Wencai's eyes widened in horror, he raised his hands to resist in panic, waving his arms in the air without any control, shouting: "Wow, I think I can't cover it anymore!"
The voice became shrill and shrill with fear, as if it could cut through the heavy air. The senior sister giggled, her voice gentle and a bit bewitching, just like the deadly song of the siren:
"What can't be covered? Come here, I can cover you..." As he said this, he gave her a flirtatious look, his eyes full of cunning and greed.
The senior sister saw him frozen in place, like a hunter targeting his prey. He moved lightly, each step carrying endless temptation and danger, and slowly approached. The strong scent of her perfume penetrated Wencai's nose like a hook, making him dizzy, as if there were thousands of bees buzzing around in his head.
Just when the senior sister was about to press against him, Wen Cai got the strength from nowhere, as if he was being shocked by electricity, and took a step back, the soles of his feet almost slipping in panic.
He stammered: "S-Senior sister, we can't do this, this, this is wrong..." There was the last trace of struggle and perseverance in his words.
The senior sister didn't care, and stretched out her fair but cold hand to pull him, murmuring: "Little handsome boy, don't be shy..."
While the two were fighting, Wencai stumbled and threw forward uncontrollably, accidentally hitting the table next to him. The sundries on the table fell to the floor, making a harsh sound in the silence.
Reader comments
Stop imitating it, it sounds hard to listen to
I struggled to write a narrative.
It's so hard to see,
Don't make each paragraph so long that no one will read it.
It's pretty, okay
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Stop imitating it, it sounds hard to listen to
I struggled to write a narrative.
It's so hard to see,
Don't make each paragraph so long that no one will read it.
It's pretty, okay
Let me go, this book is composed of two words "similarity"