National School Prince Is A Girl

The man's broad shoulders supported the simple black uniform, so no wonder there were so many people thinking about interviewing him.

Lin Feng put his mobile phone in his pocket and was thinking of standing up.

The person approaching suddenly leaned over, and his figure dropped to the front of him, his left hand propped on the chair he was sitting on, a kind of slow feeling: "Why, anxious?"

In an instant, Lin Feng seemed to be shrouded by him. The boy's beautiful jaw appeared in front of his eyes, lined with a black uniform, and even more angular.

He always felt that this distance was a little close, and if he adjusted it subconsciously, he would stand up by force: "Nonsense, of course, anxious, coco they have been waiting outside for a long time, just still sending me a message, and left. "

With that said, Lin Feng is about to take steps.

"Wait a moment." Yunhu spoke again, but the tone was weak: "Since I came back, you don't seem to have expressed anything."

Means?Bring him to dinner or drink or go to an Internet cafe overnight?

This is just the beginning.

Lin Feng was still standing there thinking.

Yunhu had already stretched out his hand, and Lin Feng didn't know what he was going to do, or what kind of madness, and leaned over to fiddle with his arm.

At that moment, the breath from him was even stronger.

Lin Feng said, "What are you trying to do, lying down?" There was a laugh in the tone.

Basically, boys get along with mantras.

"Why? I'm afraid." Yunhu is still making adjustments. His beautiful eyebrows are raised slightly, and the other two arms are perfectly placed in an arc.

Lin Feng groaned: "I will be afraid, I tell you, I am also a fan."

"Yes, there are so many fans, Lin Feng is very big." When Yunhu said this, his tone was weak, obviously playful.

Lin Feng rolled a word in his throat, and scolded with a smile: "Go away."

After returning from a trip to the country, I can't even talk.

And what is he going to do.

Lin Feng lowered his eyes and looked at his posture. He didn't know at all. His unconsciously increased breath was sprayed on Yunhu's neck.

I still feel awkward and want to move, which is too close.

He was holding his wrist, and then Yunhu bent over and drilled in from the bottom, and the whole person appeared in the arc made by his two arms.

Lin Feng still lowered his head, and the opponent's movement hit him by surprise, even his thin lips touched the man's ear.

The cool touch is soft, soft and ... scary!

Lying trough, what is this posture?

Also, did he kiss Yunhu's ear just now!

Lin Feng's eyes widened. The first reaction was to tilt his face first, otherwise he might not know where his lips would touch the other party.

Really your sister ...

Lin Feng's heart obviously couldn't calm down, and the unusual touch on his lips remained.

I always feel that although it is cold, it is a bit hot on the lips, and I don't know why.

Lin Feng's hands were clenched, and the feeling of his fingertips was very intense.

I rely on!

Calmly, but just hit it, wipe it gently, it should be nothing.

Lin Feng coughed softly.

Yunhu, who is the perpetrator, has no choice but to open the pot, and there is a slight smile in his eyes: "The angle is not sure. Did you just kiss my ear?"