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Those gold-rimmed glasses complement him very well.

His noble and cool temperament makes him look even more noble and arrogant because of his pair of glasses.

At some point, the distance between the two became very close.

Song Ci raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.

The cold pen was placed across her waist, and Song Ci subconsciously leaned forward.

Her eyes flickered, the girl bit her lip slightly, raised her hand and gently took off the glasses on the man's face.

The lenses glowed with a cold light, and when they were taken off, the man's clear and deep eyes could be seen.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Song Ci was brought into the man's arms.

The partition blocks all sound.

The space in the back row is not small, but the man is tall, so the space becomes a bit cramped.

"Have you learned it?"

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her, his tone was cold, and no emotion could be heard.

The girl shook her eyes, her clear eyes flashing with confusion and confusion, looking innocent and confused.

"What did uncle say...?"

The man lowered his head: "Get some air."

When the girl heard this, the blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, her eyes widened slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes widened.

He had been "teaching" her last night.

Not only to teach her to breathe, but also to let her feel what he brings to her.

He taught her to adapt to pleasure, to enjoy emotions, and to teach her to breathe so that the kiss would become long and inseparable.

——Song Ci was forced to "learn" for one night.

Lowering her head in panic, the girl seemed not to want to answer this question.

The two were originally sitting side by side, but the man's arm used a little strength to easily lift the girl onto his lap.

——He seemed very used to her sitting on him like this.

The man's eyes fell on the top of her hair.

The girl lowered her head, her voice was soft and trembling, and she subconsciously relied on him again: "Uncle..."

It seems that every time she encounters "trouble", she will habitually rely on him.

But unfortunately, at this moment, the current "trouble" was brought to her by Zhu Yanzheng.

The man had no intention of "solving the trouble" for her.

A pair of dark eyes fell lightly on the top of her hair, and her tone was low.

"Kiss me."

The man didn't have any other emotions when he said this. The girl sitting on his lap heard the sound coming from above her head and the slight tremor in her chest.

Song Ci subconsciously grabbed the man's sleeve.

The man didn't move away.

Today Zhu Yanzheng is wearing the cufflinks she gave him.

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