Lan Xiao went to the bathroom and washed a hand.

She drew a tissue and wiped her hands clean. When she was about to go out, she lowered her head and walked to the door, but hit a wall of flesh.

The wall of flesh was so hard that it hurt her forehead and staggered her back.

I slipped and almost fell.

Suddenly his waist was caught by a hand.

Lan Xiao exclaimed, reflexively trying to avoid.

Unexpectedly, the tightly bound hand did not give her a chance to escape.

"Is this going to hide? I have no scruples when shopping with Jiang Ge..." A cold voice sounded from above her head.

Quite a bit of gritted teeth.

Lan Xiao was startled, looked up, and saw Wen Muchu's cold face.

"Wen Muchu... why are you here?"

Wen Muchu didn't say a word, grabbed her wrist with his palm, and pulled her into the cubicle of the women's bathroom.

"This is a girl's toilet, what are you doing Wen Muchu?" Lan Xiao said flusteredly.

Wen Muchu still didn't speak, he pulled Lan Xiao into the grid, locked the door neatly, and slammed Lan Xiaobi against the wall of the grid with almost rude movements.

Lan Xiao was taken aback and hit the wall with her back. She whispered in pain.

Wen Muchu stretched out his hand and placed a generous palm on her back, separating the hard and cold wall.

But his whole person was tightly attached to Lan Xiao.

The bodies of the two people were extremely tight, leaving no gap.

It was so tight that the two soft **** on her chest were tightly pressed against his hard chest.

Her body can even feel his heart beating violently, pounding—

Lan Xiao's cheeks turned red.

Her breathing became unconsciously hurried, and her chest floated sharply. The two soft lumps, pressed against his chest, made her feel extremely ashamed.

Lan Xiao's figure is quite good, the big one should be big, the small one should be small, and it should be upright, so this graceful figure is close to Wen Muchu's body.

Unconsciously, Wen Muchu's Adam's apple rolled a few times.

Lan Xiao flushed with shame, reached out and pushed his muscular chest.

"You...you are too close, I have difficulty breathing..."

Wen Muchu left a little bit, but the feeling of the two soft sticks on his body just made him feel secretly ecstatic.

There was a rush of heat, unconsciously coming up.

He coughed twice, and then his eyes fell on her chest inadvertently.

The beautiful curvature of the unevenness, as she panted, there was a surging spring.

Wen Muchu quickly looked away. He felt that if he looked further, he might have a nosebleed.

He took a deep breath and left her a little bit.

After the heat in his heart dissipated a little, he looked at her again.

Just this look, he suddenly felt that his blood was rising.

Lan Xiao's small white hands covered the clavicle on his chest, and he inadvertently pulled his fingers on the clothes around the clavicle, and a looming gully was printed on the bottom of his eyes.

Unable to control it anymore, he cursed a little fairy in a low voice.

The palm of her hand clasped the back of her head, and her thin lips pressed against her.

Lan Xiao's head suddenly went blank.

She only felt that the breath in her mouth was taken away by him.

The hands and feet became weak in a moment, and if he hadn't been holding her waist with his big palms, she would have collapsed to the ground.