Zhang Yiman didn't answer, but just smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth, raising her little face upwards.

Han Jue didn't know what he was thinking just now, so why did he kiss it. But at this moment, under the gaze of these eyes, he clearly felt that it was difficult to refuse any requests made by the owner of these eyes.

Han Jue sighed, then leaned his head and pecked Zhang Yiman's left face quickly. After pecking, he pretended to be impatient and wanted to get up and leave, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll pay you back, I won't owe you."

"Ah!~ It's not there, it's not there!" Zhang Yiman hugged Han Jue's waist and refused to let him go, his tone was very anxious.

Han Jue couldn't walk and had to sit back in his seat. He turned to look at Zhang Yiman, and Zhang Yiman just looked at him with a smile, looking very beautiful.

Han Jue knew what Zhang Yiman meant, and Zhang Yiman also knew what Han Jue knew what she meant.

Zhang Yiman's eyes clearly said this.

Han Jue raised his hand, touched Zhang Yiman's hair, and gently stroked it. Zhang Yiman shrank his neck slightly, and then looked at him with his black grape-like eyes.

She handed over herself like a puppy and cat, allowing others to touch her head. In this short period of time, in addition to handing over unprepared trust, she also had sudden dependence on her connection and control of her body and mind.

Han Jue squinted his eyes while slowly stroking, and he felt like hesitation for a moment, and as if he had experienced thousands of struggles. Finally, Han Jue took a long breath, slowly walked down the hand that was stroking Silly Niu's hair, stroked Zhang Yiman's delicate and tender ears, stroked his chin, and finally stayed on his chin. He exerted a little force, lifted Silly Niu's chin twenty-five degrees.

Zhang Yiman bit her lips and blushed her cheeks, but she still closed her eyes with expectation. Her lips were bitten by her teeth, and turned white and red again, moist and delicate.

This kissing scene... was something she had fantasized about!

Zhang Yiman felt that if this kiss was like this, it would be perfect. It would be impossible to forgive the uncle like this...

Zhang Yiman is now suspicious of the uncle's integrity. When she thought that this scene might be faked, she hurriedly opened her eyes. Then, what appeared in front of her was Han Jue's enlarged face. The next second, Zhang Yiman felt that his lips were touched like a dragonfly.

"Not counting or not!" Zhang Yiman hurriedly reached out and hooked Han Jue's neck, "I don't feel it, I'm going to do it again!"

Han Jue felt that the hands on his neck gradually became choking, and Han Jue leaned forward again with a throbbing mood.

Han Jue carefully touched forward again, and his lips stayed for 02 seconds longer than last time.

"What about this?" Han Jue asked.

"Not enough!" Zhang Yiman still answered anxiously.

"What about this?"

"not enough."

"What about this?"

"Well, not enough or not..."

"I won't be angry, right?"

"I'm still angry..."
Chapter completed!