Chu Ci: ...
Where did this come from? Isn't she stuffed
Qin Yishu held the piece of fabric, looked it over and over again, Chu Ci slightly dodged his body with a scorching breath, and he rubbed against him so resolutely.
Just blinking her eyes like this, she held the cloth in her hand and looked at Chu Ci, "Is this for porcelain chest corsets?"
Is this something that makes him miss the truth again and again
Not only to find out but also to ask.
Chu Ci paused, raising her hand as if to reach his cheek.
Then, when Qin Yishu was slightly stunned, waiting for Chu Ci's hand to touch him, he saw the corners of Chu Ci's lips curved slightly, and he quickly pulled the piece of cloth from his hand, and then stuffed it into his pillow under.
The movement was done in one go, so fast that Qin Yishu's drowsy brain couldn't react at once, so he could only stare at Chu Ci's movements in a daze.
The movement of pinching the cloth belt was still maintained in the hand, and the eyes were covered by Chu Ci's extended hand, "I'm still sick, what's the fuss, sleep."
sleep
I don't want to just sleep like this.
Qin Yishu's eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes kept gliding across Chu Ci's palm. He didn't know what he thought of. He raised his hand to hold Chu Ci's slightly cold wrist, and gently squeezed Chu Ci's hand. Pulling it down, the expression on his face was a little subtle.
"So Cheng Anan knew about it from before?" He looked at Chu Ci, "And help you tie this belt?"
Thinking of what he saw that morning, his drowsy mind turned quickly at this moment.
His eyes were dark, with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Cheng Anan knew, he didn't know
Moreover, she has been with Chu Ci for so long, and helped her tie the belt for so long
"She..." Chu Ci was about to speak when he was interrupted by this guy.
He turned over and pressed up like this, the extremely high body temperature was very close, and the voice was vaguely aggrieved, "I don't want to listen, and I don't want to sleep."
There used to be someone who was closer to Chu Ci than him, and this made him... jealous from the bottom of his heart, so jealous that he went crazy.
"Then what do you want to do?"
Without hesitation, he said, "I want porcelain treasure."
As he spoke, his eyes slightly curved, as if he had figured out something.
In the past, that was the past, and it won't happen in the future. In the future, he will be the closest to Porcelain Treasure.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and he pulled Chu Ci's clothes. Obviously, the heat had not subsided, and his face was flushed with fever. He looked aggrieved and pitiful, but he was acting like a hooligan.
Chu Ci grabbed her hand and put it on her cheek, "You still have a fever."
"En... Porcelain, my hand hurts." His lips moved together, determined not to stop.
It didn't hurt when you were making a fuss just now, but now it hurts
Half of his clothes were torn off in this one, Chu Ci raised his hand and pulled his clothes, dumbfounded, "Little rascal?"
The dizzy and whimpering little lunatic didn't deny it, but buried in her neck and whispered, his fluffy head rubbed against her with excessive heat, his voice was hoarse and dim, "I want... Give it to me, okay?"
Before Chu Ci could speak, he felt that the place where he was buried in his neck was slightly damp and hot. Chu Ci paused slightly, pinching his chin with his fingers and lifting his head slightly.
Seeing his red eyes, he blinked, "You took advantage of it all, why are you still crying for me?"