The Male God Taught Me How to Raid Him

Chapter 18 : The Three Minutes

The atmosphere was suddenly strangely silent, and the surroundings were dark and quiet. Jiang Putao couldn't bear it, and raised her hand to hook Fengyu's neck.

    However, Feng Yu's hand was still pinching Jiang Putao's neck, and there was a distance between them, so Jiang Putao couldn't reach Feng Yu.

    He was a little puzzled and a little aggrieved.

    Feng Yu is afraid of the dark, and he is also afraid of the dark, why did he ask to meet in this dark place?

    Jiang Putao raised her head, her slender neck was under Feng Yu's control, he didn't think it was a big deal.

    He couldn't hug Feng Yu's neck, so he had no choice but to grab Feng Yu's clothes and asked seriously, "Feng Yu,     do you want to

    hug me?"

It was also Feng Yu.

    Jiang Putuo was so nervous that he finally understood that his nervousness did not originate from his classmates at all, as long as he was with Feng Yu, he couldn't control his nervousness.

    Feng Yu rubbed his fingertips against the greasy white skin on the side of Jiang Putao's neck, let go of his hand and took a step back, bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground and handed it to him.

    In the darkness, Jiang Putuo couldn't see Feng Yu's face, but could only hear Feng Yu's voice.

    "Jiang Putao, what's going on in your head?" Feng Yu said.

    Jiang Putuo didn't know how to answer these words, and didn't dare to look around while pinching the phone. The flashlight shone on the ground, and the two people's feet were facing each other, one big and one small.

    "Think, think..."

    Jiang Putao was so nervous that she almost forgot the rhythm of her breathing. In the quiet and dark abandoned teaching building, Jiang Putao's breathing was clearly audible.

    Feng Yu was aware of his nervousness, and was planning to change the question, and let Jiang Putao go temporarily, when he heard Jiang Putao say, "I'm     thinking of

    you.

    "

A brief astonishment appeared in front of Jiang Putao.

    His back was straight, and although Jiang Putao was a step away from him, Feng Yu felt a strange itch start to spread from his heart to his whole body.

    This itch is not difficult, it is even a bit addictive, like a Gu covered in icing sugar.

    Feng Yu's fingertips hanging by his side moved, and he suddenly wanted to press Jiang Putao firmly into his arms, scratch his skin lightly, and let him feel this kind of itch that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

    But he didn't move.

    In the end, he just threatened Jiang Putao with a cold voice,

    "Do you want me to fuck you?"

    As soon as the words came out, Feng Yu frowned, a little regretful.

    When Feng Yu was silent, Jiang Putao regained her senses a little, vaguely feeling that he might have misunderstood the meaning of Feng Yu's previous words, just when he was feeling ashamed, Feng Yu's words confused Jiang Putao again.

    For some reason, Jiang Putao felt that the "dry" in Feng Yu's words had an absolutely unusual meaning.

    But he dared not ask.