287 Chapter 286 of “Quick Wear: A Delicate Flower Is Hard to Grow (H)”

A girl with low self-esteem x a top academic male god (14) [Micro h]

Yuan Jing raised his eyebrows and tugged on Yuan Shijia’s school uniform jacket: “If you don’t do bad things to me, who else do you want to do to me?”

Yuan Shijia raised the corners of her mouth and pursed her lips: “Just for you.”

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“Click.” The key turned and the security door made a crisp sound, and two figures walked in from the door.

Yuan Jing took out a pair of women’s slippers from the shoe cabinet, placed them at Yuan Shijia’s feet, and took the lead in taking the shoes into the house.His eyes swept around the room, and the uneasiness in his heart temporarily subsided.

Yuan Shijia was a little surprised by his reaction, but this was her first time at his house, so she was more curious about the room.

The whole house is in Nordic style, simple and refreshing. The house is very clean, and people can be vaguely seen on the white floor tiles.

“Want a drink or juice?” Yuan Jing put down his schoolbag and asked.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yuan Shijia sat on the corner of the sofa with some restraint and said, “Just water.”

After getting the water, Yuan Jing took off his school uniform, revealing the white T-shirt underneath.The clothes were loose and covered his whole body, revealing his fair skin, which made him have a slender waist. His lips were red and his teeth were white. He looked more like a pretty boy when he didn’t speak.

Yuan Shijia looked at him for a few seconds and then gave up. He raised his hand to his waist and put it against his face: “I feel like you look better than me when I look at him like this.”

He looked down at her and laughed in a low voice, touched her arm with his hand, and held her head: “You are prettier than me.”

Even if there is no nutrition, two people who like each other can continue to talk about this topic.

After waiting for a while, Yuan Jing tugged Yuan Shijia’s hand and looked down at her, feeling helpless: “If you keep hugging her like this, you won’t be able to do anything for a while.”

Yuan Shijia was stunned for a moment, confusion flashed across his bright black eyes, and he paused, as if recalling what he had just said, and pursed his lips.

She stretched out her hand and punched him, then put her hand around his waist, threw herself on him hard, and turned her body.

Yuan Jing was thrown onto the sofa before he could react. She was pressing on top of him, her hands still tugging on his clothes. Her hair was messy and hanging beside her ears, and her eyelashes were flickering.

He grabbed her neck, pressed her down before Yuan Shijia raised her head, and held her lips in a hot, wet kiss.

The kiss between the two of them was unfamiliar, with a sense of recklessness, and their teeth hurt each other a bit as they bumped against each other.

But, no one let go, they just wanted to kiss her.

Yuan Shijia’s hands moved from Yuan Jing’s chest to the sofa, supporting his body. In the end, his hands and feet became weak and he could no longer hold on. His eyes were blurry, as if he was drunk after drinking some wine.

Yuan Jing also pulled off her school uniform jacket, and the close-fitting short sleeves showed off the ups and downs of her figure vividly.

She unconsciously wanted to push out her chest and tighten her abdomen, and nervously held her breath.

A little annoyed, she still has some flesh on her belly, and her breasts are not very big…

Yuan Jing put his hands on her waist, feeling her tension, licking and biting her lips, and then entangled them again. The golden and reddish warm sun shone in the corner of the living room, making her feel more ambiguous and warm.