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Chapter 911: Small Game(2/2)

This is a face that combines all the imagination of a woman.

Set off by the shiny black hair, it looks like it was carved and created by gods, poets, painters, and warriors.

Not only is he young, handsome, tall and angular, he is also profound, mysterious, sensitive, cheerful and cold.

Whether it is lines, textures, colors, contours, or undulations, women can be obsessed with it.

In front of her, it was this face that was particularly gentle, whispering to her, "Close your eyes, would you? Just stretch out a hand to me, any hand is fine."

So no matter how unreasonable and absurd these words are.

But how could she refuse? How could she bear to refuse? How could she have the ability to refuse?

It seemed that there was a mysterious force driving her, making her obey, and making her submit.

So she obediently closed her eyes.

To be honest, little tricks like this are really boring and childish.

This kind of bloody plot has probably been staged in countless soap operas.

According to the understanding of many people, I am afraid that only little girls who are inexperienced in the world will be seduced by such stupid tricks.

Ning Weimin would actually use such despicable methods. How could he possibly impress a woman with a successful career, rich experience, and countless suitors?

However, people who think this way ignore basic common sense and fall into ideological misunderstandings.

Because for women, especially women like Matsumoto Keiko.

The game is not important, only who the target is is important.

I would rather fish for the moon in the water with the right person than fly in space with the wrong person.

Therefore, Keiko Matsumoto did extend her hand.

And he still reached out with eagerness and expectation.

In fact, the moment she stretched out her right hand, Matsumoto Keiko felt a strong sense of romance.

Her hands were delicate and pure. Under the symphony of dark blue skylight and warm lights, they trembled slightly, waiting for the unknown.

Her sensitive fingertips trembled, sparkling in the light and shadow, exuding a faint fragrance.

A thrill of anticipation penetrated her skin, making her feel a little numb and a little itchy in the slightest coolness.

At the same time, Ning Weimin couldn't help but indulge in admiring Matsumoto Keiko's appearance at this time.

Admire her long hair, forehead, eyebrow tips, nose tip, lip corners, neck, and even...

There was at least ten seconds of silence before Ning Weimin finally came to his senses and made the response he should have given long ago.

So while the woman was waiting eagerly, he also extended his warm hand.

The ten fingers were gently intertwined and interlocked tightly.

All the peripheral nerves are gathered in one place, in the palms of the left and right palms, in the hand lines, fingertips, and between the fingers.

Two warm currents were pumped out from their hearts, and the warmth flowed through each of their capillaries, all the way to their fingertips.

This warm current continues to moisturize their blood vessels, bones, skin, and pores.

So much so that he wasn't sure whether this seemingly childish little game would bring him more gains if he continued.

If he does move forward, will he be rewarded or punished?

But opportunities cannot tolerate waiting and hesitation.

As a result, when he hesitated, this opportunity was quickly missed.

Suddenly, Matsumoto Keiko's BP machine vibrated again.

A moment later, Matsumoto Keiko told her embarrassingly that she needed to go to her parents' house immediately to see her sad mother.

Ning Weimin had to use a man's generosity to cover up his embarrassment and loss.

So he could only comfort Matsumoto Keiko with a few words, and reluctantly ended the date with a wet mood.

Then they got in the car and left here along the moonlit seaside road.

But even when Ning Weimin returned to his apartment, he was still recalling every detail of today, and was still annoyed by his hesitation and shrinking at the critical moment.

But then again, regret is regret.

But the result was not exactly what he had imagined, which was in line with the definition of romance, making this date even more exciting and exciting.

And if you think about it carefully, isn't the most touching thing between men and women sometimes just these subtle speculations?
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