The final exam is coming up in one week, and Mo Ji thought to himself: He has to take the time to review his homework, otherwise Lu Xiaoyu will not let him go. Even though he has skipped so many classes this semester, it is just because of his school grades.

It didn't drop, so she didn't say anything more.

We need to let Pan Hechen and his ten brothers manage the matters at the martial arts school.

After everything was arranged, Moji concentrated on reading. There was too much homework left behind, so Moji was not in a hurry, and the exam was only a week away. So he slowly fell into meditation, as if sitting in meditation, without any distracting thoughts.

, focusing only on books.

During this period, Gong Lihong rarely saw him reading so seriously, and she felt happy. From the bottom of her heart, she really liked Moji, otherwise she wouldn't have called him "husband", even though there was some coercion.

But if she didn't want to scream, it would be useless for anyone to force her. After all, they didn't hold a knife to her neck.

When Lu Xiaoyu entered the classroom, she saw Moji sitting there and reading the book seriously, and she felt much more at ease. This little gangster hadn't become too wild yet, he just knew how to read. He sat on the podium and stared at the book.

Zhang has a young, delicate and handsome face, and he has a lot of emotions in his heart. Since he was attracted to her bed more than a year ago, she, a good teacher and sex partner, has helped him preach and solve doubts in many fields. Moji, this little boy

The guy's perception was beyond her imagination. There were many things that he could do without a teacher, and many tricks that she had never dared to think of. Slowly, Moji and her positions shifted.

Moji seemed like a teacher, leading her as a primary school student to experience excitement and passion in some aspects.

Thinking of this, there was a burst of soreness and numbness in her lower body, and her pretty face turned red and her legs tightened. This little gangster had not taken care of her Yumenguan for almost a month.

During self-study the next evening, Gong Lihong saw that Moji hadn't moved. She was also sitting there, looking like she was reading a book. She glanced at him from time to time, her mind not on the book at all.

The classroom of the third-year senior high school students kept the lights on, which was convenient for students who worked overtime and studied at night. When Moji woke up and put in his books, there were still about ten classmates who had not left in the classroom. Seeing that Gong Lihong had not left yet, he couldn't help but feel lustful.

He stood up, touched her arm gently with his elbow, and said quietly: "Girl, why haven't you left yet? Are you waiting for your husband?" The evil smile on his face flashed.

Gong Lihong bit her lower lip gently with her white teeth, and said shyly: "I'm afraid you don't understand something, so..."

When Moji heard this, he smiled mischievously and said: "Oh, thank you very much. I can see clearly. It's so late for you to go back. Do you want my husband to give you a ride?" After saying that, he looked at her.

Throw away a wink.

Gong Lihong rolled her eyes and gave him a roll of her eyes without saying a word. After packing up her books, she put her bag on her back and walked out.

Moji smiled to himself. This little gangster was unusually thick-skinned. He waited for a moment and saw Gong Lihong's back disappearing at the door of the classroom, then followed him out in a hurry.

How could Gong Lihong, a girl, have the nerve to ask Moji to take her home? She felt a little angry and walked out alone. It was already very late at this time, and the street lights on the campus were shining alone, drawing her shadow.

She was a long old woman. As she walked, she pricked up her ears to listen for any footsteps coming from behind. But she was disappointed. Apart from the sound of her deliberately heavy footsteps, there was not even a shadow of a ghost.

As she walked sadly, she kicked the gravel on the roadside unhappily. The hatred accumulated on her face required Moji's tenderness to resolve.

"Stinky Xiaoji, damn Xiaoji, a little scoundrel who doesn't know good and evil, a little hooligan who doesn't know how to be charming..." Gong Lihong cursed people as sweetly as singing. Every time he kicked a pebble, he cursed Xiaoji.

Moji hid under a tree on the roadside and followed her quietly for a long distance. Hearing this beautiful curse, he couldn't help but laugh "haha".

Gong Lihong was kicking stones alone and scolding Xiaoji. Suddenly he heard laughter of "hehe". He was shocked and turned around to see no one. He was so frightened that he almost cried: "Who is it? Come out quickly, don't scare me."

Moji couldn't bear to scare her, so he walked out and said with a sly smile: "Who was scolding me just now?"

When it became clear that it was Moji, the little hooligan, Gong Lihong's tears started to flow down her face. She ran into my arms and beat my chest with her pink fists while crying, looking pitiful.

, it's really called "I feel pity for you". I grabbed her two pink fists and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be afraid, I'm still here."

With tears on her cheeks, she coquettishly whispered in my ear and said in a trembling voice: "You are the one who scares me, you little hooligan, and I will beat you to death, you, the stinking hooligan."

Moji smiled evilly and said, "I'm a gangster. Who am I to be afraid of? I'll start bullying you now." After saying that, he opened his teeth and clawed at her breasts.

Gong Lihong smiled shyly and played with Moji's hands with her little hands, but they were no match for him. After a while, Moji's hands had climbed up to her chest. Fortunately, it was winter and she was wearing thicker clothes.

Even if it was like this, Gong Lihong's body could not help but stiffen, and her pretty face turned red with embarrassment.

Moji's claws pinched her tender chest. Because the coat was too thick, he couldn't feel any sensuality. He increased the scope and intensity, and this time there was a little texture, like a steamed bun.

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Gong Lihong fell on Moji's chest as if paralyzed, panting heavily, her mouth dry. It was the first time someone attacked her breasts, and it was so charming and heart-pounding. No wonder she had

So many boys and girls are obsessed with eating the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden.

Seeing that she seemed thirsty and wanted to drink water, Moji slowly moved his big mouth closer to the cute little cherry mouth. They could clearly smell each other's breathing. Gong Lihong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It was beating "bouncing, bouncing" at a speed of 360 miles per hour, violently hitting her tender chest. She felt as uncomfortable as a suffocation room, and it was difficult to say "oh oh". Moji, this little gangster, is a flower.

He is a veteran and has experienced countless big scenes. Isn't this kind of kissing Xiaox under his full control?

He came closer gently, slowly, feeling her body trembling, and kissed her suddenly, putting his thinly fluffy lips around her thick lower lip, and then gently released it.
Chapter completed!