There was no big expression on that little face. If you had to describe it, Qiao Sirui looked carefully, probably from Chu Ci's eyes that there was a little capital of life without any desire.

Then the little girl yawned, and crystal clear and stained on the little girl's eyelashes. The eyes were also extremely beautiful, as if they had just been washed, clear and beautiful. Because the two were a little close, the small breasts sound that Chu Ci inhaled deeply when she yawned made Qiao Sirui, who was already addicted to Chu Ci's voice, trembled suddenly in his heart, and then he followed Chu Ci's breath and slowly exhale.

Chu Ci raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, wiped off the tears that had just been squeezed out from her yawn. There seemed to be a joking smile on the corners of her lips. She looked at Qiao Sirui in front of her, her voice was still vague, her lips were slightly bent, and she looked at him with half-closed eyes. How about this class?

Fortunately, Qiao Sirui raised his eyebrows, spoke, and raised his hand to wave the notebook he brought. It had been half a class. This man wrote some things casually on his notebook. Although his handwriting was a bit sloppy, it can be seen that he had indeed listened to it.

You actually listened?

Seeing the little girl's eyes widened slightly, her little body leaned over and looked at the notebook in his hand. Qiao Sirui's eyes were slightly darker, and she looked at Chu Ci's slightly sleepy face.

The little girl's face was not very good yesterday, but her face was still slightly pale today. And when she heard the little girl call yesterday, she naturally knew that the little girl was sick.

The room was a little hot, she was sweating a little, a little silk stuck to her forehead, and the body was filled with a fresh milk smell of shower gel, which was as soft as cake butter, and it made people feel particularly comfortable when they asked.

This is the first time Qiao Sirui, who has never liked sweets, thinks that sweets make people feel happy.

‘Jo Sirui’s love value is 2, currently 17.’

Chu Ci took the notebook in her hand and flipped over two pages casually. Because of her movements, the two of them could not help but get closer. Qiao Sirui raised her brows slightly and let Chu Ci move. Then she raised her hand and took off the threads of silk that Chu Ci stuck to her forehead in a very natural way.

The faint lemon smell on his body suddenly approached a little, and with the heat between him, he gently glanced over her forehead, and Chu Ci looked up at him.

This person didn't feel that people were getting closer. He leaned on the back of the chair, and the young master in Beijing was extremely nice. The voice he used from time to time made people feel like he was teasing himself with a chuckle.

But in fact, it was just a lazy and casual speech he usually spoke.

I heard you are sick recently? Qiao Sirui asked, holding a slightly sweaty thread from Chu Ci in his hand, but this time he didn't dare to be as harsh as before, making the little girl furious, so he raised his hand and blocked Chu Ci's back to his ear.

It was a little burned before, but now it is ready. Chu Ci returned the notebook in her hand, then nodded and responded, shrank back, and sat on his chair. The two of them were still close to each other and they suddenly opened up.
Chapter completed!