jingong finished wiping, she couldn't help holding his hand and pulling him out of the hall.

Jingu Cheng was dumbfounded: "Are you a slut? So hungry and thirsty..."

Tucao on his lips, but his body followed Qianhua's steps honestly.

Coming to the dark corridor again, that radiant glow through the window, faintly emerged with a soft face of thousands of flowers.

"Slow down, be careful of falling."

Jingu Makoto picked up her messy hair and whispered.

Hearing that, her eyes gradually took on a few hot spots, and she pushed back to Jingongcheng extremely strongly, and kissed it bravely on tiptoe.

Well..

Qianhua frantically asked for the breath from him, her soft tongue hooked his tongue flexibly, and walked flexibly in his mouth.

The atmosphere quickly heated up, and her little hands began to rub restlessly.

Jingu Makoto enjoyed it silently, but at the same time a little confused.

Obviously, she didn't feel emotional when she just molested so hard.

Just danced a dance, so emotionally moved so much?

Hmm...hmm~

With her lips and teeth intertwined, Qianhua couldn't restrain her throbbing, and her soft moan unconsciously echoed in the dark corridor.

Her condition was a little abnormal, and the fire seemed to burn too hard.

It's not that she has never kissed Jingu Makoto, or even more intimate and ambiguous acts.

But she has always been in a passive state, that is, a state of reserved and shy, just letting the divine chaos come, she will never take the initiative.

But now her movements are getting more and more crazy, that little hand is even secretly unbuttoning Jingong Makoto's suit.

Makoto Jingu slowly realized something was wrong, and if it continued like this, it might really start the battle on the spot.

He pressed her restless little hand decisively and moved it back a little, trying to break free of her embrace.

But Qianhua rushed forward reluctantly, and even reached out another hand to hold down the back of his head, acting quite powerfully.

Fortunately, she wore high heels tonight and barely managed to reach Jingu Makoto on tiptoe.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult for her to do this action if it was normal.

It's a pity that she is only a girl, and Jingu Makoto uses a little bit of effort, and her effort turns into useless work.

call!

Makoto Jingu took a deep breath, and the hot kiss rarely made him breathless.

He looked down at the crazy Qianhua in his eyes, and laughed: "What's wrong? Suddenly take the initiative."

He put her arms around her waist, making her stand on tiptoe without difficulty.

Fujiwara Qianhua licked her lips reluctantly, his scent still remained here, the red lipstick that was filled up had long since disappeared.

The ambiguous atmosphere will not last forever, the short-term madness will disappear immediately as long as it is interrupted.

Fujiwara Qianhua gradually recovered her consciousness, and she groaned comfortably, and leaned against Makoto Jingu's chest, her white face with a rosy pink.

"What's the matter?"

Makoto Jingu rubbed her hair and asked curiously.

"Jingong-kun... I don't want to go back tonight."

Qianhua didn't answer his question, instead throwing up another topic that shocked Jingu Makoto.

After a moment of astonishment, Makoto Jingu reached out and touched her forehead, muttering: "Although it's a bit hot, I haven't got a fever yet."

Qianhua scratched him nonchalantly, and said, "You have a fever."

"Hahahaha, why would you say this if you don't have a fever." Jingong Makoto pressed her restless little hand and clicked on her Qiong nose.

Qianhua curled her lips and whispered: "I don't know how to explain it."

"When you just hugged me to dance, I suddenly had an impulse, I... I want to be with you forever."

"Aren't we going to be together forever?" Jingu Makoto said in a low voice.

"But..." Qianhua Fujiwara raised her head, a little worried: "Will you really be together forever?"

"So you are feeling insecure, right?" Jingu Maojiou smiled.

Qianhua shook her head and said stubbornly: "No... not that way.."

She really didn't know how to explain.

Maybe when sensibility meets romance and overlaps with the scenes that fit in her dreams, this unspeakable chain reaction occurs.

Really, at that moment, she wanted to be close to him again, and hug him close again.

"You do not want it?"

Chika Fujiwara pursed her lips and asked softly.

Her eyes were so clear and simple, Jingu Makoto inexplicably felt a sense of guilt to deceive underage girls.

But Qianhua's boldness is obviously beyond his imagination!

A little hand secretly touched the unspeakable heat, and the long sword was summoned and wanted to be unsheathed instantly.

Jingu Makoto shuddered and quickly held it down: "Hey, you calm down."

Qianhua tilted her head, her soft voice with an intoxicating charm: "Or is it still painful here?"

"Ahem..." Jingong Makoto was a little embarrassed, but the pain didn't hurt.

After all, it was almost an hour later, if it still hurts, he really has to go to the hospital to see it.

It's just that Qianhua's current state is really abnormal.

It was so abnormal that Makoto Jingu was a little confused.

Exceptions beyond one's imagination need to be handled with care and caution.

"If it hurts... it won't hurt after rubbing..."

Before Jingong Makoto spoke, Qianhua's little hand rubbed gently.

hiss...

Although there are two layers of protection, the sensitive place is called the sensitive place because any small action can cause a violent reaction.

"Oh? It seems all right."

Qianhua looked at him playfully, teasing.

Makoto Jingu slapped her little hand away and said solemnly, "Little children shouldn't learn badly."

Qianhua pouted her lips: "Huh, fake and serious."

"You don't want it now, there will be no more in the future."

"threaten me?"

"No, I'm telling the truth." Qianhua grinned proudly.

"Then keep it." Jingong Makoto rubbed her little head and said softly.

"Huh?" Fujiwara Qianhua angrily slammed his head against his chest, and said aggrieved: "Is it so disgusting?"

"I didn't mean that, you are still young, Qianhua."