“Woo…”
An Qiaoqiao lay on Yuan Huaian, covering her forehead and crying.
He cursed and almost called Yuan Huaian a jinx.
"Miss An, can you please get up from me first? Talk about bad luck. I am even more unlucky than you now, right?"
Yuan Huaian sighed. He was more unlucky. It was obvious that he was more miserable than her, but she was the one who cried first.
I didn't even see where his glasses fell.
After being reminded by him, An Qiaoqiao finally came to her senses. She looked at him lying on the ground in a mess and snorted coldly.
He supported himself on his chest with both hands and stood up. When he stood up, he was out of breath and pretended that he did not stand properly, and fell heavily on Yuan Huaian again.
“Hmm…”
Yuan Huaian, who was hit hard again, groaned.
Yuan Huaian...
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan, I didn't stand properly."
An Qiaoqiao lay on Yuan Huaian, and her little hands took the opportunity to pinch the flesh on Yuan Huaian's waist.
Then, under Yuan Huaian's painful expression, he twisted it tightly.
"Hmm~"
"Miss An, I don't know how I offended you that you are taking revenge on me like this."
Yuan Huaian's whole body was tense, and his big hands suddenly tightly wrapped around An Qiaoqiao's slender waist, holding her firmly against him.
Now he felt pain all over his body.
"Haha, Teacher Yuan, think about it yourself. Why am I so unlucky every time I meet you? Teacher Yuan, have you ever thought about why?"
An Qiaoqiao felt the strength of the big hand on her waist, and immediately, the hand that was twisting the other person's flesh exerted even more force.
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