Although this is not the first time I have kissed, Zhan Linghan's kiss still makes Qingyan a little difficult to adapt.

Qingyan subconsciously avoided it, but the other party's hands were supported on the wall, blocking her in her arms. She leaned against the wall, and had nowhere to hide. The aggressive kiss made it difficult for her to adapt.

Qingyan couldn't breathe, her cheeks were flushed, and her fingers grabbed the fabric on Zhan Linghan's chest. Through her shirt, Qingyan could feel the hot heat coming from his skin.

"Woo woo..." She couldn't stand it and Zhan Linghan finally let go of her lips.

Qingyan opened her cherry red lips and gasped. If it weren't for the wall supporting her back, her weak legs wouldn't be able to support herself at all.

Zhan Linghan wrapped Qingyan's small waist with one hand. He hugged Qingyan into his arms, and the girl lay on his chest like a kitten.

Zhan Linghan picked up Qingyan and took her to the room on the second floor.

"Ling Han, please let me down." Qingyan spoke in a low voice.

Zhan Linghan said, "You are not heavy, I just want to hug you."

Qingyan didn't go to school before, and Zhan Linghan had been in aristocratic school since he was a child. Every time he came back from school, he pushed open Qingyan's door like a little wolf dog and threw her on the bed.

Every time, he hugged her and kissed her shoulders and said:

"I miss you so much."

After only one day of separation with Qingyan, Zhan Linghan missed her crazily. Qingyan was like poison to him.

Now, Qingyan can finally come to the school where he is studying. After only one class with her, Zhan Linghan wanted to hug her.

If he could, he wanted to hold Qingyan on his legs in the classroom, and he would not be separated from her every moment, but Zhan Linghan didn't want anyone to see his baby's shy appearance.

Qingyan was carried by him into a room with the sign "President's Lounge" hanging.

When she was placed on the rosewood desk, Zhan Linghan's breath fell on Qingyan's face again.

"Don't be on the table." Qingyan's little hand grabbed the fabric on Zhan Linghan's chest and whispered.

"Well on the sofa?" Zhan Linghan asked.

Qingyan lowered her head and didn't say anything, Zhan Linghan picked her up and walked onto the sofa.

He sat on the sofa, let Qingyan face him and kneel on his lap.

The boy put one hand on her waist and the other hand naturally hung on Qingyan's thigh.

Zhan Linghan stretched out his neck and took a light bite on Qingyan's chin. He asked, "Is there a boy talking to you in the ordinary class?"

Qingyan pointed to the big round glasses on her nose and said softly: "I don't have any boy who wants to talk to me like this, right?"

Zhan Linghan's ostentatious face was filled with a doting smile, "I will want to talk to you, not only want to talk to you, but also want to hold you all the time, because only I know, Qingyan, you are the most real person."

Zhan Linghan took off the glasses on Qingyan's nose, and after nearly half of the glasses that blocked her face were taken off, she revealed a beautiful and incomparable face.

That beautiful face even brightened the whole room.

Zhan Linghan hooked Qingyan's chin with his fingers. He was about to kiss her again, but the knock on the door sounded...
Chapter completed!