Chapter 1065 I Am Very Cold, so I Will Not Take the Initiative to Kiss You (31)

Now Feng Qian doesn't want to care about who is set up or not.

The girl kept a straight face, fiercely: "Don't move."

Di Zhao paused, tilted his head, and obediently did not move.

Feng Qian got up, carried the small debris on his face expressionlessly, and walked towards the pool.

Feng Qian threw people into the pool, which can be said to be very rude.

There was a crash.

Water splashes.

Di Zhao was thrown into the pool, and because he couldn't stand firmly, he choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

The depth of the pool is just waist high, not deep.

He groped and stood up, the brocade ribbon that tied his hair fell loose, and his black hair fell loose and submerged in the water.

The young man's white skin was pink with drops of water, and he looked a little helpless at the moment.

Feng Qian stood on the shore and squatted down. She bent down and stretched out her hand to test the water temperature.

The temperature of the pool water is freezing cold.

It also happens to be able to reduce the aphrodisiac effect a bit.

The fragments are so small, and at the age of ten or so, Feng Qian feels very comfortable when thinking of the scene just now, not to mention she was emotionally moved.

Almost like a beast.

Feng Qian propped his chin, sat on the shore, trying to reflect deeply on himself.

At this time, the sound of the system came.

[Ding Dong ~ Congratulations to the host for failing the hidden mission. 】

Feng Qian: "..."

So flat.

Di Zhao soaked in the cold water, at first he shivered, but then he couldn't feel the coolness.

It seemed that there was a mass of scorching fire burning and tearing in the internal organs.

He submerged his whole body in water, but it was useless.

His vision gradually blurred, the boy was floating on the water, and the white figure of the girl on the shore was in his vision.

He walked over unconsciously until he stopped in front of Feng Qian.

At this time, Feng Qian was still in a daze, and then his sleeve was grabbed by a cold hand with a hot temperature.

Feng Qian regained consciousness and looked at Di Zhao.

The boy looked bewildered, grabbed her wrist and pulled it down hard.

Feng Qian, who was completely defenseless, was pulled into the water by him.

The girl fell down in the pool, holding the bottom of the pool with one hand and struggling to get up.

The icy cold water soaked the clothes.

Feng Qian couldn't help coughing a few times.

Immediately afterwards, the boy in front of her rushed over and hugged her tightly like an octopus.

The body is close to each other, as if absorbing every inch of the girl's body.

Di Zhao frowned uncomfortably.

"So sad……"

He whispered, and the breath he exhaled was also hot.

At this moment, Di Zhao was like a source of heat, and when Feng Qian was hugged, the biting coolness just now dissipated.

Such a posture is too shameful.

The already thin clothes were soaked, and now they were pressed against the body, and the hug was too intimate.

The young man's eyes are blurred at this moment.

He didn't know anything about love affairs, only what those people told him when he was in Yunshang Pavilion.

When picking up customers, they say, be proactive.

You can take off the other person's clothes, or you can take the initiative to undress yourself.

Submissive, they say, but it's okay to initiate the kiss, because guests like that.

There are many, many more...

At the beginning, Di Zhao knew only a little about these words and didn't understand what they meant.

Now when the consciousness is confused, those words are the clearest.

While hugging the girl, his fingertips slowly dropped, grabbing the white sash that was submerged in the water.

With a slight tug, the belt loosened.

At this moment, Feng Qian's back was against the shore, and the young man who was hugging her lowered his head at this moment, unbuttoning her clothes intently and seriously.

Feng Qianqian was taken aback, and reached out to hold Di Zhao's hand.

The young man raised his eyes and met Shangfeng's shallow gaze.

The four eyes met, as if time stood still for a moment.

And the next second.

Di Zhao frowned, and he lay powerlessly on Feng Qian's body, with his fingertips raised to press his forehead.

It's that familiar feeling.

Maybe there will be more later.