"you……"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, the cold and beautiful girl smiled at him gently, which was extremely charming.

She held him down.

She reached out and lifted his chin, taking a closer look at his delicate and charming face. His cheeks and ears were flushed red.

Chen Yan looked at the young face of Feng Xingyao, and a hint of darkness flashed in her eyes.

She squeezed his chin, "Do you like me?"

The boy felt the pain and regained some of his rationality, but his breathing was still disordered, his chest heaving, and he felt an indescribable restlessness.

"Do you like it?"

"No..." The young man was about to be stubborn, but the next moment, Chen Yan pinched both sides of his cheeks, making him unable to speak.

He could only slur a few words.

Chen Yan asked, "If you don't like what I said, why did you treat me so frivolously just now?"

The boy was speechless.

The next moment, his expression changed suddenly.

Her left hand yanked his belt open, a little roughly.

"You want to do... um... hmm..."

A cool hand slid into his chest and squeezed it hard.

His body trembled slightly.

The boy's collar was open, revealing his delicate collarbone and chest as white as jade. Soon, his white skin turned a little pink.

Chen Yan lowered her eyes and looked at his devastated expression...

So astringent.

She suddenly wondered if she was using a beauty trap.

She thought about it seriously.

This is how the beauty trap should be used.