Finally, Xiaobai, who was kissing the idiot, pushed him away and started to breathe.

She could feel the heat of her face, and the feeling of her lips still numb...

The young man... kissed her again!

"Young Marshal, you can't do this." Xiaobai touched his painful lips with one hand, and his voice was low.

His eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to look at him.

It seemed like the person who made the mistake was her, not him.

"Oh?" The young coach raised his eyebrows, "Then tell me why I can't do this."

"Because...because..." Xiaobai was nervous and had the habit of licking his lips. As soon as he finished licking, he suddenly remembered that he had kissed him when he was kissing him just now, and his face turned redder even more violently.

It was red, as if it was about to catch fire...

The young man observed in detail, and naturally found that her stiff and slightly opened lips. Thinking of the slippery little tongue licked the lips he had kissed just now, and a low laugh overflowed.

Hearing the laughter, Xiaobai continued, "Because Political Commissar Song and Miss Song are both here, so...Young Marshal, you can't treat me like this. This is disrespectful to Miss Song and Political Commissar Song. And... and it is not good to let others see the impact, after all, this is a public place."

The young marshal was amused by her strange logic, "Yun Xiaobai, I want to kiss you, what does it have to do with Political Commissar Song?"

"This..." Xiaobaiyu choked. Because Miss Song liked him, it was wrong for the young coach to kiss her in the corridor while the two families were having dinner together.

"What?" The young man slowly approached her soft face with one hand.

Xiaobai hurriedly pressed his hands against his chest and twisted his head aside, "Young Marshal, don't do this..."

"Don't do it?" The young man pretended not to understand, with a handsome and charming face, and continued to get closer...

Xiaobai was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. When the young coach Yu Guang saw someone coming over, he curled his thin lips slightly, turned Xiaobai's head and kissed him hard.

"Um..." Xiaobai was in tears. Why did the young coach kiss her again?!

He pressed his body against the wall. Shaoshuai wrapped his arm around her waist and raised his chin with one hand, making her look like he was tilted to take on his kiss.

As the lips and teeth were intertwined, Xiaobai occasionally felt soft moans overflow.

Finally, her arms involuntarily climbed up to the young man's neck. Her initiative was like a dose of stimulant, which made the young man's blood boil!

Song Xinying stood not far away, covering her mouth with a surprised look on her face, looking at the two people who were unable to part with their kiss in disbelief.

Is that the young coach?

The woman he pressed on the wall and kissed is his childhood sweetheart, right?

It turns out... the young man really likes his childhood sweetheart.

Like Lingchi, Song Xinying watched the young man kiss Xiaobai intimately and warmly, enduring a strong and severe pain in her heart. Until the end, the pain made her want to escape in panic, she turned around and left...

After three years of love and three years of pursuit, that person will never fall in love with her.

Then, give up...

As the figure walked farther and farther away, the young man let go of Xiaobai's soft lips and turned his head to look in the direction where Song Xinying left.

"Young Marshal, what are you looking at?" Xiaobai also turned to look at it.

The empty corridor, no one.

"Oh," the young marshal turned around and said indifferently, "Song Xinying left just now."

"What...what!" Song Xinying was right in the corridor just now, didn't she see her kissing the young coach?
Chapter completed!