Chapter 8 Crossing the Line

Jiang Lin was still holding the phone, but his expression on his face became gloomy and visible to the naked eye.

Fang Ruoyu didn't care what his attitude was, pulled out his phone from his hand and walked straight to the door.

Wang Su's voice came out again: Ruoyu?

Bring me a cup of millet porridge. I'll go directly to the playground now. I'll see Fang Ruoyu has returned to her usual plain and soft tone.

Wang Su, opposite, felt relieved when she heard her voice, and his tone became relaxed. He also reminded her not to forget the time and bring the essential items.

Fang Ruoyu nodded a few times and quickly hung up the phone

Very gentle! Jiang Lin sneered, lazy, his usual ridicule

Fang Ruoyu paused and turned to look at Jiang Lin, who was still sitting by the bed. The beautiful sunlight was projecting from the window behind him, gathering and dispersing on his back. The light scattered behind his clear body, which made people unable to see the expression on his face.

I left, as she did at the end of each time, her tone was calm, and she said goodbye to him

Jiang Lin suddenly stood up, took a few steps to come to her, and grabbed her chin directly: Fang Ruoyu, take care of your follower

His eyes were as dark as his eyes looked deep in her eyes, and his voice was fierce: Don't let him cross the line

Fang Ruoyu's chin was pinched so hard that it hurt. She wanted to speak but could only make a unglamorous sound.

She held his wrist with both hands and tried to pull his arm off her chin, but because she didn't have enough strength, she broke free so she simply gave up wasting her energy and put it on his hand.

The eyes that always looked at him bent down

Jiang Lin seemed to see something from her expression, her naked chest began to rise and fall violently with her breathing. The next second, the pressure on her chin suddenly disappeared, she directly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

Um... Fang Ruoyu's conditioned reflex released his hands on his wrist and pushed him on his chest

Jiang Lin eagerly took her lips and sucked them, pried open her lips with the tip of his tongue, and couldn't wait to penetrate her lips and tongue. It was originally the smell of peach in her mouth that transitioned to each other's mouth as the two breathed, which was the smell of toothpaste she placed here.

Fang Ruoyu was so blocked that she couldn't speak, but was pushed directly to the door by him. The hand against him pressed him against him and pressed him against his chest. The heat of his body was passed through her thin shirt, and there was a bit of ironing.

Jiang Lin held her hand, pulled it down and placed it on his waist. Now, there was no gap between the two people's bodies, and the kiss was deepened again.

Fang Ruoyu grabbed the flesh on his waist and pinched it tightly. He ignored it, and she changed it to twist it. No need to see, tomorrow it will be blood red again.

Jiang Lin seemed not to bother him. He was unmoved and still focused on sucking and kissing her lips. Until Fang Ruoyu held his waist, his body softened, and the strength on his fingers became nothingness, and he patted his waist one after another.

The two of them had already become familiar with each other. When he let her go, he saw with satisfaction that Fang Ruoyu's face was no longer as pale as before, with a pink color. His lips became fuller because of his kiss, red and moist.

He couldn't help but kissed him again

Fang Ruoyu pushed him away, and his rapid breathing could not hide the confusion in his eyes.

Jiang Lin seemed to be pleased, and the expression on her face finally relaxed. She stroked her thumb on her lips and gently stroked it on it.

It's great now, it's too pale just now

Fang Ruoyu stopped fighting with him, grabbed his hair and combed his messed hair again, then lifted up the bag that fell to the ground, and his voice was as calm as water:

Jiang Lin, you should take care of yourself, don't cross the line