The slender fingertips waved the goblet, and Fang Qingyuan smiled sweetly： "Rowan, have a drink?"

Rowan gave her a glance and seemed to smile.

Fang Qingyuan‘s heart tightened and kept his mouth smiling unchanged.

Finally, he picked up the goblet and touched her lightly.

"Jingle" a crisp sound, Fang Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, red lips sipping wine, eyes lingered on him.

As conceited as she is, there are 900 men who have lost at their feet over the years.

Rowan deserves a special case, but it also arouses Fang Qingyuan‘s ambition.

If she can win him, then she is also a complete success.

Thinking about it, his hand climbed up his chest and swam through the thin shirt cloth.

His face was expressionless, even unmoved.

Fang Qingyuan was a little worried, and the action of clearing up became urgent and bold.

There was a hot scene on this side, while on the other side, Lei Xuchen chatted with Xue Muzi in a low voice.

"Mr. Lei, am I, am I too boring?" Xue Muzi bit his lower lip and asked wryly.

Lei Xuchen sighed and patted her on the shoulder.

The girl took a deep breath and leaned over his arms.

As his eyes narrowed, he embraced her with good advice. "No, it‘s just that if you were like when you were dancing, you would be better than now."

Xue Muzi‘s personality is that extreme.

When dancing, she is a fire, quiet down, she is a pool of water.

Nodding vaguely, she looked back at his handsome chin and got up the courage to kiss.

Lei Xuchen stunned, looking down at the girl in her arms, slowly deepened the color of her eyes.

"Idiot, I‘ll teach you." His words fell, and the four lip flaps were tightly attached.

Xue Muzi stared big eyes in disbelief and completely forgot everything.

Struggling and breathing.

After a kiss that was not long, her face turned red.

Lei Xuchen let go of her and put her on her forehead with a low smile.

Her cheeks were boiling hot, her hand was raised and she grabbed his chest skirt and breathed heavily.

He withdrew his head slightly and asked her, "First kiss?"

Should, can‘t you?

I didn‘t expect the girl to nod timidly and immediately made up her mind to say, "I‘m sorry, Mr. Lei, I will do better next time. I will, I will practice well."

"Practice?" As soon as the lip angle was hooked, he raised his eyebrows and pressed her shoulder with his slender fingers. "Who do you want to practice with?"

This question froze Xue Muzi.

Looking at her silly appearance, Lei Xuchen was very happy. "Since you want to practice, then I will be reluctant to take time to practice with you."

Hearing this, Xue Muzi was pleasantly surprised, nodded and rubbed forward into his chest.

Hold Fang Qingyuan‘s hand in his shirt and Rowan looked at her.

She looked at him and tried to fill her eyes with tenderness and honey.

Suddenly he got up and took her to the outside of the private room.

"Hello! Rowan!" Lei Xuchen cried, but did not stop the two men who were rushing away.

Hotel room.

Rowan pushed Fang Qingyuan in and pressed her against the wall.

The thin lips stopped a few centimeters away from her lip. He looked at her red lips and thought to himself, not of this shape.

The mouth and lip that he often kisses should be more rhombus－shaped, ruddy and full, and a bite is like a fresh and tender Q－bomb jelly.

"Rowan." Fang Qingyuan raised her leg to hook his waist and said vaguely, "Kiss me..."

He looked down and his eyes fell on her neck.

Not enough, white.

Not enough, fine.

His favorite neck should be beautiful and white, like a swan.

Then, the collarbone was not beautiful enough, and the place was not suitable for him to master.

In short, everything is wrong.

"Rowan?"

I thought it was full of passion, but in the end, he did nothing and pushed her away.

Fang Qingyuan leaned against the wall with incredible writing on her face.

As he turned around and stepped forward, he rushed up and hugged him tightly around the waist.

With her face on his back, she pleaded in a low voice, "Rowan, please, will you want me?"

Rowan broke off her hand and shook it off relentlessly. "You go."

"What, what?"