It's just that the hand stretched out was a little illusory.
Sikong Wei was stunned for a moment before realizing what form he was in at the moment.
The light is only blocked a little bit, which is of no great use.
Sikong Wei's body solidified slightly.
But before he could block the sun.
Chu Ci over there was disturbed in her sleep, and rolled to the side impatiently.
Sikong Wei watched the little girl fall from the side of the bed with a snap.
He subconsciously picked it up.
Because it is a ghost.
So act fast.
He conveniently took the little girl into his arms.
Then the little girl didn't wake up from the sun, nor did she wake up from the fall.
However, he woke up from the cold.
Chu Ci fought a cold war.
Lie softly in his arms, because she was still under the warm blanket just now.
Now he suddenly fell into a cloud of air-conditioning.
It was like suddenly falling into a hole in the ice.
Wronged.
The little girl is a limp little ball.
He just woke up, his eyes were still hazy and confused.
With mist.
Seeing that the mist was about to pour out.
Sikong Wei put the little girl back on the bed.
A bit dumbfounded, seeing Chu Ci clearly feeling cold, but still holding on to him and refusing to let go.
I couldn't help but said, "This bed is so big, you have to sleep on the side."
If one turned over and fell, who else is to blame
Chu Ci is actually not very sober.
The feeling of weightlessness from falling off the bed might scare others into a cold sweat, but for Chu Ci, it was much more than this exciting experience.
It's not wrong to sleep.
The only point of dissatisfaction is that the person hugging her is too cold, she just got out of the bed, she is really 'frozen'.
But the breath on her body was familiar to her.
She's used to sleeping in her arms.
And I really like the smell, it helps sleep.
So don't want to let go.
So while frowning, he still wanted to hug him.
The little boy was wearing a dark blue jacket with a bit of a windbreaker and a suit, and a white inner jacket with the neckline slightly open, revealing a cold white delicate collarbone.
The movements were a little random, and the clear eyes were faint, as if he didn't pay attention to everything around him. Only when he looked at Chu Ci, his eyes would have a little warmth.
Sophisticated and luxurious.
At this moment, he lowered his head, his long eyelashes fluttered, and seeing Chu Ci wanting to hug him, he felt cold again.
After pushing him, he hugged him back again, still frowning his delicate brows, and his little round face wrinkled into a ball.
The eyes were still shut.
It's like being bullied by someone.
I just don't know what to say about her.
Sikong Wei didn't move anymore.
Just leaning against the bed.
He raised his finger and poked the little girl's cheek.
Soft and warm.
Really like…
His hand slowly moved from Chu Ci's small face to Chu Ci's eyes.
It would be fine if... he could only look at him in these eyes...
A bloody red light flashed across his eyes for an instant.
After all, it is a thousand-year-old ghost, and it is stained with blood.
It's impossible for him to be pure and kind, it's just an appearance.
It's just that the somewhat dark breath has just moved.
Chu Ci frowned in discomfort.
One eye opened suddenly, the other eye was still closed, and then a hand slapped and stuck to his face.
Because it is a ghost, it feels like touching a mass of air-conditioning with pressure, and it is impossible to pinch it.
So Chu Ci let go of his other hand.
Put it on his face, and... start rubbing.
Sikong Wei, who lost his temper after being rubbed: ...