How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 313 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my eyebrows, but my heart (71)

   Wen Xien looked at him without speaking, but Fan Xian could clearly see the indifference and boredom in her eyes.

His heart seemed to be pinched tightly, Fan Xian's face was pale, he was never a good person, but he always felt that what belonged to him was his after all, and he would not want what did not belong to him. He also has his own arrogance.

   But Wen Xien is different, he doesn't know if he likes it or not, anyway, he wants to get her, he wants to possess her.

  If Wen Xien doesn't agree, he doesn't mind using some extraordinary means.

   After all, this time is different from the past. At this time, as long as he wants, who can protect her?

"You don't even want to talk to me now? Are you afraid that I will stalk you? Or are you afraid that I will do things that I shouldn't do, do you still think you are still the old master Liang? You know that once the Liang family collapses, you will What will happen, you will become the pet of high-level people, and you will be played alive in bed by them."

   "I have nothing to do with you, no matter what, get out."

   Wen Xien couldn't stand the humiliation of his yin and yang strangeness and tone of voice, so he finally revealed his true nature and did not hold back his temper.

Fan Xian chuckled lightly, his face was white and his lips were red, with a mocking smile in his eyes, and when he met Wen Xien's slightly angry eyes, every word seemed to be poisoned: "I, I can do whatever I want with you, you understand. ?"

Wen Xien has a big temper, although he has been a little restrained recently, but his nature is hard to change, and he is a little angry, and he pushes Fan Xian's shoulder neither lightly nor heavy, "You are a jerk! You dare to touch me, I'm **** Fight with you!"

   Fan Xian's figure stopped. He suddenly clamped Wen Xien's hand and twisted it hard. Wen Xien was defenseless, and his arm was twisted behind his back all of a sudden.

   Wen Xien called out briefly, and Fan Xian pressed his head against his back against the wall.

"let go……"

   Fan Xian bent down, traced Wen Xien's cheeks with his fingers, and slid along the lines of his jaw and neck all the way to the collarbone, hooked his fingertips, and lifted the first button on her collar.

Bullying Wen Xien's ear, he said coldly, "Why are you still not good at being good? Do you like that person so much? Fuck, everyone treats you like that, and you still lick your face and let others live in your house, Aren't you a **** bitch!"

After    finished speaking, Fan Xian squeezed Wen Xien's wrist as if venting his anger.

   Wen Xien felt that his wrist was either blue or purple.

   "I **** like you so much. After I like you for so many years, can't you just look at me? You want to lick that face to look at others, right?"

   He said that he made himself angry, and his strength became stronger and stronger, and he ripped off one of the buttons on the collar.

   Fan Xian felt that Wen Xien was a jerk. He thought that this person would not be thinking about that person when his head was clear, but he didn't expect to bring him home as soon as his father died.

  Damn it, he couldn't figure it out, Wen Xien could turn a blind eye to people who were kind to her, and those who were cold-faced towards her would just like to get the **** up.

  In that case, why should he be nice to her, then why should he be polite to her.

With her skin exposed to the cold air, Wen Xien froze abruptly and shrank forward. Her expression did not change, but her eyes were filled with disgust. She stared at Fan Xian coldly, without emotion, like an ice lake. Only the thin lips pursed tightly in disgust.

  Wen Xien is also not afraid of death, and she has made this situation. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fan Xian is a little abnormal, but she still wants to pluck the hair on the tiger's head.

   "Who cares about your liking? How much is your liking worth? It's none of your business who I am willing to lick. No one is disgusting to you, right? You have always come together to find something, okay."

   Fan Xian laughed in anger. Although he was very noisy since he was a child, it is undeniable that he is very good, because he has a higher self-esteem and good face than ordinary people.

   Now that he is rare and careful, he likes to be treated like garbage by others, how could he not be annoyed, how could he be unwilling!

   "You have a seed, say it again."

   Fan Xian's voice came from her ears, they were very close, his breath sprayed on her ears when he spoke, and the warm feeling instantly wrapped the whole ear tip.

   His voice was light, but his breathing gradually became heavy, revealing his uneasy state of mind.

  Wen Xien: ...Sorry, I don't have any seeds.

  Wen Xien quietly shrank inside, pursing her pale lips tightly, not knowing whether to push over or what to do.

   If he passes, Wen Xien is not sure whether he can see the sun tomorrow, but if he does not pass, it may collapse.

   In the few seconds that Wen Xien hesitated, Fan Xian slowly got closer.

   "Don't dare to speak?" Fan Xian raised his eyebrows sloppily, "Aren't you very capable? Why don't you speak."

   Wen Xien felt that the world was spinning before he regained his senses. Fan Xian turned her over, and the two were face to face.

   This pose is really weird and dangerous.

  Wen Xien struggled hard twice, but it was useless at all. He was pushed hard, so he could only stare at Fan Xian with emotionless eyes.

Fan Xian was still smiling, but was stinged by her ruthless and indifferent gaze, he lowered his head and said bitterly in a voice that only two people could hear: "As long as you drive that person out, I will reluctantly let it go. You, otherwise..."

Snapped--

   This slap was particularly loud, but Fan Xian's face didn't even twist. When Wen Xien wanted to slap again, Fan Xian pressed her wrist against the wall,

  The hot breath spread out almost wildly, and there was a touch of men's perfume on the body, which smelled very high-end.

  Wen Xien smiled, with evil eyes on his brows, as if he was the young master of the Liang family who was not afraid of heaven and earth.

"Fan Xian, you are so **** disgusting. You always say that I'm cheap. Compared to you, I'm afraid it's only a drop in the bucket. You've said that I don't like you, I don't like you! What the **** are you always pestering me for? Don't you want a face!"

   "You **** shameless, I want a face!"

  Wen Xien looked at Fan Xian with disgust, with a snow-white face and contempt. He didn't give any face when he spoke.

This must be excessive. Wen Xien certainly knows that. Her original intention was to anger Fan Xian, and then Fan Xian, who values ​​face very much, will definitely beat her in anger, and he will definitely not let go of his self-esteem and take the initiative in the end. Came to find Wen Xien.

  Wen Xien caught the point of his love for face, so he said these words.

   But many things will be unexpected. At this time, no one can control it.

   (end of this chapter)