Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 320 I hope you will be more powerful when you are here

Gu Qianyi sat on the desk, rubbing her body back and forth, almost touching the bookshelf behind her.

At this moment, the image that she made up in her mind was that An Zihao was holding a hot towel covered with sweat medicine and trying to cover her mouth and nose, and then waited for her to faint.He can do whatever he wants!

An Zihao grabbed Gu Qianyi's other uninjured foot, and pulled her to the edge of the table: "Idiot, do you like my bookshelf so much?"

Gu Qianyi smiled awkwardly, then reached out and touched the bookshelf behind and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, this bookshelf...is very pretty."

"Come here." An Zihao raised the hot towel in his hand.

Gu Qianyi looked at the hot towel that An Zihao was holding up and kept moving back, shaking his head like a rattle: "No!"

An Zihao couldn't help but stare at Gu Qianyi's vigilant eyes, then followed her gaze and gradually turned his gaze to the hot towel in his hand.

Pat--the hot towel flew out of An Zihao's hand in a beautiful arc, and then landed steadily on Gu Qianyi's face.

Gu Qianyi's body shook suddenly, like a robot whose pause button was pressed.

An Zihao unhurriedly took the hot towel off Gu Qianyi's face, his face was full of helplessness: "Idiot, are you thinking too much?"

Gu Qianyi was taken aback for a moment, she just thought she was going to die, she couldn't help but blinked frantically, she was okay? !
"Isn't this towel mixed with gammon sweat?"

An Zihao's fist instantly hit Gu Qianyi...

But the fist was suddenly released in front of her forehead, a finger was slowly stretched out, and then lightly flicked on her forehead: "Idiot, what have you been thinking about every day? It's because you read too many novels." , or have you watched too many TV shows?"

Gu Qianyi laughed a few times and shook his head: "No..."

An Zihao picked up the towel again and gently wiped Gu Qianyi's face, his face was full of rare seriousness.

Gu Qianyi was a little dazed for a moment, looking at the serious An Zihao in front of him, a little distracted: "Poison tongue, why are you always treating me so... abnormally?"

Hearing Gu Qianyi's words, An Zihao was slightly taken aback by the movements of his hands, "Natural? Is it abnormal that my young master treats you so softly?"

"Okay, gentle, gentle...then why are you being so gentle to me? I'm very, very uncomfortable..." Gu Qianyi turned her blushing face aside, her face was full of girlish shyness.

An Zihao put down the towel in his hand, put his hands on the desk next to Gu Qianyi's thigh in an instant, his body also fell down, and he didn't stop until their lips were almost touching together.

"Because you are about to become the rightful young lady of An's family. If you are not gentle with you, do you still use domestic violence against you?"

Gu Qianyi raised her already clenched fists and pretended to be threatening, and said fiercely: "Domestic violence? I don't know who is domestically violent."

An Zihao narrowed his eyes, pretending to be surprised: "It looks like you're pretty good."

Gu Qianyi snorted coldly and couldn't help raising her head: "That's for sure, do you think the black belts in Taekwondo are just for fun?"

An Zihao nodded slightly, and nodded with an extremely serious look, a smirk gradually formed on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, but I still hope that you will be more powerful when you are a ****."

(End of this chapter)