PFC Chapter 218 Asking Her to Kiss Him
Chapter 218 Asking Her to Kiss Him
"No?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.
Huo Yan bit her lip and remained silent. Only after being forced into a state of extinction by his gaze did she have to nod.
"Can you imitate me? Just follow what I do, okay?" Zhuang Zhou said.
Huo Yan's eyes looked a little dull at this moment. Why did she follow him?
He is so fierce...
Zhuang Zhoucheng saw that she was really silly and cute, so he bit her lips and looked at her:
"Silly, Baoer, Yanyan..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng couldn't help but pinch her face and kneaded it twice like kneading dough.
Looking at her, his eyes were filled with undisguised love, without a trace of his usual indifference.
Huo Yan suddenly raised her face and held his face. When Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes showed obvious surprise, she actually put her mouth close to him and gently bit his lips, then quickly let go.
Then, he looked at him carefully.
"That's right, isn't it?"
She asked in a low voice, her voice sounding like it had been soaked in sugar water, greasy and sweet.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's steel-cold heart softened instantly, becoming warm and soft, and extremely sticky.
Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly laughed out loud, his deep voice shaking his thick and strong chest, echoing muffledly in the study.
Huo Yan was so annoyed by Zhuang Zhoucheng's laughter that he felt very nervous. What did he mean?
I was a little annoyed, but I didn't dare show it.
"Hinder...you, how can you laugh at me? You said I would do as you said."
Huo Yan's face turned purple.
"Okay, stop laughing, huh? You silly guy."
Zhuang Zhoucheng was in a good mood and laughed out loud. I have never seen him laugh so heartily.
Huo Yan frowned slightly, then looked at him expressionlessly.
It was obvious that the girl was not happy.
Zhuang Zhoucheng held her face and kissed her, rubbing his nose back and forth on her tender face, full of love and intimacy.
"Responding to me will make me happier, remember?" Zhuang Zhou said.
Huo Yan still kept her eyes open to look at him, but before she could react, he pressed on her again.
"Do you want more?"
Huo Yan spoke hastily, but the tail end of the tone was blocked by him.
Zhuang Zhoucheng held the back of her head, pressed her lips, and their lips and tongues entangled.
There was so little space in there that she had no way to hide. No matter how she tried to dodge, he was still sticking to her.
Zhuang Zhoucheng let her go and said:
"Come, try?"
"Ah?" Huo Yan was stunned and looked at him with a red face.
"Can you..."
"No!" Zhuang Zhoucheng interrupted immediately.
"Zhuang Zhoucheng..."
Crying, looking at him: "I can't."
"Then try a few more times." Zhuang Zhoucheng said.
This relationship now, right? This is just natural and right!
Which couple doesn’t feel affectionate?
If a man and a woman are not interested in each other's bodies, can they still be lovers?
When men and women interact, this is inevitable.
Huo Yan looked at him in confusion, his face full of worry.
If he says something, he will definitely do it. Don't try to hide it.
"For a moment, okay? Because I think that's a bit disgusting."
Huo Yan's eyebrows were shaking like tadpole tails. He knew he couldn't hide, but he still wanted to bargain.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned dark at that moment.
nausea?
"Ok?"
He snorted coldly, looking at her with a critical look.
Huo Yan cried, "Can you please stop being like this? Why do you always like to make things difficult for others?"
Despite being hesitant, she had to do as he asked. She put her arms around his neck, pressed her lips against his, and tried to push against him with the tip of her tongue.
He didn't even let her in, how could she come?
"Hinder..." Huo Yan hummed sullenly.
Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his head slightly, touched her lips directly, and said slightly sideways:
"Don't you know how to think of a solution?"
"No."
Huo Yan refused to "think" of a solution.
Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately opened his mouth and kissed her lips, and Huo Yan quickly moved her lips into his.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's whole body trembled, and he immediately tensed his strong body.
Huo Yan also felt something strange because he suddenly hugged her tighter.
The next moment, Zhuang Zhoucheng counterattacked and let her go after a fierce struggle.
Then he lifted her up from the chair. Huo Yan slid down and stood up, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, looking up at him.
Zhuang Zhoucheng pushed the chair closer to the table, sat down, then pulled Huo Yan towards him and held her in his arms.
"Sit still."
Zhuang Zhoucheng patted her hot face to stop her from moving.
Huo Yan buried his head and said nothing, his ears almost burning.
"Um, could you please not be like this..." Huo Yan frowned and spoke in a low voice.
Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled without saying anything, clicked on the picture with his mouse, and whispered:
"I can't go over and choose in person, so I can only take a look at the styles and colors firsthand. Let's take a look first and see if there's anything you like. If so, we'll decide on it. If not, we'll pick out some time another day and go pick it out ourselves, okay?"
Basically, that other day is impossible.
Zhuang Zhoucheng couldn't spare the time, so he sent people to purchase.
"Don't you have a nice sofa at home?"
Huo Yan didn't want to watch anymore. Sitting on him made her feel uncomfortable in every way. Her body started to heat up and she felt uncomfortable.
"Won't the color tone be dull?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her.
He can do anything, as long as he accommodates her.
Women always have their own preferences, and he doesn't mind following hers.
"It's not dull at all. Your house is modern and minimalist. The sofa is in perfect harmony with the color scheme of the room. Although it's not lively, it's bright and dignified."
Huo Yan said seriously, looked at him, and immediately looked away.
Because of the ambiguity just now, I didn't dare to look into his eyes.
The design here should also be from a famous artist. A design with almost no blind spots cannot be designed by a new designer, and it is certainly not from the uniform and rigid style like model commercial housing.
"Hmm?" Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows at her and asked:
"This house needs to be replaced. It's up to you how you want to do it."
Huo Yan thought for a moment and said seriously:
"Actually, if you want to change the sofa, you might as well change the curtains."
When Huo Yan said this, she turned her head to look at his expression to see if he was angry because of what she said.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's expression remained unchanged, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he asked:
"How to say?"
Huo Yan pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and suddenly changed the subject and asked:
"I told you not to get angry. I'm only a half-professional, so my words don't count. After all, this place is designed by a designer. Designers have their own design concepts. I'm just expressing my own opinion."
Zhuang Zhoucheng stretched out a smile on his lips. It was quite good. It was indeed the work of a famous designer.
He looked at her and motioned for her to continue.
Huo Yan moistened her lips with the tip of her pink tongue and said:
"Your curtains are so gorgeous! They could be hung in a castle! They're incredibly beautiful."