Fang Yuan struggled with his eyebrows, feeling ashamed of the evil deeds he had committed. Although there was uncontrollable desire in his eyes, he still looked restrained and distant, as if he was not the one who forcibly kissed Meng Zichu.
His eyes were almost boring, but he still held his head high.
Meng Zichu hid the gloomy paranoia in his bones and blindly seduced, "Senior Sister, lower your head and you can kiss her."
Later, "I can hold it if I bend down."
Finally, "If your legs are weak, you won't be able to stand firmly."
As for the annoying guys around her, they were naturally removed one by one without anyone noticing.
