Behind him, Shi Jinyang suddenly floated, "big."

Tong Yan's back to his body was stiff, but he didn't respond to his words.

What's big?

Shi Jinyang snorted, without any explanation, turned aside, took a book in the room, and sat down on the balcony.

He really took this place as his own room. He didn't mean to leave even after sitting down. He even made himself a cup of coffee and began to drink coffee while lazily reading books.

Tong Yan didn't want to pay attention to him and went to the bathroom with her clothes.

After tossing about for nearly an hour, after washing his hair and bathing, he put on his clothes and was ready to walk out. Suddenly he looked down at his chest.

Feeling the slight gap, she seemed to be hit in the head, and her face turned red.

Is that what Shi Jinyang was referring to?

It's a little bit bigger

Tong Yan gazed at himself in the mirror for a long time, and suddenly made some self mockery.

What's the relationship between him and her?

When he came out, Shi Jinyang was still reading.

Tong Yan has always been obsessed with the balcony. When she studied in Paris these years, she was used to reading on the balcony.

Her eyes fixed on the chair occupied by him. She walked over and pushed him impolitely.

"Go back to your room!"

"No!" Shi Jinyang didn't look at her, his eyes still fell on the magazine in his hand.

"I have no place to sit here!" Tong Yan reminds me.

Shi Jinyang didn't seem to hear her. He didn't even return this time.

"Shi Jinyang, go back!" Tong Yan was slightly annoyed with his behavior and pushed him impatiently.

Without pushing, he wanted to pull him up directly. As soon as he reached out, Shi Jinyang grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

Suddenly, push.

Before Tong Yan recovered, he leaned forward and fell down on his leg.

Dong!

A dull sound suddenly rang out between them.

Tong Yan's head bumped into his big leg, which was so thin that there was no fat at all, and his whole face was buried in his leg.

The rain outside the balcony is still pattering.

The sound of raindrops knocking on the eaves is deafening.

Tong Yan's body in his arms was stiff for a few seconds.

"Is that how Mr. Shi plays with women?" Her face didn't lift up immediately as she kept falling.

"It depends on who they are." Shi Jinyang has a languid tone.

Tong Yan's body lying on his legs was stiff again.

"How many women have you played with?"

"You are the first!" The book in his hand lay aside, and Shi Jinyang quietly stared at her back for a few seconds, and his hand suddenly put on her shoulder.

He seems to want to help Tong Yan up, however, I don't know when, Tong Yan is always on guard against him.

Feeling the breath of his face, and clasping his wrist with her backhand, she seemed to want to fall over her shoulder.

She had a lot of strength, but when she tried to pull him down, she didn't pull him.

Shi Jinyang's hand is stiff and fixed on her shoulder. He squints at her and takes a look at her hand. His brow is slightly wrinkled.

Why does he always feel hostility in her?

Does she hate him?

"Yan Yan..." Shi Jinyang tried to turn her face.

Tong Yan's eyes were confused, and she left her face uncomfortably. Before colliding with his eyes, she let her eyes go wrong with him.

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