Throughout the night, Chu Zhi received three phone calls from her first father. She faced Lu Jiaheng's gaze and pretended to answer it as if nothing had happened.
Finally, there is a WeChat video, Chu Zhi didn't know what to do, and ran away from the temple again and went downstairs to go home to pick up the video.
Chu's father was like an old detective in the criminal police team. Chu Zhi had never seen his eyes so sharp before, so Chu Zhi walked around the house with his mobile phone, took photos of every corner, dawdled for half an hour, and finally wanted to log in. When the plane was over, she was reluctant, and she was dragged away by Ms. Deng and went to the security check with a worried look.
Chu Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, turned her head, and met your guess.
You guessed that standing at her feet, big blue eyes looked at her with a "meow".
That voice, that expression, that look, for some reason, Chu Zhi suddenly felt a guilty conscience.
She thought for a while, took a can of food for him, squatted beside him and watched him licking and licking: "Guess, I'll give you a snack today, you'll be good."
"Meow."
"I'll go upstairs to play for a while, and I'll be back in a while. You are not allowed to complain."
You guessed it looked up: "Meow meow."
Chu Zhi thought he was right, scratched his head with a smile, and couldn't wait to run upstairs.
At the beginning of dinner, Zhi Zhi called a red oil hand.
This shop is small. I went to eat it once before Chuzhi. The soup is fragrant and spicy. The sauce is slightly smaller than the wonton. The filling of fresh meat is scooped up with a spoon and eaten with the soup. It is spicy and fresh.
Chu Zhi ate a handful of snot and tears, and couldn't stop, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, clinging to the coffee table and sniffing her nose.
She eats slowly, Lu Jiaheng has already finished eating, she is sitting on the sofa with a notebook in her hand, and Chu Zhi is watching a movie while eating, watching the loyal dog Hachiko, crying.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head to the side and looked at her amusingly: "The snot is all drawn."
Chu Zhi glared at him with tears in her eyes and red eyes, with the hand in her mouth, and didn't speak.
Lu Jiaheng turned off the TV: "There's no one crying to eat, watch it after eating."
Chu Zhi wiped the snot that she didn't know if it was spicy or from crying: "Lu Jiaheng, I want to have a dog."
He bowed his head again: "You don't have to guess."
"Cats and dogs are different," Chu Zhi swallowed the last hand and pushed the bowl, "I'll raise a dog and let him be your companion."
Lu Jiaheng remembered the lustful cat, and paused when typing on the keyboard, "Foster a mother, or the dog will be bullied to death by him."
It was Chu Zhi who didn't believe him. She felt that her family was the most obedient cat in the world: "No, if you are so obedient, she will protect my little brother."
Lu Jiaheng hummed and said, "Lust cat."
Chuzhi protects the calf eagerly: "You are talented."
Lu Jiaheng finally raised his eyes and glanced at her, but he didn't object.
He leaned on the sofa, put one hand on the sofa cushion, and taught her a lesson: "Girl, there is nothing wrong with men."
Chuzhi rolled his eyes and accused him: "You are you, don't you think that men all over the world are as rogues as you?"
"Okay," Lu Jiaheng nodded, closed the notebook, put it on the coffee table next to him, leaned over, stretched out his hand, and put her on his lap like a little kitten.
Chu Zhi was startled, and straddled him, her skirt turned up, her knees bent, and she half-kneeled on the sofa.
She lifted her head against his chest and blinked at him.
Lu Jiaheng put his hand on the back of her neck and pressed forward.
Chuzhi's head was pressed against his chest by him, making a muffled sound.
She squeaked, and the tip of her nose became sore, suspecting that the man was made of iron.
Before the soreness had eased, she felt his cold fingers covering her waist and digging in along the hem of her clothes.
The fingertips were attached to the skin around his waist. Chu Zhi seemed to be frozen by his temperature, and he shivered. Like a small goldfish, he fluttered twice in his arms, but his head was pressed firmly against his chest, unable to move.
His fingertips ran up the skin.
Chuzhi leaned against the soft sofa on her knees and ran around for a while, but found no effect. Under the absolute shackles of the man, her strength was so weak that it could be ignored.
Chu Zhi gave up, slumped in his arms, and buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled: "Lu Jiaheng—"
"Huh?" He replied softly, lazily.
"Where are you touching..."
At this time, the man's hand went up along the navel, stopped, and covered.
Chu Zhi had already started to tremble.
He paused, bowed his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you going home today?"
"… "
Chu Zhi paused and said in a low voice, "Yes, I just promised you to guess, you must be faithful to your words..."
He chuckled and squeezed twice: "In other words, fuck me today?"
Chu Zhi's body was weak, she shrank in his arms and rubbed, her small head swooped up, her forehead rested on his shoulder, she lightly bit his shoulder, shivering: "How do you—"
Lu Jiaheng didn't stop, and said in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing here, how can it be like a pudding."
Chu Zhi's hands and feet were soft, and her face started to get hot and hot.
She blushed, her head buried in his neck, biting the tip of her tongue, numb.
For some reason, Chu Zhi suddenly remembered just now, he was sitting on the sofa holding his laptop, focusing on the screen, his fingertips fell on the keyboard and tapped.
At this moment, the hands were probing in and running up along the hem of the clothes, doing evil and evil.
Chu Zhi felt like the keyboard on his computer now, fully feeling the flexibility of the man's slender fingers.
Her eyes were red, she opened her mouth and bit his neck hard, sniffed, and refused to make a sound.
And he seemed to have made up his mind to hear her voice, and his attack became heavier and heavier.
Chuzhi clasped his arm, her fingertips digging into the upper arm muscles through the fabric.
Push up the clothes on the chest.
Chu Zhi finally couldn't help speaking out and hit him hard: "Can you turn off the lights..."
"No," he murmured, his other hand reaching into his skirt, "why do you turn off the light..."
She was about to cry, and her voice was high: "Lu Jiaheng!"
Lu Jiaheng buried his head, smiled lowly, his chest trembled, and softly discussed with her: "Then go into the bedroom and turn on a lamp? I want to see you."
Chu Zhi was furious: "Are you a pervert!"
"Well," he turned up his skirt, "it's a bastard..."
Chuzhi raised his hand angrily, slapped his face and pushed his buried head away: "You are now invulnerable, right!"
Lu Jiaheng ignored her, still picked her up like he was grabbing a chick, and walked to the bedroom.
Chu Zhi was carried into the bedroom by him, and the clothes that had been unbuttoned and hung on her body slipped down. She dragged her up and down, kicking her legs straight: "Lamp! Deng Deng Deng!"
He still ignored him, and threw the person on the bed and covered it up. The big man about 1.8 meters was pressed down, his bones were hard and his muscles were so strong that Chuzhi almost suffocated. He put his arm on her ear and smiled with his head down. Your Intel ad?"
At this time, Chu Zhi even took a little thought out to discuss this issue with him seriously, she swallowed: "There are five kicks in the Intel advertisement."
Lu Jiaheng laughed, put his fingers in and twitched, and threw it on the ground: "Can you be more mindful? Pay attention to the occasion?"
She shrank her shoulders and grabbed the sheet next to her. The whole figure seemed to be on fire. She didn't know if she was angry or ashamed: "Can't you turn off the light! If you don't turn it off, I won't do it!"
He bowed his head, bit her lips, raised his hand to cover her eyes.
It was silent for a few seconds.
Chu Zhi's line of sight was covered, but he seemed to be able to clearly feel the shooting of his line of sight. An inexplicable sense of unease and shame spread, and the whole person shrank and was held down by him again.
Only then did Lu Jiaheng speak slowly, and his voice was a little more hoarse than before: "Is this okay?"
"..." Chu Zhi grabbed his wrist and shook it away, "Get out of bed."
"No," Lu Jiaheng simply refused, pinching her wrist and pressing it on top of her head, pushing her knees up.
This is obviously beyond the maximum limit Chuzhi can bear.
The skirt covered her fair belly, she let out a low cry, and before he had time to react, his lips fell.
Starting from the forehead and going all the way down, the dense and long entanglement seems to stretch to the end of the world.
Chuzhi was like a shrimp in a pot, her whole body changed color in shame, and after shaking uncontrollably, she fluttered weakly twice.
She bit her knuckles and whimpered.
Lu Jiaheng's big palm couldn't be shaken at all, he held her firmly, his teeth bit the flesh on the inside of her knee, raised his eyes, his eyes were dark and dangerous: "Be louder..."
Chu Zhiren kept shrinking back, her eyes were red from being bullied, her voice was soft and seductive, trembling: "Lu Jiaheng, are you in a hurry..."
Lu Jiaheng laughed angrily at her, stood up again, grabbed her wrist and pulled down: "Touch yourself to see if I'm in a hurry."
Chu Zhi shrank her hands in horror: "No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong."
Lu Jiaheng squeezed her two wrists with one hand and buckled them again, and said in a low voice, "Sister, Brother Lu has been waiting for you for four years, and his hands are going to be broken."
He tilted his head, licked and bit the tip of her ear, his voice seemed to be a mixture of fine sand and waves, low-pitched and sexy, "Don't play with me..."
Chu Zhi was tensed, staring at the dim ceiling above.
For no reason, I suddenly remembered the situation when they first met.
On the school day, the man stood beside the temporary shed built by the volunteers, wearing black clothes and black pants, holding a can of Coke in his hand and holding it to his lips, listening to the person next to him talking to him.
He didn't stand up straight either, leaning against the table with his back slightly hunched, his eyes slightly lowered, and standing there casually, his black shirt was copied up, revealing his beautifully muscular forearms.
The next second, he lifted his eyes and looked at each other.
Those dark and beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly to look at her, the sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves, his eyes seemed to contain light.
Chu Zhi closed her eyes, broke her wrist from his hand, lifted it up, and hugged his neck.
She shuddered and hooked him down, her warm lips imprinted on the corner of the man's long and slightly raised eyes, and the whole person slowly stretched out, silently inviting.
Lu Jiaheng made a move and his breathing became heavier.
Like a rose blooming in the middle of the night, the thorny stems and leaves wrapped tightly around his neck, the thorns penetrated the skin, tore the arteries, and the warm blood gushed silently, but it still made people reluctant to break free.
I want to embrace the rose into the blood, I want her to be closer to me, and closer.