Toilet.

"Crack-"

With a soft click the door was closed and locked.

Hearing the movement, Yan Zhixu stopped and stood lazily in front of the sink.

She looked at the man in front of her, her brows wrapped in a thick wild arrogance, and an unintelligible chuckle overflowed from her throat.

He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. The buttons of the shirt were full without missing one, and he looked full of abstinence.

"It turned out to be Dean Fu. I thought it was a stalker pervert."

The woman in the blue retro velvet dress was full of laughter, and her brows and eyes were full of wildness.

Fu Shimo rubbed his fingers and felt the thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, and repeated her words, "Oh? Stalker, pervert?"

His voice was low, magnetic and seductive. He was neatly and meticulously dressed and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He took a step forward, and the distance between the two was pulled in. As long as one of them got a little closer to the body, they could stick together.

Looking at the woman in front of him, desire | hope is ready to move in restraint.

"A slip of the tongue, how can there be such a charming pervert like Dean Fu?"

Yan Zhixu could even smell the faint mint smell on his body when he was too close.

Fu Shimo lowered his head slightly, "Children, there are indeed many bad people outside, you have to learn to protect yourself."

It seems to be inadvertently leaning into her neck, and the warm breath is densely sprayed on the snow-white neck.

After saying a word, he raised his head, as if the slightly teasing action just now was not intentional.

He glanced at her dress, his eyes were faint, and his tone was a little cold, "Also, little friend, you are really bad."

The snow-white back was exposed to the air without any concealment, and the thighs were looming while walking, and the charm was nowhere to be placed.

Yan Zhixu chuckled, "What's wrong? I also ask Dean Fu to give me some pointers."

Her gaze was straight at him, and she could clearly see that his gaze was no longer calm and indifferent.

Restrained and forbearing, he lost his calm, and the mask he was wearing seemed to be about to be torn off.

I couldn't control my excitement, and the blood all over my body was boiling, "President Fu, why don't you speak?"

The tail sound rose slightly, without a hint of coquettishness, and his face was full of ridicule.

But the calm heart that this appearance hooked gradually accelerated.

"Because children have made too many mistakes, they need to be sorted out."

Fu Shimo pulled a little further into the distance between the two, and they were intimate and seamless.

His approach made Yan Zhixu cling to the washbasin behind him, his back cold.

"here."

His hand fell on his forked thigh, his expression was slightly restrained, and there was no **** in his eyes.

The fingers were cold, but they just touched the skin lightly, without doing any excessive movements, still people couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"here."

Fu Shimo moved his hands up, passed his waist, and then climbed onto the snow-white beautiful back.

His fingers were so cold that Yan Zhixu could even feel the calluses on his fingertips.

Fu Shimo withdrew his hand, "It's all wrong."

He was serious when pointing the wrong way. He wanted to step back, but the person who had just been provoked didn't let him do so.

Yan Zhixu's hand quickly clasped his wrist, and the ruffian whistled angrily, looking like a hooligan, "Where did you go wrong in these places?"

He met her gaze, "The mistake will make other people feel bad towards you, and a girl will be unsafe."

Yan Zhixu let go of his wrist, and then held his ten fingers domineeringly, "Does the other people in Dean Fu's mouth include yourself?"

The person being questioned was silent.

The bathroom was full of silence, and there was no one else around. The two people standing in front of the washbasin had an ambiguous breath.

Even though he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, his aura made his face turn red.