Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

Wang San is a novice in every aspect, and even this kind of feeling is his first time, so kissing back and forth doesn't make sense, so he just kisses here and there and touches here and there, sometimes itching Xia Chuan, Xia Chuan just laughed.

Wang San became anxious at last, and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Xia Chuan still laughed.

Wang San pinched Xia Chuan's waist angrily, and Xia Chuan let out an "oops".Wang San thought it hurt, so he hurriedly got up to look: "My man, oh, did it hurt you?"

Xia Chuan turned around at once, the tips of his ears dripping with red blood.

Wang San stared at the tips of Xia Chuan's red ears, and suddenly realized something, and all of a sudden, his head became red all the way to his ears.

Wrapping his arms around Xia Chuan, Wang San felt a little embarrassed, leaned into Xia Chuan's ear and asked, "Chuan...Tian Chuan, what am I going to do? Now?"

Xia Chuan felt hot all over, squeezed Wang San's hand, pulled it down, and let it go again, as if he still gave up.

All of a sudden, blessings came to his heart, Wang San's hand went down, Xia Chuan faltered, struggled a little, and was caught by Wang San in an instant.

Xia Chuan's body trembled thinly.

Wang San kissed the back of his neck, and touched his lips very lightly.

Xia Chuan curled up unbearably as if evading, and sobbed softly...

This time neither of them realized how they fell asleep, Wang San woke up first, and found Xia Chuan curled up in his arms like a cat, so he shaved his face with his fingers.The new skin on Xia Chuan's face was sensitive, and he woke up all of a sudden, staring at Wang San with wide eyes, bewildered.

Wang San looked at him amusedly, until he suddenly remembered something, his face turned red and smoked, and he buried his head, then he patted him on the back and said, "Have a good rest, I haven't eaten lunch yet. , I'll make you dinner right now."

Xia Chuan arched his head buried in the quilt.

Looking at the top of Xia Chuan's head, Wang San felt that this was the happiest time in his life.

He just rolled out of bed happily, but he heard Xia Chuan whisper behind him: "Don't cook."

Wang San was puzzled and asked, "No appetite?"

Xia Chuan said: "Isn't there a banquet at the residence today?"

Wang San was startled when he heard this, he didn't know what the words meant, so he didn't answer for a while.

Xia Chuan said: "I'm going."

Wang San didn't expect that he was really thinking about this matter. He thought he couldn't escape it, so he could delay it for a while, so he said, "I'll get you the medicine, and then we'll go together. Left and right are just dead!" Xia Chuanmeng got out of the quilt with an expression of disbelief, but he didn't speak in the end.

Wang San scratched his head to look for Xue Xiaoqing, already having some plans in mind.

Along the way, people were talking about the banquet, and Wang San even heard some well-informed people say that the third young master was fascinated by Xiaosheng named Xia, and the second young master was very angry.

When Wang San entered the pharmacy, Xue Xiaoqing was sniffing a handful of powder, and ignored him at all.Wang Sandao: "The incense mentioned last time——"

As soon as Xue Xiaoqing shook his hand, the powder dissipated suddenly. He said with a straight face: "What fragrance? What do you want that kind of thing for? You are useless and have no sympathy. If you really can't see his face , I was too scared to sleep, so let him come and live with me!"

Wang San was also angry all of a sudden, his face was flushed, his neck was stuck and he was about to speak——

But I heard a light voice from behind: "Really?"

All of a sudden, the first two people in the room were stunned, and Xue Xiaoqing's face turned pale.

Only Xia Chuan walked into the room lightly as if nothing happened, raised his hand and touched his face in doubt, and said, "I also said that there is no mirror in the room."

Wang San finally said through his teeth: "Listen to his nonsense!"

Xue Xiaoqing's expression was very sad, and Wang San's expression was not much better.

He knew he was late again.

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