Shen Wanqing''s chest fluctuates. This guy is crazy. What are you talking nonsense about!

    "I''m not talking nonsense." despite being pushed away by the girl, corester still approached her calmly.

    In the room, because of the approach of the youth, Shen Wanqing suddenly felt that the space seemed to become narrow all of a sudden.

    She was forced to lean against the wall, and the slender body under the Pope''s crown was close to her, but his expression was flat and light, and his shallow eyes were threatening but still pure.

    "Why don''t you hold me for the first time?"

    Shen Wanqing was forced to have no way back. She turned her head and clenched her teeth and said, "why should I hold you for the first time?"

    What do you have at the beginning?! Does this guy know what first hug is? He asked her why she didn''t first hug him!

    The steps under the Pope''s crown paused. He quietly lowered his eyelashes. The sun shone on the tip of his light golden hair. With his bow, the skin lined with sapphire jade in the center of his eyebrows reported good news.

    The tear mole at the end of his eyes was cold, and his shallow eyes were pure and clear. "Don''t you want me?"

    "What?"

    "You don''t want me."

    This time it was no longer a confused tone, but a cold and calm determination.

    “……”

    Shen Wanqing said, "want, want you?"

    "Well," he approached and bowed, "don''t you want me?"

    The girl pursed her lips and looked at him with Fei''s eyes.

    The Pope frowned under the crown, raised his cool snow-white fingertips, gently pinched the girl''s chin, broke her face and looked up at himself.

    The close contact made them lean to the utmost, and there was no other way out in the narrow space. His chin was gently pinched. Shen Wanqing could only passively look at the young man''s light eyes, which were so pure and clear.

    The Pope''s gaze slipped gently from the girl''s eyebrows, passed over the small and tall nose, and finally landed on the girl''s bright red lips.

    The snow-white long finger suddenly rubbed the girl''s lips. His tone was calm and cold, "do you want it?"

    The pure white robe was clean and holy. It raised its hand and brushed her neck. It was itchy, but the texture of the robe was very comfortable.

    She slightly opened her lip, "I..."

    Her lips gave the other party an opportunity. Originally, she touched the edge of the lip flap and rubbed her fingertips into her mouth.

    The Pope''s expression is very plain, but his fingertips are excessively rubbing the girl''s sharp little tiger teeth.

    Shen Wanqing was a little stunned. She opened her mouth slightly and looked at her in a daze. Her expression was indifferent, but she was rubbing her little tiger teeth under the Pope''s crown.

    She swallowed her saliva and subconsciously wanted to close her mouth, but the Pope coldly raised her long eyelashes and looked at her, which made Shen Wanqing suddenly not moved.

    Shen Wanqing didn''t know what corester wanted to do. She could only lean against the wall and blink at him.

    Her lips were a little dry. She couldn''t help sticking out the tip of her tongue and licking the lower lip flap, but she ignored that the fingertips under the Pope''s crown were still against her tiger teeth.

    The soft and moist tip of the tongue inadvertently flashed over the fingertips. The fragrance was soft and slippery, which made the Pope squint his shallow eyes, and the color of his eyes was deep.

    He approached slightly, with precious blue jade hanging in the middle of his eyebrows. When his snow-white long finger rubbed the tiger''s teeth, he asked indifferently.

    "Do you want to hold me for the first time?"

    Do you want me or not?

    Shen Wan swallowed his saliva, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold but holy Pope''s crown was really full of temptation. Moreover, the sweet smell of the other party haunted her, completely torturing her reason.