Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Gu Ruojiao was pressed against the wall, her little butt was supported by the big palm, and her legs were subconsciously wrapped around his waist.

Early in the morning is the time when men's hormones are at their peak.

He knows exactly where his charm lies.

Knowing what the weakness of Little Crying Bag is, he hugged her in a very ambiguous position.

Sure enough, as soon as he realized that he had voluntarily wrapped his arms around his waist, Xiao Kuibao closed his eyes tremblingly in shame.

She didn't know how to resist, and she didn't know how to kill him.

Because she has a very soft personality, and she thought he was a good person and would not hurt her.

But the man's mind is not pure, he wants to bully her, bully her so badly that she is wet and soft.

So Wei Zheng didn't really want to boil Jiaojiao in warm water.

"Jiaojiao."

"Well, huh?"

He was too close, and the hormones and oppression that belonged to men tightly wrapped her in it.

The little crying bag was so crushed that he was a little dizzy and didn't react.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng was very satisfied.

Because this shows that the little crying bag will be affected by him.

So he stuck closer and deliberately pressed against her.

The thin shorts can really feel the flourish, and the cheeks of the little crying bag began to puff up.

She didn't dare to look at him, her rose-like face was full of shyness, and Wei Zheng's throat rolled when she looked at him.

"Jiaojiao." He called again in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you put the rose up?"

"Because, because I don't know if you want to give it to someone else."

Her voice was soft and trembling, because the man was very close, and his breath fell on the pinnae when he spoke, giving people the illusion that he was kissing his ears.

Especially the man's arm was very strong and hot, and it was branded on her body through the thin cloth.

The little crying bag couldn't take it any longer, so he stretched out his hand to push it, but that weak push couldn't shake the mountain.

Instead, after hearing her words, Wei Zheng realized that she hadn't realized that the flowers were for her, so he put them on the table so casually.

The originally dead heart suddenly came alive.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he tightened his arms, locking her tightly in his arms.

"It's not for others, it's for you."

Xiaokuibao was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then his heart softened.

Started to be shy again after being sweet.

"Then, how did you put it on the ground?"

"Because... I walked too fast."

In fact, when he came back from buying roses excitedly, he remembered that Gu Ruojiao didn't get off work until 12 o'clock in the evening, and he was going to work later.

So Wei Zheng held the bouquet of roses and put them on the balcony first, then in her room, and then on the coffee table, but he was afraid that she might not see them immediately.

So I changed a dozen places back and forth, tossing until it was almost time to go to work, and finally had an idea, and put it on the porch.

In this way, Gu Ruojiao will see his roses the first time she enters the door!

The picture he imagined was quite romantic, but in the end the most important thing made him forget.

Did not write small cards!

The rose has thus become a flower without an owner.

A trace of annoyance flashed in Wei Zheng's eyes.

But seeing her shy face, it didn't look like she didn't like it, and the blood was pumped again.

He held her little butt with one hand, and put the other on her back.

His forehead was against hers, and his eyes caught her gaze tightly.

At this distance, as long as he lifts his chin a little, he can kiss those delicate red lips as he wished.

Wei Zheng restrained the beast in his heart.

"Does Jiaojiao like it?" She didn't know whether she was asking about roses or something else.

But no matter which one you ask, it actually means only one thing.