Nalan Xiner's legs were weakened by the sudden wall bang, and her sanity was lost for a moment.

She has never kissed anyone, and she doesn't know what the feeling of Bidong should be like.

But the uncle’s wall dong, there is a touch of gentleness in the domineering, a touch of strength in the gentleness, and a touch of indulgence in the strength!

Involuntarily, she followed his rhythm, tilted her chin slightly, accepting his coverage.

There was even a vague feeling of him rubbing against her lower abdomen somewhere!

That's Uncle's...

Across the thin fabric of the school uniform and the heat flow from the lower abdomen, the indisputable facts prove that the uncle is not a little Ding Ding at all?

And it's hot! Hot!

rub! Thinking of the cold and hard night in France, Nalan Xin'er was stunned. Could it be that the uncle's thing would be hot and cold? Otherwise, how to explain the cold night?

In the next second, she suddenly woke up!

What else does she want to do? Why did she lean against the wall so obediently and be slammed by him!

Damn, don't do it! Sister wants to resist!

As soon as her calves tightened and her knees closed, she was ready to kick him!

Unexpectedly, the body seemed to be out of control, maintaining the knee-bending motion, and couldn't kick it out!

It seemed that someone had chanted a body spell for her!

Nalan Xin'er's eyes widened in surprise, and she was seeing the smirk in the eyes of a certain man close to her.

Ya ya! What tricks did the uncle use? Did you point her acupuncture point?

With a flash of inspiration, she remembered that she also has gold fingers!

"Big Ben, Big Ben, come and save me! Take me into your space!" Nalan Xin'er shouted with divine consciousness in her mind.

Obedient little golden finger, don't use it at this time, when will you wait?

But never expected, the next second--

Big Ben’s sour voice came: "It’s not a dangerous situation involving life and death, nor is it time for you to learn knowledge... So, Ben Bell doesn’t need to let you in."

Damn it! Is this really her golden finger?

Are you sure it's not here to hold back?

Faced with the disobedient Big Ben, Nalan Xiner was helpless.

On the other hand, a certain man's lips seem to have a taste of the marrow and become more and more addicted, constantly grabbing the sweet taste in the cavity. What was dying was that one of his hands had already lifted the skirt of her school uniform...

"What are you doing! Let go of her!" a loud shout came.

The familiar voice immediately made Nalan Xin'er infinitely excited-the devil, you came too in time!

Dongfang Yunhe remained unmoved, still gnawing a few bites, slowly letting go, tidying up her skirt, and turning back slowly: "We are practicing dancing. Teacher Xingfu is necessary. Is it such a fuss?"

"Xin'er, you said, is this guy bullying you? The teacher is up to you!" Xing Fu went to the night shift and saw that the light in the fitness room was still on. He thought someone had forgotten to turn off the light, but unexpectedly ran into this scene.

Dongfang Yunhe's look full of food, Nalan Xin'er's blush little face, it is hard not to let people think of what happened just now.

But when Xing Fu asked, Nalan Xiner hesitated...

bully?

It seems not so serious.

The result of Teacher Xing Fu's decision to her... Could it be that no one taught her etiquette?

Difficult choice-choose to learn etiquette to deal with the coming-of-age ceremony? Or do you want to get rid of the uncle?

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