An Xiaoyu was instantly embarrassed, her little face flushed with a surge of red.
This guy... he actually said something like that? And he pinned such a big crime on her?
"When did I ever say that?"
"The words you just said clearly meant that!"
The guy said arrogantly, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
An Xiaoyu certainly didn't miss the change in his tone, and hurriedly defended herself: "That's not what I meant, it's just..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by his.
An Xiaoyu deliberately tried to go against him, so she reached out to push him in resistance, but her hands were quickly raised high and pinned down on the bed.
She then resorted to kicking around with her legs, but soon he overpowered her firm resistance.
In the end, she could only wrap around him like an octopus.
The air in the room also became hot and dry, the heat almost like a small furnace.
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