Chapter 1482: Sister Hang’s Gift One

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She didn't speak, just nodded.

"Do you feel any discomfort?"

Wang Jiaohua shook her head.

She lowered her head slightly, biting her lower lip lightly.

In fact, she felt that there was a fire in her body, and there was a feeling of emptiness and wanting to go crazy.

She is not an emotional idiot like Ling Weifeng, she knows what this feeling is.

It was too shameful for her to dare to face Fang Zhiming.

What's going on, I didn't feel this way before, maybe she changed color.

Want to fall when you see a male god?

Fang Jiming stretched out his hand and straightened the scarf for her.

When her hand touched her face, Wang Jiaohua's delicate body trembled slightly, and she almost groaned.

She was so frightened that her body stiffened, for fear of being seen out.

Fang Zhiming, who had been paying attention to her all the time, naturally saw her unnaturalness.

Frowning, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Wang Jiaohua shook her head, not daring to open her mouth for fear of making a shameful sound.

Clenched fists tightly.

Unable to bear the feeling of electric shock, she dug her fingernails directly into her palm.

The slight pain and the icy night wind finally made her wake up a bit.

"Not uncomfortable? Then shall we go back now?"

It's cold in spring, and the temperature at night is still relatively low.

He couldn't bear to take her to blow the cold wind like this.

Wang Jiaohua still didn't speak, she was still feeling very uncomfortable.

His throat seemed to be hoarse.

When the car drove to the apartment building, Fang Jiming got out of the car first, then went around to her side and helped her unbuckle her seat belt.

He reached out to protect the roof of the car, for fear that she would hit his head.

It was dark outside, and he couldn't see her hands.

Sending her upstairs, Wang Jiaohua didn't want him to go in very much.

She doesn't even know what's going on with her now, what if she couldn't hold back when he went in and threw him down.

How embarrassing, it made her look horny.

She stood at the door without speaking, hoping that Fang Jiming would offer to go back.

After all, he is a very gentleman and well-bred person, and he usually doesn't spend the night with her.

The only time was the night when Bu Zhiyao came back, she was drunk.

He guarded her all night here.

If it was the past, Fang Jiming would definitely have gone back.

After all, he respects her and will not go beyond that.

But not tonight, she was drunk, and he was worried that she would be alone.

So he put his hands in his pockets and said slowly, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Huh?" Wang Jiaohua was a little stunned.

"I'm thirsty."

"Ah? Oh." Wang Jiaohua said, and then opened the door with some hesitation.

After changing her shoes, she didn't dare to stay at all, and went straight to the kitchen.

"Sit down first, I'll get you some water."

Opening the refrigerator door and stuffing her head in, the cold feeling finally cleared her mind.

After blowing on the refrigerator for a while, Wang Jiaohua came out with two glasses of water.

One cup is hot water, for Fang Zhiming.

She brought a glass of ice water herself.

Cool down.

She sat very stiffly, a little fidgeting.

Fang Jiming glanced at the glass he took over. There was some red on the transparent glass.

He frowned, took a closer look, and his face changed slightly.

He grabbed her hand, "what's going on."

There were three deep nail marks on her palm, and the blood on them was still wet.

Almost like getting an electric shock, Wang Jiaohua quickly withdrew her hand.

He grabbed her hand, and her impulsiveness became more obvious.

Seeing that her body was tense and her face flushed abnormally, he probably guessed why.

I was angry and helpless again.