"Take your feet off me." Lin Chongnan wiped his mouth with a napkin and glanced at Gu Xun, who was looking at him with eyes.
"No." Gu Xun rubbed his bare feet against Lin Chongnan's calf in trousers, gently and softly, back and forth, ambiguous and suggestive.
How to chase a man? Gu Xun felt that the first thing was to rely on face, and the second thing was to rely on trust. Practice was the only criterion for testing truth. He was right, but... Oh my God! Why was Mao himself the one being suppressed? !
Therefore, thirdly, it must be powerful.
But now he knows this, it's too late! !