Do women have peaches? Definitely not.
But Zhang Fan couldn't think of that at this moment. The legs around his neck were like two steel pillars. If this continued, his neck would definitely be twisted off.
So, Zhang Fan had no choice but to use this secret technique.
"You bastard, let go!" Ye Yanran's voice trembled. This bastard dared to monkey-steal the peach!
"No." Zhang Fan's face turned red; he was already out of breath. His hand gripped harder.
"Let go." Ye Yanran's voice trembled even more.
At that moment, Zhang Pan stood at the door, frowning, watching the scene on the floor, his eyes widened in an instant.
Whoa, where did this top-grade beauty come from? How could this guy be so lucky? And in uniform? Are today's high schoolers this wild?
Ah, ah, ah, city folks play too much. Damn, I want to go back to the countryside. I don't even have a girlfriend.
