The milk was coughed up, and her and Feng Haotian's clothes were all covered in it. Even the table next to them was coughed up with milk.
Seeing this, Jing Jing hurriedly covered her mouth, coughed and apologized, saying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry..."
After saying that, she coughed again, and her nose flowed out from the cough, and tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes.
Feng Haotian on the side frowned, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed on the corner of his lips. She was really not frightened. He picked up the tissue next to him, handed it to her and said, "Wipe it quickly..."
There was a look of happiness that couldn't be concealed in that voice.
Chapter 19 Is she so afraid of him? (11)
Jing Jing hurriedly took the tissue and wiped her mouth and nose. She couldn't help coughing twice again. Her eyes were red from coughing. When she looked at her and Feng Haotian's clothes, her face changed.
Wow, I feel even more embarrassed.
She quickly took more tissues and wiped Feng Haotian's legs. While wiping, she apologized and said: "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I soiled your clothes..."
Jing Jing was a little anxious. He took a tissue and began to wipe it hastily. His soft, boneless hands rubbed his legs like this, trying to wipe them back and forth.
A certain impulsive feeling that had been suppressed by Feng Haotian was now ready to take action again.
As he sat there, his body seemed to stiffen instantly, and he allowed An Jing to wipe it like this. His gentle little hands just wiped it like this, and it felt very comfortable.
Very comfortable.
In the lower abdomen, it seemed as if there were flames scurrying around, completely disobedient.
Jing Jing, on the other hand, was still anxiously wiping the milk off Feng Haotian's body. With that sip, a lot of milk spurted out, most of it sprayed on Feng Haotian's body, and only a few on her body.
At this time, there was silence inside the carriage.
There seemed to be an aura of confusion, an inexplicable feeling of love and lust, and the two men in the car felt this ambiguous aura.
The driver in front suddenly blushed, but he was quiet and diligently wiping the milk off Feng Haotian's body.