Changed Into O In Front Of My Rival [On-Hold]

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Chapter Eight

Looking at the words "Deep Kiss" on the paper, Jiang Zhihuo propped himself up. He didn't know whether it was from being too nervous or from the sequelae of a fever. His elbows lost strength and softened a bit, and he sank into the sofa again.

No matter how good the mentality is, I can't do it!

The other party is not a pretty girl! !

"I'll do it." Yan Mu stood up, sat next to Jiang Zhihuo, and squeezed his wrist.

This person has sharp eyebrows and eyes, and always speaks and does things with a sense of indifference.

"Okay." Jiang Zhihuo pretended to be calm, and tried his best to raise his head to meet Yan Mu's eyes, "I'll give you a break."

"Yeah." Yan Mu put one hand on Jiang Zhihuo's back of the neck, and slowly lowered his head.

The breath is getting closer.

Jiang Zhihuo only felt his heart beating extremely fast, and his breathing was tangled.

This is so fucking dear! ! !

When his lips were about to touch, Jiang Zhihuo swept across the red mark on Yan Mu's hand, and as if finding an excuse, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "You, you, what's wrong with your hand?"

"I touched it yesterday." Yan Mu said.

"It wasn't there when I went to the hospital?" Jiang Zhihuo asked again.

Yan Mu frowned, obviously not wanting to answer, Jiang Zhihuo curled his lips: "Oh, don't ask, you can continue."

He wanted to grit his teeth and stomp his feet to get through it quickly, and finally built up his mind, but when he felt the approaching breath again, his mentality collapsed again.

Jiang Zhihuo pushed Yan Mu away: "Wait a minute, I'm thirsty, drink some water." He frantically took the water on the table to drink, turned his head and heard Yan Mu's impatient "tsk", Jiang Zhihuo put the water bottle Pushing it into his hand, he said angrily, "Your lips are dry too, what's the matter, you drink some too, how comfortable is it to kiss like this?"

After drinking the bottle of Jiang Zhihuo, Yan Mu put it on the coffee table, picked up his own, and raised his head to drink.

"Okay?" Yan Mu tightened the bottle cap.

"Okay." Jiang Zhihuo took the initiative to nest in the corner of the sofa, "You, from now on, you still need to moisturize your lips before kissing a girl. No one likes to kiss their lips with peeling skin. It's hard to think about it, isn't it?"

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the third time.

Yan Mu lowered his head for the third time, and Jiang Zhihuo pushed him away for the third time.

Yan Mu: "..."

Jiang Zhihuo lay there paralyzed in despair, and said, "Otherwise, you'd better cover me with a cloth, and I'll use my imagination to treat you like a girl."

Yan Mu: "..."

"Be quiet."

Yan Mu's voice was cold, and Jiang Zhihuo wasn't the only one who needed to build up his mind. He was interrupted again and again, and no one would be impatient. His eyes, lowered his head, no matter what he thought, he covered his lips.

Jiang Zhihuo: "!"

Yan Mu's palm was very hot, blocking the light in front of his eyes, Jiang Zhihuo resigned to his fate and closed his eyes.