The kiss ended. "Don't you know you need to breathe?" Fu Zhiyu put his head on my forehead and rubbed my face with one hand.

It was painful. I immediately clapped off his chaotic hand and leaned against his arms for breath.

"The first kiss of others, I'm not like you, the master of love, are all personally numb?"

The strength of the waist was suddenly drawn, and the chin was raised fiercely.

"Pain, Fu Zhiyue..."

"Just your first kiss?" Fu Zhimei looked at the little woman in her arms incredibly. At first, it was just because the taste was good, so it deepened. Even today, she drank a little...