There was originally a bus outside the University of New Jersey to go to the Bookstore. Today, I don’t know if it was snowing. Fang Xiao waited on the bus stop for nearly ten minutes but had no bus arrived.

So she planned to give up taking the bus and take a taxi. Finally, she saw a taxi driving from the opposite side that seemed to be getting off at the gate of the University of New Jersey, so she immediately ran towards the taxi because she was worried that she would drive away directly in front and not turn back.

However, she fell down just after running two steps. No, to be precise, she was hit by a fast bike because the boy riding the bike fell to the ground.

"You don't have to look around when you cross the road?" The boy riding a bicycle got up from the ground, patting the snow on his body with his hands while scolding her in a very bad tone.

Her foot was pressed by a bicycle, trying hard to pull her foot out. When she heard him yelling like this, she couldn't help but yelling back with joy: "Then is it hard to hold the brakes on your bike? Is it a downhill road here?"

The boy was obviously stunned. He was about to refute her, but suddenly he found someone chasing her from behind, so he immediately pulled her up and flashed to the back of the bus platform. He didn't even bother to support the broken bicycle, hugging her tightly, hiding behind her, and covering her mouth with his hands.

"Don't make a sound." He whispered in her ear: "There are bad guys, I just fled for a while so I forgot to pinch the brakes."

Escape?

Fang Xiao's mind was instinctively a bloody scene. It seemed that the people who were running for life were usually driven by people from all over the world, and this boy—

Well, she took this opportunity to raise her eyes slightly and looked at the man who hugged her tightly, or to be precise, a boy, because she looked very young when she saw him, and she was about twenty years old.

Her face is not too white, her eyebrows, her high nose bridge, her sexy thin lips, and her delicate and profound facial features are embedded in the face of a jade-like face. She is standing still on her head, as if she is like a sculpture of a peerless handsome man carved by a sculptor.

Fang Xiaozheng felt that this man was holding him too tightly and wanted to break free. The man suddenly turned her body around, and the one who was originally leaning against his arms was pounced on his arms, while her undulating chest was now pressing against his cold and hard chest.

She pushed him with her hand and was about to scold the "hooligan", but before she could even speak in a hurry, this handsome man who was angry with the gods actually became a hooligan. She lowered her head and pressed her sexy thin lips without hesitation on her slightly dry pink lips.

She felt panicked and was about to struggle immediately. God, this was her first kiss. She was inexplicably given to a strange man. Is she losing money?

"Don't move, someone is coming," his voice murmured on her lips: "Come on me quickly, hurry up!"

Before she could react, his slightly thick tongue had quickly pried open his teeth and drilled into her warm mouth. A strange feeling suddenly surged in her body.
Chapter completed!