Lin Xiaoan got out of the car gloomily. He looked up and saw Lin Feichi's shirt on his chest was wet and clinging to his body. He felt a little embarrassed. After squirming for a while, Lin Xiaoan pointed at Lin Feichi's clothes, "Brother, your shirt is soaked. Come to my house and change into my dad's clothes."
Lin Feichi suddenly laughed.
Lin Xiaoan only felt that the wind and rain in front of him suddenly stopped, the sun suddenly appeared, and the background was retreating rapidly, and his heart skipped a beat.
Lin Feichi reached out and took Lin Xiaoan's head. He followed Lin Xiaoan's red face and saw the small, thin lips, and pressed his own lips on it.
Lin Xiaoan's mind was blown. Lin Xiaoan, you, you, you are in big trouble! ! !