Chapter 189: I am Fenghua 11

Chapter 189 I am Fenghua 11
The man's fingers are slender and delicate, the joints are distinct, and the skin is hot. Fu Ting can't resist the rubbing, so he can only let him clasp it strongly, and hit the back of her hand with his fingers.
It is like an ambiguous suggestion of passion and desire between intimate lovers.
Fu Ting was supposed to push away the man in front of him who was trying to take advantage of him in anger, but he didn't know why, his mind seemed to be drawn away from a clever string, and his body was weak. He squatted and asked, "You, you are okay. Right."
He lifted his chin slightly, tilted his head against her face, and nudged it slowly.
Then he went all the way up, touching her forehead, he gasped and laughed, like rubbing Fu Ting’s heart, and shouted,
"Listen~Listen~"
With this action, the alcohol in Cen Tiong's breath encroached on Fu Ting's senses in all directions. She seemed to be drunk too, her eyes slowly dimmed.
Cen Tiong waited patiently for a while, before the girl refused, he tentatively held half of her face with his other hand, and kissed her in pieces.
He was very attentive and opened his eyes from start to finish, like a devout believer in worship, patient and gentle.
Fu Ting did not move obediently from beginning to end, curled up between his arms, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
Cen Tiong paused, put his arms on her shoulder blades, bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek.
Fu Ting's delicate fingers like bamboo shoots gripped his shirt, his eyes slightly widened, and his beautiful deer eyes were round and innocent.
To put it bluntly, I just want his life.
The man had deep eyes, staring at her face, aggressively, and whispered, "You can push me away at any time."
Fu Ting stared at him for a long time, his eyes were erratic, suddenly raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.
It is not an exaggeration to say that for a moment, Cen Qiong's blood rushed over his head.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand to clasp the back of her neck and kissed her neatly.

Alcoholic spirits were domineering, eroding Fu Ting's world.
His thoughts were taken away, and only his voice could be heard in the ears, which was just right to hold Fu Ting's lifeline.
She was put on the sofa, her head slightly turned, the man's straight nose pressed against her white cheek, and a small piece collapsed.
Suddenly, Fu Ting suddenly awoke and pushed him away. There was water vapor under his eyes, and he roared in anger, "Cen Tiong, you take advantage of me."
"Who will take the first place?" Cen Qiong was pushed aside, his front opened slightly, his appearance was extremely turbulent.
His lips were extremely red, damp and damp, and smiled cheerfully, "Why should the wicked complain first, huh?"
"..."
Fu heard what he thought of, his face instantly blushed, turned his head and ran upstairs, shutting the door heavily.
Fu Ting threw himself into the bed, his hand covering his buzzing mouth, his whole body shivering, his disbelief was beyond belief.
Was she crazy just now, why would she take the initiative to kiss him?
Don't save me, I'm dead!

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(End of this chapter)