She was terrified, scared, and nervous.
Almost subconsciously, Qiao An reached out and pulled Gu Zhiheng's clothes.
As soon as his fingertips touched the corner of his clothes, Gu Zhiheng had already leaned over, he put one hand around her waist, and the other hand pressed the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him.
The moment they looked at each other, Joan's eyes were full of panic.
She looked at Gu Zhiheng blankly, his eyes were so good-looking, his eyelashes were long and dense, and his eyes were deep and bottomless, revealing a gloom that she couldn't understand.
Joan's mouth was dry, and she moved her body uncomfortably.
Gu Zhiheng had already pressed it down, and he eagerly caught her delicate red lips, and took it into his mouth without a trace of discipline.
Joan was stupid, and when she reacted, she hurriedly pushed him with both hands, but he clasped her two hands together and didn't let her move.
The other hand went up and pinched it on her chest.
Qiao An exclaimed, her closed teeth opened like this, and Gu Zhiheng couldn't wait to break in and take the initiative to hook her little tongue entanglement.
Joan was so young that she didn't understand anything, her mind was blank, and she couldn't think of anything.
It wasn't until she was out of breath that Gu Zhiheng retreated, but his lips did not leave hers, but gently took her lips in his mouth, licking and biting slowly.
Qiao An's body softened, and she leaned softly into Gu Zhiheng's arms.
Her lips were moist and colorful, with a few teeth marks.
This made Gu Zhiheng's eyes dim, and he bit her lip.
"It hurts..."
Qiao An whined in protest, one hand kept beating on Gu Zhiheng's chest.
Gu Zhiheng held her hand, and saw that her eyes were moist, and her eyebrows were already charming, and he smiled lowly.
He put his arms around Qiao An and buried her head in his chest, Qiao An couldn't see his face, but she could feel Gu Zhiheng's chest vibrating.
He was laughing, laughing silently!
Qiao An was immediately annoyed and angry, and she couldn't push him away, she was so angry that she stepped on Gu Zhiheng's feet.
I thought he would let go of her, but he hugged her tighter.
His arms tightened and tightened, and suddenly, he bent down, took Joan in his arms, and walked towards the couch not far away.
"Don't, don't mess around."
JoAnn was frightened.
Gu Zhiheng hooked his lips and smiled, his indifference faded, and his face had a trace of warm warmth.
He put Qiao An on the sofa and asked her to sit down, and Gu Zhiheng took out a thin red rope from his pocket.
Joan saw that the red rope was wrapped around the cinnabar she had bought.
Gu Zhiheng gave her the rope, he obviously didn't say anything, but Qiao An guessed what he meant.
"I'll knit at will."
She looked at Gu Zhiheng nervously: "If it's not good-looking, you can't do it."
"Well, I'll go wash the dishes first."
Gu Zhiheng lowered his head and touched Qiao An's forehead with his forehead.
Seeing that her face was red again, he let go of her, stood up, and walked towards the table.
After Gu Zhiheng washed the dishes, Qiao An also braided the red rope, and the cinnabar was strung by her in the middle of the rope.
Gu Zhiheng walked to the edge of the sofa and sat next to Qiao An, he stretched out his left hand.
Joan immediately put the red rope on him and tied it again.
"Is there a lighter?
If you don't burn it, the rope will fall apart. ” "Yes."
Gu Zhiheng took out a lighter and gave it to her.
He lowered his eyes as Jo Ann held his arm, her attentive and serious appearance made him happy.