Foul

Ruan Mengmeng's face was flushed red, and her two fair legs that were exposed outside the pink dress were trembling.

With great difficulty, she used her hand to support her back against the flower wall and stabilized her continuously sliding body.

Only then did she find her voice.

"I'm pushing you, pushing you, pushing you, why are you saying this? This wasn't the same thing at all, Yingluo. Her heart was racing as fast as it could.

At such a close distance, she was even afraid that li junyu could hear her own heartbeat.

The man looked up and glanced sideways at her earlobe, which was so red that it was almost bleeding.

ah ... ruan Mengmeng cried out in surprise. She was shocked by li junyu's sudden action.

In the next second, before she could push the person away, her entire body slid down uncontrollably.

Her weak legs finally couldn't support her constantly sliding body.