God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 347 - 100. About the Kiss of Ownership3

Because of the large movent, there was a possibility it could cause the sickbed to emit a subtle noise.

Yan Huan’s pupils constricted, and she quickly arched her waist to lift it off the bed, so that the force of tumbling over herself wouldn’t push against the bed boards and make a strange noise.

"..."

Still quiet.

Outside the curtain.

An Le was caressing a rolodex, reproaching herself,

"That ti, it was just Xiao Huan and playing catch--if-you-can near the water in the park. He was ’it’ but I could never outrun him, yet he always let win. Looking back, I could still see his gentle smile toward ..."

Inside the curtain.

Yan Huan tensed her muscles, lying back down steadily on the bed.

Lying flat on his back made it hard to exert force, so he pushed Spencer slightly away, intending to turn slightly and sit up with support.

But as soon as he turned, Spencer grabbed his clothes tightly from behind like a wicked ghost.

Yan Huan turned her head and saw Spencer’s wicked grin, close at hand.

She licked the exposed canine tooth, her expression alarmingly predatory, as if she wanted to devour Yan Huan.

Outside the curtain.

An Le leaned on the desk behind her, reminiscing,

"Normally, because I’m quite timid, I’d always follow behind him, afraid of getting lost, I loved to grab the back of his clothes, the sleeves and such. But I dared not pull too hard, for fear of wrinkling his clothes..."

Inside the curtain.

Spencer, who was pressing forward, firmly gripped Yan Huan’s clothes, and in the struggle, his upper attire was pulled up, revealing a bit of his shapely, fair abdon.

Yan Huan, with a darkened face, quickly pulled his clothes back down.

As soon as it was exposed, it was as if it had caught Spencer’s eye; like finding a new toy, she recklessly pulled at his clothes.

Not only did she wrinkle his clothes hopelessly but also caused more of it to unintentionally reveal itself.

Outside the curtain.

An Le sitting on a chair, spoke in a soft voice,

"What I care about most is Xiao Huan’s feelings, worried whether him always taking care of made him unhappy...

"So whatever I wanted to eat, I would share with Xiao Huan; whatever I wanted to do, I would ask for Xiao Huan’s consent..."

Inside the curtain.

Yan Huan and Spencer were thoroughly tangled up in a struggle impossible to separate, he didn’t want to make any noise, but Spencer refused to accommodate his wishes.

What infuriated her was that she herself would never make a sound, but she would do all sorts of things to force Yan Huan to make noises to attract the attention of the people outside the curtain.

Yan Huan moved to the left, away from the curtain to hide.

She insisted on pulling Yan Huan to the right, towards the curtain.

Yan Huan didn’t want to look at her, for fear that any part of her body might stimulate him.

And Spencer insisted on getting close to him, holding him tightly restrained, so that his eyes could only see herself.

Outside the curtain.

As An Le spoke, she suddenly thought of sothing, her face turned shyly red, covering her face,

"Saying... there was actually a ti when we were kids... Xiao Huan ca to sleep in my room, and I woke up earlier than Xiao Huan...

"At that ti, looking at Xiao Huan’s sleeping face, I don’t know why, but I had the urge to kiss him..."

An Le covered her face, panting as she said,

"I’m glad I held back in the end... after all, such an act, to so extent, would be considered an excessive possession... it should, at all tis, have Xiao Huan’s consent..."

On her shoulder, Little Thumb, having listened to her inner rambling, asked with a deadpan face,

"All this babbling, when are you going to get on with it? Can we fast forward to the juicy part, please?"

"We were just kids back then!! How could we do such things..."

"What about now? We’re not kids anymore."

"That’s true... But after today, I’ve co to understand. These things, indeed, require Xiao Huan’s consent... can’t go against his wishes..."

Hearing this, Little Thumb rolled his eyes dramatically.

Inside the curtain.

Yan Huan, too pressured by Spencer, found her montary weakness as she was slightly off balance and quickly sought to break free.

Spencer stared straight into his face, her gaze dizzy, outlining his currently rather haggard handso face to appear even more attractive.

The usually dignified, impeccably neat President...

Now, fearing to make a noise, he had to hold his breath as much as possible, which made sweat form on his forehead and his breathing erratic.

This worn-out appearance made Spencer even more excited.

To strike while the iron is hot, to claim your life...

Such a you, let plunder everything!

The next second, Spencer, perhaps having thought of sothing, her face turned slightly red.

She tightly clenched Yan Huan’s wrist, and, under his slightly stunned gaze, suddenly leaned close to his face.

"Pop!"

A soft press, defiantly against his will, as if to snatch him, to own him...

Was fiercely planted on his cheek.

On the bed, what had been like a battlefield, quieted down in an instant.

Their movents, one on top of the other, seed to freeze at that mont, frozen within the narrow space behind the curtain.