How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 292 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my eyebrows, but my heart (50)

   was sent in by ghosts and gods.

   He knew that he was serving this guest today, so he boldly entered without authorization.

   And he was nervous at first, but to his great surprise, Wen Xien didn't push him away.

   Fan Xian saw that the boy kneeling on the ground dared to look at Wen Xien with those disgusting eyes, his brows and eyes were extremely gloomy.

  The boy seemed to have guessed his fate. He hurriedly knelt down to Wen Xien's feet, pulled Wen Xiyun's sleeves and said nothing, but his almond eyes began to shed tears.

   The way the beauty is crying is really pitiful.

   Wen Xien looked at those eyes and couldn't refuse. She couldn't wait to touch his hair and said to Fan Xian who disagreed, "You scared him, Fan Xian."

  Fan Xian realized then, isn't this person the surprise he gave Wen Xien?

   Didn't he just want Wen Xien to know that there is no one who can't be replaced?

   Didn't he just want Wen Xien to know that he had to be that actor?

  Why are you so excited when you see such a scene? For a moment, your brain is blank, and then there is a shattering blow.

  Fan Xian clenched his fists, barely calmed down until his nails pierced into the flesh, his lips trembling and lost all blood.

  Wen Xien noticed that his expression was wrong, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Do you mean to prepare a surprise for me?"

surprise?

   The boy under you is a surprise.

   He seemed to be strangled by someone's throat and couldn't utter a word, but when he saw the ring on Wen Xien's ring finger, he calmed down instantly.

   Fan Xian lowered his eyelashes and said slowly, "This person is a surprise, how is it? Do you like it?"

  's smiling voice revealed a strange tenderness, but Wen Xien only then realized that there was no warmth in that smile.

  Wen Xien subconsciously glanced at the young man passing by his feet, the young man's almond eyes were covered with layers of water mist, with a touch of red at the end of his eyes, and red lips.

   Fan Xian was waiting for Wen Xien to refuse, which was what he thought, but he was not sure now.

   That's pretty good, doesn't it mean that Wen Xien has to be that actor?

   Fan Xian went out and closed the door in order to give them a better space to get along.

  The outside of the teahouse is just outside the building. The cold wind blows on the face like a knife. The poplar branches by the roadside dance wildly in the wind, and the dry branches make a clicking sound from time to time.

   Fan Xian was wearing only a black sweater. He was thin and tall, and he was very eye-catching from the outside.

   He lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke, his eyes were pinned down somewhere, and he woke up only when the fire burned to his fingers.

   Throwing away the cigarette butts, Fan Xian was still guarding the door, but the soundproofing effect of this teahouse was so powerful that he couldn't hear it, and there was half a minute of movement inside.

   Fan Xian thought of the scene he saw when he opened the door after going to the toilet, and his whole body seemed to be hot.

   Even if he was molested, that person still didn't panic, his thick eyes with bright colors were raised up, his lips were pursed, and he looked at the person kneeling at her feet from top to bottom.

   Her expression is ruthless and amorous, but she reveals a faint charm, abstinence and eroticism.

   His hands hanging down on both sides of his body tightly clenched the blue veins on the back of his hands, and they floated up one by one. He took a deep breath for a while before he just suppressed the irritability.

   To what extent they have achieved it now, they may have hugged each other, or they may have kissed each other, maybe already...

   Fan Xian's breathing became heavier and heavier, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were like reefs soaked in the cold seawater.

  Really, how can Wen Xien be so casual, is it because that person's eyes are a bit like an actor?

   Then wouldn't this make Wen Xien fall deeper and deeper, wouldn't this hurt Wen Xien!

  Why is he so confused!

   Fan Xian persuaded himself, and couldn't wait to push the door in, but he was stunned by the scene inside.

   The ambiguous image in his mind was different. Wen Xien and the teenager were separated by a safe distance, and the teenager was making tea for her, and Wen Xien looked there with his head propped up.

  Fan Xian broke in suddenly, causing Wen Xien to raise his eyebrows and raise his teacup, "Drinking tea together?"

   has been holding his fingers and slowly released them. Fan Xian sat next to Wen Xien. He pretended to take a sip of tea, then frowned and said, "His is not very good, why don't you change professionals."

   Wen Xien thinks this tea is delicious, and the young man in front of him brews tea is also pleasing to the eye, but if Fan Xian doesn't like it, then change it.

   When the young man left, he looked at Wen Xien reluctantly several times, and her soul was hooked by her.

   When Fan Xian got up, he seemed to inadvertently spilled the tea from the teacup, which happened to hit Wen Xien's hand on his lap.

   "Ah, sorry, let me clean it up for you."

   After he finished speaking, he directly grabbed Wen Xien's wrist, picked up the clean wet towel next to him, and wiped it hard.

   Fan Xian lowered his head and approached Wen Xien's cheek, exhaling the hot breath like a savage and greedy beast, sticking to the white greasy skin like maggots of tarsal bones.

   He rubbed Wen Xien's hand red and it was rubbed, and he was still rubbing it there.

   Wen Xien couldn't help drawing his hand, "It hurts..."

   When she whispered, she always had a sweetness, and it sounded soft as if she was easy to bully.

   "I'm sorry, I just wanted to clean you up, I know you like to be clean...but I didn't want to wipe you off."

He said intermittently, he couldn't help lowering his head and rubbing Wen Xien's smooth profile face, like a poisonous snake licking a letter, coldly wanting to eat the prey, but also because he was afraid of something, he did not dare to leave any traces, even He didn't even dare to touch his teeth, so he could only blaspheme over and over with his soft lips unwillingly, and it was inadvertently, so quickly that people couldn't detect it, but it left a moist water light on his jade-like skin.

  Wen Xien lowered his eyes expressionlessly, as if he wanted to tilt his head to avoid it, but the force of the restraint on his body almost tightened his bones, like maggots.

   This feeling is very strange, Wen Xien couldn't help but push his shoulder, "Don't do this, it's very strange."

   The man couldn't help laughing, staring at her slender and thick eyelashes with fascination, and whispered in her ear like a coquettish coquettish.

   "What's weird, we kissed when we were kids, do you want to warm up?"

   As he spoke, he approached, as if he really wanted to kiss him.

   Wen Xien pushed his face away, thinking he was joking. After all, Fan Xian would always say these nonsense words, so Wen Xien didn't think anything was wrong.

   "It's said that I was a child, and now I want to kiss, so I'm not ashamed."

   (end of this chapter)