This slap was not light, but it was not heavy for Feng churui, but being beaten in the face was the first time in his life.

Hold her l hand. Feng churui's face is cold and holds her chin. Wu Xuewei shakes her head uncoordinated and wants to get rid of his hand. Finally, as soon as her chin hurts, she cries out and youyou opens her eyes.

"Who am I?" His voice was frozen and his eyes were dim.

Wu Xuewei blinked, blinked away the confusion in front of her, and tried to see clearly in front of her: "... Uncle Feng?"

"Who am I?" Increased strength.

"I'm in pain, uncle Feng..." she stretched out her hand to break off her uncomfortable palm, but Feng churui ignored her, pinched her delicate chin, and her hand strength increased again, deliberately trying to make her hurt.

"Think it over. Who am I?"

Her jaw hurt as if she were going to be crushed, and her eyebrows frowned tightly, "Feng churui..."

"Ah..." he smiled, loosened her chin, and gently stroked the pinched red place with his fingertips.

"It hurts." Wu Xuewei muttered bleary eyed and clapped his hand away, deeply afraid that he would abuse herself again.

The man turned to caress her face, slender fingertips C. Into her hair, clasp the back of her head and lift it up to herself. The cold thin lips cover and press down, rolling heavily on her soft lips.

She is so sweet that he can't

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