Chu Ci:...

Where did this come from? Didn’t she stuff it?

Qin Yishu was pinching the fabric and looked over and over again. Chu Ci slightly avoided his body with a scorching breath, and he rubbed it back so relentlessly.

He blinked his eyes and looked at Chu Ci with the fabric in his hand, "Is this the one used for porcelain treasure breasts?"

It was this thing that made him miss the truth again and again?

Not only do you find it, but you also have to ask.

Chu Ci paused, and raised her hand as if she was about to reach out to his cheek.

Then when Qin Yishu was slightly stunned and waiting for Chu Ci's hand to come, he saw Chu Ci's lips bent slightly, and he pulled the piece of cloth out of his hand at a very fast speed, and then stuffed it under his pillow.

The action was done in one go, so quickly that Qin Yishu's drowsy brain could not react at all, and could only stare at Chu Ci's movements in a daze.

He was still holding the action of pinching the cloth belt in his hand, and his eyes were covered by Chu Ci's hand, "I'm still sick, why are you making trouble? Go to bed."

sleep?

I don't want to just sleep like this.

Qin Yishu's eyes blinked, and long eyelashes kept traversing Chu Ci's palms. I don't know what he remembered, but he raised his hand to hold Chu Ci's slightly cool wrist and pulled Chu Ci's hand slightly down. The expression on his face was a little subtle.

"So, since the past, did Cheng Anan know?" He looked at Chu Ci, "and he would tie this strap for you?"

Thinking of what he saw that morning, his originally groggy mind was turning quickly at this time.

There was a dark look in my eyes, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction.

Cheng Anan knows, he doesn't know?

And he has been with Chu Ci for so long and has tied her up for so long?

"She..." Chu Ci was about to speak when she was interrupted by this guy.

He turned over and pressed up like this, his extremely high body temperature was so close that he felt very aggrieved, "I don't want to hear or sleep."

There was once someone who was closer to Chu Ci than him, which made him... jealous and crazy from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you want to do?"

He did not hesitate, "want porcelain treasure."

As he said that, his eyes bent slightly, as if he had figured out something.

That was the past, but it won’t happen again. He will be the closest to Cibao in the future.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he pulled Chu Ci's clothes. It was obvious that the heat had not subsided. He blushed with fever. He looked aggrieved and pitiful, but he was doing rogue behavior.

Chu Ci grabbed his hand and pinched it on his cheek, "You are still having a fever."

"Well... Cibao, your hands hurt." His lips came up and insisted on not stopping.

I didn’t hurt my hands when I was making a fuss just now, but now I feel my hands hurt?

Half of his clothes were torn off in the same time, Chu Ci raised his hand and pulled his clothes with laughter and cry, "Xiao Liu||Ranger?"

The dizzy little madman didn't deny it, but just buried it in her neck and whispered. His fluffy head rubbed randomly with excessive heat, his voice hoarse and dark, "Want to... give it to me, okay?"

Before Chu Ci could speak, she felt that the place where he was buried in his neck was slightly wet and hot. Chu Ci paused slightly, pinched his chin and lifted his head slightly.
Chapter completed!