The 1970s Little Village Girl [Through the Book]

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He Dong was frozen in place, but He Fengjiao's graceful and soft body leaned against him, as if she was hanging on him.

In an instant, the intoxicating sweetness surrounded him tightly, filling his nostrils and spreading to his chest.

His blood was surging like a river, and even the last bit of reason was drowned in the surging waves. He couldn't think at all, and could only indulge in He Fengjiao's fresh and gentle taste.

He Dong was slightly awakened until his lips were stained with wetness. He held his breath, pushed the person who was tightly against his chest, and reached out to pull off her hand that was against his waist.

He Dong frowned and said in a low, angry voice: "Do you know what you are doing?"

He Fengjiao blinked her misty eyes, smacked her lips with an unsatisfied expression, and looked at him tenderly and lovingly: "I am not a hooligan."

"I will be responsible for you."

He Dong listened to He Fengjiao's incredible words, and his eyes, which were always calm and indifferent, instantly flashed with surprise and disbelief.

How could she, a girl, say such a thing?

He met He Fengjiao's eyes that seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, his dry Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

His tall body trembled, and he felt that He Fengjiao's intoxicating sweetness was all around him, making the air in his chest sweet.

He lowered his eyes, but couldn't help the thundering heartbeat.

In this silent night, every beat seemed to encourage him to walk towards the beautiful person bravely.

He Dong licked his lips, but tasted the slightest taste of fructose. He scolded in a hoarse voice: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She was just impulsive and confused for a moment.

He Dong would rather she was fighting and showing off than to be true.

He Fengjiao smiled and took two steps towards him, then raised her hand and stroked his wrinkled brows: "He Dong, why did you come to accompany me?"

He Dong pursed his lips, "It's not safe at night."

"You're lying!" He Fengjiao took another step closer and asked again: "If it was someone else, would you care?"

The answer is definitely not.

He Dong is colder than an iceberg. That day, he even said to her fiercely that he didn't want to owe anyone anything.

He Dong pursed his lips tightly and avoided her approaching figure.

He Fengjiao bit her lower lip tightly, then smiled and asked, "Do you hate me?"

"How could I hate you?" He Dong blurted out almost subconsciously.

He Fengjiao smiled even more tenderly and asked, "Do you like me?"

"I like--"

He Dong's black eyes were filled with shock, but it was too late.

"Fortunately you said you like me. If you dared to say you don't like me, I would..." He Fengjiao slightly tiptoed, her white and tender hands clasped his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Kiss until you say you like me!"

As she said that, she kissed He Dong's earlobe, which was red and almost bleeding.

The little bit of rationality that He Dong finally regained was instantly shattered, and his eyes were full of bloodshot.