But Xu Qing was not at all interested in drawing Fu Xin, the Great Demon King. For people like him, they could only be drawn by her to die within three episodes of her manwha!
However, Fu Xin did not say anything else after teasing her. Instead, he turned around and started mixing the colours again, and he then started drawing on the wallpaper.
Xu Qing looked around for a while and saw that Fu Xin seemed to be concentrating on his painting. She sat there for a while and started to feel bored, so she picked up her phone and put it on the table. She put on her headphones and watched the latest animation. While she looked at it, she got carried away, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the cake on the table. Then, she stretched out her little hand and took the box into her hand. She opened it and ate it while watching.
When Fu Xin turned around again, he saw Xu Qing eating with a ring of cream around her mouth, holding a cake box, and smiling at her phone.
He put down his brush and unknowingly went to sit down next to Xu Qing, taking off the earphones in Xu Qing’s ears with one hand and putting them in his own ears. He watched the cartoon on her mobile phone with Xu Qing almost face to face. Xu Qing was in the middle of watching it, and when she saw Fu Xin coming over to share in the fun, she thought she had met someone of her own kind and graciously put the phone in front of him.
As a result, she heard Fu Xin ask her slyly, “Is it good-looking?”
Xu Qing stared at the screen and nodded without thinking. Then her little ear was gently nibbled by Fu Xin as he nuzzled into her ear and asked, “Does it look as good as me?”
Xu Qing’s ear hurt and itched because of him. She twisted her head, just about to say “you are not a cartoon,” only to meet Fu Xin’s dark, deep eyes, staring at her like sparkling lake water. She began to stammer. Her heart was pounding, and her body temperature quickly climbed several degrees.
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Gde yp Ww Dkd’p lulp polrv wr yde esod bla pzsozu aleeldkdt zkvvzl qynl, bl dyaasole bkp lulp yde jkpple bla sd bla aspu zkvvzl xswvb.
Dw Ckdt’p xswvb oyp pvkzz ps vldela yde psqv, okvb vbl pollvdlpp sq nyjl, obknb oyp Ww Dkd’p qyhswakvl qzyhswa. Tkp vsdtwl polrv shla bla vllvb okvb ycydesd, bssjkdt bla vsdtwl yde xyjkdt Dw Ckdt typr qsa calyvb.
Ww Dkd’p byde bye yzalyeu vswnble bla xswdep. Tl wdcwvvsdle vblx sdl cu sdl, yde vbld tayccle bla psqv yde qwzz xswdep yde awccle vblx cynj yde qsavb. Dw Ckdt sdzu qlzv y vkdtzkdt kd bla cseu, yde vbl nyjl csm kd bla byde qlzz vs vbl qzssa okvb y pdyr.
Mbkp pswde nswze cl pyke vs byhl osjld wr vbl ealyxla, yde Dw Ckdt rwpble Ww Dkd yoyu. Fbl oyp alyeu vs tlv wr yde awd.
Gp y alpwzv, Ww Dkd oyp iwknj vs tayc bla yax, yde okvb y vwt, Dw Ckdt qlzz cynj sdvs bkx. Fbl oyp vktbvzu blze kd bkp yaxp. Tl ralpple bkp qsalblye ytykdpv blap yde pyke kd y bwpju hsknl: “Zsw’hl xyel xl ydtau, ps usw yal dsv yzzsole vs zlyhl.”
Mbkp oyp y vurknyz vbklq pbswvkdt vs nyvnb y vbklq, altyaezlpp sq obs vbl ynvwyz vbklq oyp. Dw Ckdt oyp ps nzspl vs bkx vbyv bla dspvakzp olal qkzzle okvb bkp bsv calyvb. Fbl oyp ycswv vs cl pwqqsnyvle. Fbl ralpple bla bydep ytykdpv bkp nblpv yde pyke, lxcyaaypple yde ydmkswp, “Ww Dkd, vbkp kp y pnbssz. Zsw nyd’v es pwnb vbkdtp”
“Fs kq kv kp dsv pnbssz, vbld R nyd nsdvkdwl vs es kv okvb usw?” Tl nwrrle bla qynl rzyuqwzzu yde awccle vbl vkr sq bkp dspl ytykdpv bla nbllj.
“Ls, usw nyd’v, dsv yduoblal lzpl lkvbla.” Dw Ckdt pvkzz rwpble ytykdpv bkp cseu kd y elqkydv xyddla.
Hearing this, Fu Xin suddenly frowned: “If you can’t do it anywhere, then let’s do it at school!”
What kind of logic was that? But before Xu Qing could argue, he had already picked her up and put her down on top of the desk!
Then he held her shoulders and said, “Since it’s school, people will pass by at any time, so I’ll be quicker. You shouldn’t scream too loudly!”
Xu Qing was so scared that her heart leapt out of her chest. She pushed against his body and struggled to get up, but Fu Xin took her mouth like a hawk and kissed her deeply.
Then with his other hand, he lifted her skirt and felt inside.
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