Yao's mother checked Yao Wei's classmates through the relationship.
Some of these people do well, some do badly, and some, like Yao Wei, are rich second-generation people, living a life of intoxication.
Xia Han also got one.
I don't know where this share came from, he woke up and put it on the table.
Xia Han looked over these and became suspicious: "Little beauty, you say, is there really a ghost in Yao Wei's villa?"
"Yes." Chu Zheng was very determined.
"Are you so sure?" Xia Han walked over with the information and sat down next to Chuzheng: "Little beauty, do you know something?"
"Guess." Can't be conceived out of thin air, right? So can it!
"..." Xia Han flipped through the information: "These people are still alive..."
Xia Han glanced at Chuzheng's lips, and his voice dropped a few degrees.
Xia Han put down the information: "Little beauty, I want to kiss."
"Ok?"
The young man's beautiful eyes were full of seriousness.
The halo of morning light fell on the eyelashes, and on the fair skin, a beautiful shadow was brushed, the lips were slightly opened, and the tip of the tongue was looming, with a seductive luster.
Chuzheng leaned against the sofa, his eyes stayed on his lips for a few seconds, and nodded.
When Xia Han asked this question, he felt uneasy in his heart.
He had even thought about Chuzheng rejecting him indifferently.
I didn't expect happiness to come so quickly.
The corners of the boy's lips curved slightly, supporting his body to kiss him.
The coldness spread all over the body in an instant.
The dragon pattern between the boy's sleeves reflected golden light, and when he raised his hand, the overly wide sleeve fell down, revealing the boy's wrist.
He wanted to hug Chuzheng's neck, but was pulled by Chuzheng, so he had to put it on her shoulder.
The teenager pryed open her lips and teeth, hooked the tip of her tongue, and lightly sucked and licked.
"Okay." Chu Zheng pushed him away.
The young man's body trembled slightly, but he was still unfulfilled, and the time was too short.
Chuzheng raised his hand, the fleece blanket on the opposite sofa automatically flew over, and Chuzheng wrapped him.
The boy puffed out his cheeks: "Little beauty, I still want to..."
"Don't die?"
"There is a saying that it is romantic to die as a ghost with peony flowers." The young man's voice was clear.
"I'm not a peony."
"That's a metaphor, the little beauty is much prettier than the peony..." Xia Han was proud, how could his little beauty be comparable to the peony.
Chuzheng wrapped him up, picked him up horizontally, and went upstairs.
She turned up the temperature in the bedroom, put the person on the bed, and pressed him halfway through the fleece blanket.
The room gradually warmed up.
Xia Han was a little hot.
He opened his eyes and looked at Chuzheng: "Little Beauty..."
Chuzheng lowered his head and pecked on his lips lightly. The latter's eyes widened slightly. Before he could react, Chuzheng had already left and kissed him again after a few seconds.
"Is it cold?" Chuzheng asked him.
"Fortunately..." Xia Han murmured.
She hadn't kissed for too long, and she separated before the cold spread, and as soon as the room warmed up, she didn't seem to feel cold anymore.
Chuzheng accurately controlled the time, trying to make Xia Han not feel cold.
buzzing...
Xia Han's phone vibrated.
Chuzheng stopped, looked at Xia Han for a few seconds, rolled over and sat beside the bed.
Being disturbed, Xia Han struggled out of the fleece blanket unhappily and answered the phone.
The call was from Yao Wei, and Xia Han responded a few times.
He hung up the phone and tugged at Chuzheng's sleeve: "Continue?"
Chuzheng squeezed his chin and kissed him: "Next time."
Xia Han was disappointed: "If only there was a way to make me not feel cold..." Then he could kiss as he wanted.
Chuzheng didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time he said, "Maybe there is."
The happiness of the body can also affect the mood.
Chuzheng was in a good mood at this time, although... I couldn't tell.
The first promise to Xia Han was because of the ghost contract. Xia Han made the request very solemnly, and she almost nodded her head.
But later...
Chuzheng wanted to do that.
It seems like I can't control myself.
Chuzheng was a little puzzled, and she threw this puzzle to the king.
[Miss, you like him. 】The King said with a smile.
"Like it?"
Emotions are complex and difficult to grasp.
Happy, troubled, painful, angry, sad... like.
These things will affect themselves, and even affect the development and outcome of the whole thing.
【Otherwise why do you want to kiss him? Only those who like it will do this~]
"Isn't it sweet and sour?" Chu Zheng asked while poking at the phone, "Why don't I feel this way?"
This is completely different from what came out.
The dog thing wants to lie to me again!
[…Miss, don’t search randomly, okay? Like this kind of thing, no one can give you a standard answer. 】
[Anyway, when you treat someone special and treat him something others don't have, you probably like it. 】
Treated like no one else...
Chuzheng said with a serious face: "That may also be because of guilt, responsibility, pity..."
[… ] The King is silent, roaring, [Stop! Miss, do you feel that because of guilt, you will want to kiss each other! ! ! 】
Chuzheng was thoughtful.
Chuzheng suddenly asked, "Won't the bastard stop me? Does it matter if I like the good guy card?"
[It doesn't matter, Miss Sister's physical and mental health and happiness are also within my scope of consideration. 】
"You are so human?"
[That is natural. 】The king is very proud.
[Miss, you find that you like Xia Han, what do you think? 】
Chuzheng replied solemnly: "Lock it up first."
【… ? ? ? ? ? 】
It presupposes all kinds of messy situations.
For example, a young lady who is completely clueless suddenly finds that she likes someone else, and she will panic.
For another example, the young lady will deny it, resolutely refuse to admit it, and maintain her image of a cold goddess.
I even thought about the possibility that Miss Sister would kill people because of being frightened.
But she didn't!
She didn't!
Nope!
She didn't panic at all, she accepted without hindrance that she liked someone, and had a very bold and strange idea that she had not presupposed at all - shut up.
Isn't this the standard configuration of black people
It knows that Miss Sister has always been very receptive...
But can she accept this kind of thing so calmly
Is the lady a devil
[Miss, wait a minute, why are you locked up? 】
"Since I like it, I have to get it. What's the problem?" Chuzheng nodded, insisting on firming up the idea for himself.
[… ] It really shouldn’t use its own short-sightedness to look at the treasured lady who can create different sparks anytime, anywhere.
The King is deeply aware of its own mistakes.
And 100,000 sympathy for Xia Han.
I haven't been blackened yet, and I was first stared at by the young lady who looked normal, but actually had a very blackened mind.
It shouldn't discuss liking this kind of thing with the young lady.
If it doesn't make it clear, the young lady will definitely think about it for a while.
It's guilty.