He held his breath, forcing himself to pretend that what he was holding in his arms was just a ball of quilt, looking straight ahead, quickly walked to the bed, and placed her on the bed without a moment's hesitation.
He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he pulled off the quilt, covered her body haphazardly, and was about to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, she made a sound similar to "vomiting" as she was placed on her chest.
He thought she was going to vomit, and was afraid that she would choke him while lying on her back, so he turned around subconsciously.
She raised her head slightly, coughed twice, then lay back on the pillow and became quiet.
He Jichen, who had a false alarm, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to look away, she suddenly turned over while lying on her bed.
Because the amplitude was too large, when he put her on the bed, she was already a little close to the bed, and she fell directly from her bed.
He Jichen didn't even think about it, and reflexively pounced on the bed, almost falling to the ground, and accurately placed her in his arms.
Although the bed was not high, she fell on him so firmly that it still hurt his chest.
He Jichen took a few breaths, and when the pain eased a little, he reached out his hand, touched the cheek of the little woman lying on top of him, and asked in a low voice: "Did you get hurt anywhere?"
She felt his touch, raised her little head, and looked at him with drunken eyes.
She looked cute and cute, as if she had no idea how dangerous she was just now.
He Jichen knew that his questions were in vain, so he simply checked her out personally. When he was sure that she was not injured, he felt relieved.
He was just about to hug her and get up to sit up. She, who had just raised her head to look at him because of his touch, suddenly seemed to be tired. She fell down and her little head was buried in the The crook of his neck.
Her hair touched his hard chin, and the breath from the corner of her lips happened to spray on that hair. The hair kept fluttering, brushing against his skin every time, and it felt soft to the touch. With a touch of itching, one after another, the fire in his body that had not been extinguished was ignited again.
He Jichen subconsciously tensed up his body, thinking that before he could control himself, it would be business to throw her back to the prison as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, just as he settled on his thoughts, she, who was nestled on him, suddenly raised her hand, touched his lips, and used her soft fingertips to rub along the outline of his lips.
He Jichen took a breath, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Ji Yi.
The girl stared straight at the corner of his lips, with a faint dazzling light dancing in her eyes.
Does she know that she is playing with fire...
He Jichen felt her fingertips stretching towards his mouth. He subconsciously held her little hand and said in a low voice: "Xiaoyi, don't make trouble..."
Being drunk, she paid no attention to his words. She just wanted to pull her fingers out of his control and touch his lips again.
But her strength was no match for him. She tried twice, but to no avail, so she raised her head that was resting on his neck, brought her lips to his, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked it gently. one time.
He Jichen hummed and clearly felt that his body began to change.
He spoke again, his tone a little hoarse: "Xiaoyi, don't be ridiculous..."