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Section 18

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Hearing the sound in his ears, Lin Fan opened his eyes suddenly, just in line with Han Zhu's eyes.

In just a moment, Lin Fan suddenly realized what was holding in his hand, and he just wanted to let go, but was pressed down by the other hand.

Han Zhu looked at Lin Fan's eyes seriously, and his voice was hoarse: "Help me."

"I..." Lin Fan couldn't wait to slap himself with his backhand and make your hands cheap!

Han Zhu closed his lips tightly, let go of the hand that was holding Lin Fan, and said apologetically in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I forced you." With that

, he shifted his body, intending to quietly leave from the other side.

As soon as he moved, the root of his life was caught, even through his pants, he could still feel the stimulation brought to him by that hand, especially the owner of that hand was still the person he loved the most, this stimulation hit directly into his heart, and the heat of his whole body surged somewhere, and the little thing jumped, and it was bigger again.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, on the one hand, he felt that Han Zhu was too undisciplined, but on the other hand, he pressed the top of something with his fingers through his pants.

The strong sense of stimulation made Han Zhu almost disarm, he looked at Lin Fan with deep eyes, and said softly in a low voice: "Don't make trouble." "It's

clear you're making trouble." Lin Fan gritted his teeth, the movements in his hands were very simple, because he was separated by pants, so he could only make movements on the surface, and what he did was only a small action of pressing and rubbing, but this kind of stimulation made Han Zhu want to stop.

After a long time, Han Zhu let out a sigh of relief and let out the viscous liquid that had accumulated in his body.

The liquid passed through his pants, and unknown water stains also appeared on Lin Fan's hands.

After a simple trick to clean up the dust, Lin Fan turned around and walked outside, eager to escape from this ambiguous scene and the ambiguous breath in the air.

Han Zhu subconsciously grabbed Lin Fan's hand: "I'm sorry, I just..."

"You don't have to apologize," Lin Fan pretended to be relaxed and said seriously, "I understand, every man will have a reaction when he gets up, but your reaction is a little more intense, I think it's probably because you don't adapt to the soil."

Saying this, Lin Fan felt that his face was a little hot, and he pulled out his hand from Han Zhu's hand, put his hands behind his back, and grabbed each other.

Lin Fan's reaction was far beyond Han Zhu's expectations, he was overjoyed in his heart, and leaned over: "I'll help you next time."

Lin Fan looked at him with a straight face: "You just take care of yourself, don't worry about me."

After speaking, Lin Fan quickly left the room.

Han Zhu walked out of the cabin after Lin Fan, his face was filled with a smile of joy, and in more rigorous language, it was a gluttonous smile.