Ah ah ah, no way.
She must morize this well!
An Ran was frightened by Chi Cheng’s words and quickly sat up straight.
She propped up the English textbook.
Her eyes scanned the words, and she kept muttering them under her breath.
In contrast to An Ran’s nervousness, Chi Cheng seed to enjoy the ga even more.
He didn’t even look at the book he had just found, just lounged lazily on the sofa.
Sipping from a wine glass, his gaze remained fixed on the little white rabbit not far away.
Fifteen minutes passed.
Chi Cheng began to quiz her on the words.
An Ran is the kind of girl who tends to make mistakes the more nervous she gets.
Before long, she was stripped down to just a T-shirt and skirt. T_T
"Ranran got it wrong again." Chi Cheng smirked seductively, correcting her with perfect pronunciation, "It’s comfortable, not comfortoble."
An Ran shivered, realizing what was about to happen, and quickly shrank back, "Bro, brother..."
"Co here." Chi Cheng spoke unhurriedly, but his gaze was burning.
"No way..." If this goes on, she’ll really be exposed.
"Don’t force to use strength, hmm?"
"I’ve rembered this word, I really have this ti!"
Eager to prove herself, she was pulled into Chi Cheng’s arms as he grabbed her wrist.
She found herself sitting on Chi Cheng’s lap.
Then... she felt Chi Cheng’s hand slip into her clothes.
Chi Cheng’s long fingers were like electric currents, teasing her smooth back, "Oh really? Recite it again for ."
It was so ticklish, it felt as if ants were crawling, causing her toes to curl involuntarily.
An Ran’s voice trembled as she spoke, spelling out each letter, "c-o-m-f-o-r-t-a-b-l-e."
"Ranran is so good." Chi Cheng’s voice was husky, "Tell , what does this word an?"
"Comfortable..."
Chi Cheng chuckled lowly, shifting his lower body slightly, rubbing against her ever so subtly, "Hmm, brother is comfortable too."
An Ran: !!
The word clearly ans "comfortable," does it not? This guy was deliberately misinterpreting!
Chi Cheng, in this position, locked fingers with hers with one hand while the other cupped the back of An Ran’s head, edging slightly closer with a huskier voice, "Shall I make Ranran a bit more comfortable?"
Whether it was his provocative actions or his srizing voice.
An Ran could only feel her breathing becoming increasingly erratic, even the breath from her nostrils was scorching.
Hot.
It wasn’t an external heat; it was a feverish warmth emanating from within.
Especially with Chi Cheng’s hand still roaming on her back.
Applying pressure sotis, then easing it until it was feather-light.
When it lightened, she involuntarily wanted to writhe, seeking more forceful rubbing to derive pleasure.
"Mm, brother..." An Ran panted slightly.
He commanded, "Look up."
An Ran, sitting on Chi Cheng’s lap, obediently lifted her face.
Chi Cheng bowed his head and kissed her.
His kiss was skillful, knowing precisely where An Ran’s sensitive spots were, continually teasing and provoking them.
One hand intertwined with hers, hanging naturally.
The other hand remained inside her clothes.
During the heated kiss, he had already quietly unhooked her bra clasp...
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PS:
[An Xiaoran is of age, planning to let brother have a go before the European big player, hehe, should we?]
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