Chapter 3: I'm crying so nervous

"I ..." She was about to say something ruthless, but was kissed wildly by him, and this time it was more fierce than the last time, it was like trying to swallow her whole body.
Lu Zhanke's hand went up along her waistline, because she had just taken a bath, and her skin was extremely smooth at the moment, which made her really addicted.
And Lu Zhanke, because holding the gun all year round, the palm of his hand has a thin layer of thin cocoon, his big palm makes her have a wonderful feeling.
Lu Zhanke's kiss is like the strongest white wine, just a small sip is enough to make her completely drunk.
The strange feeling came suddenly. She didn't know what to do, and Lu Zhanke had begun to coax her to learn to respond.
She squinted and looked at the handsome face in front of her, thinking that this man was really evil.
Can't be looked down on, absolutely can't be looked down on, she pretended to be a ‘field-tested’ look, somewhat awkward, but responded to him very seriously.
Lu Zhanke originally wanted to kiss her fiercely and punish her for ‘not bad words’, but she did n’t expect the tendency to gradually wipe out her guns.
The self-control that has always been proud of it can't help but start to collapse a little bit, he thought, maybe he hasn't had a woman for too long, so he will be caught by this little girl.
The more they kissed the more they fell in love, and there was a pounding knock outside.
A heavy accent sounded outside the door: "Head, time is up, go to a meeting."
It is Qiao Sheng, a guard of the Marine Ke.
The two of them woke up like dreams, and suddenly released each other after looking at each other, but Ai Changhuan's situation was more embarrassing, and the bath towel hung loosely on his body, while Lu Zhanke was still a well-dressed.
Ai Changhuan's face became flushed. She rubbed her mouth in a panic while stuttering: "Rogue, pervert, pervert !!"
Looking at her fear of avoiding it, Lu Zhanke's eyes sank: "I'm not a hooligan, I'm your husband."
"It won't be any time soon." Ai Changhuan blurted out.
"It's already, I kissed you, and you responded, didn't you?"
"That's ... that's ..." That's bewildered by you.
"Do you want to do it again?" Lu Zhanke leaned forward and pressed closer, his eyes fell on her chest with no good intention.
"Don't!" Ai Changhuan pushed back his chest, and burst into tears.
Lu Zhanke reached out to help her wipe away the tears in the corner of her eyes, but reached out halfway and then paused. He twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "I hold you."
Before Ai Changhuan reacted, he hugged her horizontally.
"Ah!" Ai Changhuan exclaimed a little, fearing that she would catch Lu Zhanke's neck subconsciously.
His chest was wide, his arms were strong, and his steps were steady when he hugged her, and he felt no shaking at all.
He is a very secure person, but unfortunately, the hug just makes her feel suffocated.
"You ... you put me down!" Seeing that he would be carried into the bedroom by him, Ai Chang would cry in anxiety. He dared to treat her like that in the bathroom. I do n’t know if I would go into the bedroom if it went too far. Move.
The more she thought, the more she panicked, and she began to struggle desperately, twisting her body desperately.
Lu Zhanke effortlessly restrained her, then spit out a sentence: "The bath towel is loose."
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