Chapter 315: 325 Peeping Your Heart 2 (1/2)

Chapter 315 325 Peeking at your heart 2

”Brother Jin, I was wrong! I was really wrong! If you say I did something wrong, I will definitely change it, and I will definitely let it go. Help—”

He almost fell to his death from falling from the roof to the bottom. The shadow flashed, and he returned to the roof. This time he couldn't get up again. He fell on the ground and couldn't kneel. His legs were straight and soft, and he embraced exaggeratedly. Leng Yejin's trouser legs: ”Don't play with me, I have a heart attack!”

Leng Ye squinted in danger, her cold face unmoved, ”Did you cut Tong Lu's finger today?”

”Huh? Huh? Damn, you want to play with me like this for such a small thing?”

”Do you think it's a trivial matter?” Leng Ye just smiled.

Ji Yiming was shocked by his suffocation. He was inattentive, and his body was picked up again. He hurriedly changed his words: ”Big thing! Big thing! I'm not for research... I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I promise later She doesn't hurt even a single cold hair. I really swear to God, otherwise let me be a virgin for a lifetime!”

Leng Ye raised her eyebrows, a bit of cold: ”Are you still a virgin?”

Ji Yiming wanted to find a piece of tofu and killed him, and immediately changed his mouth and refused to admit it: ”I am such a handsome, romantic, suave, young and golden doctor genius, of course, it is impossible to be a virgin. He was fascinated by the group of me as early as the college days. The upside-down little sisters took away the most precious things, buddy, can you let me down first, let's find a place where there is wine and meat, and suppress the surprise?”

”What do you mean?” Leng Ye squinted coldly.

”I really don't take it as an example! Don't take it as an example! My buddy, please spare me, my whole family's heart is not good, my mother is my only son who is still waiting for my lintel...”

”The next time I promise you to experience it all night!” Leng Ye would put him on the ground casually.

Ji Yiming slapped his chest vigorously, chanting Amitabha dozens of times, and the tense muscles all over his body were so tight that he couldn't let go.