Chapter 869 Sports Students vs Dance Students 101

Qi'an couldn't sleep, so she decided to change his routine and find ways to tease him and act coquettishly.

It was time to change someone else. Pei Xuyan scolded her, then turned over and pinched her chin with a smile in his eyes: "You don't have a long memory, do you?"

The girl blushed slightly, blinked at him, and the ends of her eyes were red. She cried, and threw the quilt all over him like a rogue, and wanted to run away.

As a result, he was pulled back and the two of them had a fight. In the end, Pei Xuyan won the victory. She said coquettishly: "You are too heavy."

"If you can't beat me, just act like a spoiled brat. Who will spoil you?" Pei Xuyan's voice still had the hoarse sound of just waking up, and the sexiness of later. When he saw the bruise on her forehead, he paused and stretched out his hand to press it, "Does it hurt?"

"A bit." After being pressed like this, Qi'an said sincerely, her voice rustling, and she recalled those messy scenes of blushing and heartbeating.

His breathing, the bulging veins in his neck, and his strength.

Pei Xuyan said to himself: "Be gentle next time." Then he lifted her quilt.

"What are you doing-" Qi'an was shocked and quickly grabbed her.

"Let me take a look." He kept moving and looked for a long time, his brows furrowed and his peach-blossom eyes sharp, "It's a little serious, I think I need to take medicine."

Qi'an's face was very red, and she pulled her back silently, saying in a voice like a mosquito: "That's all right..."

"Why are you shy?" Pei Xuyan smiled half-heartedly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he pinched her face.

Ahhhhh!

Qi'an collapsed and covered his mouth: "Can you shut up? Pei Xuyan!"

"good."

Pei Xuyan put on her clothes and got out of bed, washed up and ordered room service, then went downstairs to buy medicine and brought her breakfast.

Qi'an felt it was unfair. Why was he so energetic?

"You did it too hard."

After Qi'an went to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, then went out to complain to Pei Xuyan, pointing at her neck.

The girl looks cool and pretty, with pure eyebrows, long hair that is somewhat disheveled, and her eyes are dark and clear.

The beauty of the rose covered her delicate and white neck, winding down from her collarbone, like a pampered rose. She tried her best to lift her collar and accused him of his excessive behavior.

"The foundation can't cover it, so I can't go out."

Pei Xuyan liked this very much, as it was like labeling it private property.

The man was leaning against the wall and looking at her. He was very tall. His black T-shirt was loose and exposed half of his collarbone. His neck was clean and there were no traces. He was fresh and handsome. He said lazily: "What should we do?"

"You're going to kiss me back?" He had an ungrateful and evil spirit. He pointed at his neck with his long and distinct fingers and nodded frivolously, "Here it is."

Qi'an gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and walked over aggressively.

Why doesn't he have it?

She pressed Pei Xuyan against the wall, then stood up on tiptoes. Given the height difference, her momentum dropped drastically. She bit the side of his neck, her eyes curled up proudly, and her eyes were bright and romantic: "I

of."

"That's not it." Pei Xuyan's eyes were dim, he pressed the back of her head and taught her, his voice low.

In the end, Qi'an learned it very young.

It was just below the side of his neck and above the collarbone.

The loose black T-shirt couldn't cover it at all, and the hickey appeared blatantly on the clean and fair skin.

He didn't mind either. He was tall and tall, with handsome features. He was dressed all in black. With his careless movements, he lowered and raised his eyes, and there was a deeper sense of dissoluteness, like a forbidden color, that kind of scumbag feeling.

, fascinating.

If I have to describe him, at first glance, he looks like the kind of scumbag who can play you to death without spitting out your bones.

The girl was wearing a JK uniform, clean and well-behaved, and her calves under the pleated skirt were slender and straight. When she followed him, she had an ultimate sense of contrast.

Qi'an looked at it, then lowered her face, and angrily patted his neck with foundation to cover up the traces of ambiguous reverie.

"What?"
Chapter completed!