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Her waist has always been slim.

Because of her martial arts practice, she is not only thin, but also a little more flexible than ordinary women.

Can bend down easily and is as soft as a cat.

Zhan Beihan put his arm across her waist, and there was still room after making a circle. He watched her write seriously, and he couldn't help but move his fingertips on her waist.

""

Xiao Lingyue's waist trembled, and her pen suddenly became chaotic, leaving a dangling ink mark on the white paper.

She looked at the scrapped letter, gritted her teeth, and her ears turned red.

She turned around and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

The man looked at her innocently: "I didn't do anything."

As he spoke, his fingers hooked her waist again.

Xiao Lingyue's waist trembled again, she couldn't help but tighten her body, angrily threw away the pen and grabbed his hand: "Take your hand away, don't touch my waist, it's very itchy."

Zhan Beihan watched as she turned around and pried off his hands, her slender waist curved into a seductive arc, and her snow-white neck was exposed from between the collar, with some traces that had not yet dissipated faintly visible.

The man's eyes were a little darker, and his voice was low with a smile: "You won't write a reply?"

Xiao Lingyue didn't notice the change in his eyes, she just pulled his hand and said angrily: "How can I write when you are making trouble like this?"

Zhan Beihan suddenly held her waist, turned her over, and sat on his lap facing him.

"Then I won't write it." He wrote lightly.

The two people faced each other, their bodies close to each other.

Xiao Lingyue was startled, subconsciously stretched out her hand to support his chest, and looked up at her in astonishment.

The man's big hand supported the curve of her lower back, preventing her from shrinking back. His other hand held her chin, bringing it a little closer, touching the tip of her nose.

There was dissatisfaction in the low voice: "I am here, why are you always worrying about these two little brats?"

Xiao Lingyue breathed heavily, and the fingers on his chest shrank slightly, "Zhan Beihan"

"Huh?" The man's eyes were raised slightly, and the dark color under his eyes was smudged like ink, revealing a dangerous aggressiveness.

"What do you want to say?"

"" Xiao Lingyue looked into his eyes blankly, forgetting what she wanted to say.

The man's palm was close to her lower back, and the hot heat spread all the way up from the skin of her lower back, burning to the top of her heart.

The tips of Xiao Lingyue's ears felt extremely hot, and her palms were slightly sweaty.

She felt that this atmosphere was not good. In front of her was the man's broad chest, and behind her was the hard and wide desk. His hands were tightly clasped on her lower back, clearly not giving her a chance to dodge.

"What are you doing? It's broad daylight, I, I have to reply to Yesan and the others, so I can't just leave Hanhan alone."

Xiao Lingyue's voice stuttered, and her words were a little confused.

She pushed his chest, trying to get him to let go, but when she met the man's eyes, her tone became weaker: "Don't do this, let go first."

"Don't let me go." The man interrupted her, "Why do you always want me to let you go?"

Xiao Lingyue: ""

"If I let you go, if you run away, where can I catch you?"

Xiao Lingyue dodges with guilty eyes: "I"

Zhan Beihan's fingertips tightened, gripping her chin like fire, his voice was low and dangerous: "I don't like you in my arms, and I keep talking about these two boys, let's not mention them first, okay?
Chapter completed!