It was already morning when Chuzheng returned, and she lay down on the sofa.
The evil spirit floated around the corner of the stairs, looking at her with a poking head.
He watched for a while, then floated back upstairs.
"She's back... But I don't think she has any intention of coming up." The evil ghost reported to Xia Han.
"What happened to her?" Xia Han was a little nervous: "Injured?"
"No." The devil shook his head.
"Open the door for me." Xia Han looked at the evil ghost.
The evil ghost stepped back in horror: "No... no."
"Come on." Xia Han glared at him.
Devil: "..."
I can't control my hands anymore.
But he didn't want to be killed.
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Chuzheng was lying on the sofa with her hand on her forehead and her eyes lightly closed.
"Little beauty?"
The wrist was caught, and the warm touch made Chuzheng open his eyes.
The purpose of entry is the delicate face of the young man, and there is a bit of worry in his beautiful pupils.
She put down her hands, looked at the stairs, and then at Xia Han.
"How did you get out?" Can't hold you anymore? !
Xia Han decided to ignore this question: "Little beauty, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." What could she do? She was disturbed by ghosts all night, and now she just wants to be quiet.
"Did anything happen last night?"
"What's the matter, can I be here?" Chu Zheng broke free from him and held his hand, and gently pulled him into his arms: "How did you get out?"
Apparently Chuzheng hadn't forgotten her first question.
Xia Han looked at the face that was close at hand, and answered cautiously: "Just... it came out then."
He pursed the corner of his lower lip and kissed directly.
The words behind Chuzheng were blocked by him.
He turned over and pressed Chuzheng on the small sofa, and the gap between the two was almost closed.
The slightly cool body under him reminded Xia Han that this person was by his side.
Chuzheng pushed his shoulders, and when Xia Han was stunned, the two changed their positions.
Chuzheng pressed his wrist, changing from passive to active.
"Wait...wait a minute." Xia Han suddenly said.
Chu Zheng paused, propped himself up and looked at him.
Xia Han was quiet for a few seconds, and then said, "It's alright."
Chuzheng kissed the corner of his lips: "He dare not come down."
After a pause: "Did he open the door for you?"
In this villa, the only person who can let him out is the evil ghost.
Xia Han: "???"
Is this the right time for you to ask this question
"Yes or no?"
"No..." Xia Han did not betray the evil spirit.
Chuzheng's kiss became elusive, Xia Han was tortured, his face had an unnatural blush, his eyes were blurred, and he was infected with a certain desire.
Xia Han did not know where the strength came from, the two of them turned their positions again, and the sofa made a slight noise.
Chu Zheng frowned slightly.
"Little beauty, it's not good for you to bully me like this." The corner of Xia Han's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile seemed to confuse people.
Chuzheng was slightly absent-minded, then Xia Han's fiery touch.
"Little beauty, don't move, I'll come." Xia Han whispered in her ear, the ambiguous breath kept moving between her neck.
Chuzheng struggled a little, and his body was a little out of control.
The ball is over.
When one is engrossed in desire, one cannot think more.
The coolness of Chuzheng's body could not quench the fiery heat of Xia Han's body.
"Little beauty..." Xia Han kissed her: "It will hurt a bit, please bear with it."
"You wait."
Xia Han paused slightly, his voice slightly hoarse: "What's wrong?"
"I want to be up there."
Xia Han kissed her neck and said softly, "I'll let you on it for a while."
Chuzheng: "???" Why does it take a while? Why! !
Just when Chuzheng was wondering, a burning sensation spread from somewhere in his body.
"Does it hurt?" Xia Han didn't move, just asked her softly.
Chu Zheng didn't say a word, and the cold color in the bottom of his eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see.
"Little beauty?" Xia Han looked at her, and suddenly panicked: "Okay, let you be on top, don't be angry."
Xia Han hugged her and turned over.
Chuzheng regained his senses, his eyes fell on Xia Han's face, and then slowly moved down...
Xia Han quickly supported her face, breathing slightly: "Baby, don't look."
Chuzheng glanced at him for a while, and she supported Xia Han's chest: "What do you call me?"
"Little beauty?"
"That's not it."
"… Baby?"
Chuzheng frowned slightly, Xia Han looked at her suspiciously, but soon Chuzheng lowered her head and kissed him.
Xia Han's reason instantly disappeared.
Only the ultimate experience remains.
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When Xia Han woke up, he was already in the room.
A lot of pictures flashed in his mind, and the young man was slightly absent-minded.
He pursed his lips like rouge, the quilt covered his chest, and the marks on his neck were like some kind of marks, showing what had happened.
There was a little smile on the white face of the young man, like a seductive fairy.
After a while, he regained his senses and turned his head to look aside.
The clothes were folded and placed next to him, and he was the only one in the room.
He took the clothes and put them on. The Chinese clothes were buttoned up, and the fascinating young man instantly turned into a precious little boy.
Xia Han walked to the door and opened the door—
did not open.
As expected.
He's not surprised at all.
Xia Han calmly turned to the window and opened the curtains. It was pitch black outside. Is it already night
The windows could be opened, so he walked to the balcony and looked down.
She should be at home...
Xia Han went back to the room to find his mobile phone, and sent a message to Chuzheng, saying that he wanted to go downstairs.
The door opened quickly, and the evil spirit stood outside with his head covered.
"Don't ask me to open the door for you again in the future, look, look, what did she make of me?!" The evil ghost complained to Xia Han.
"Thank you." Xia Han thanked with a smile, and then went downstairs.
Devil: "???" Neuropathy!
Two neuroses!
Don't do it, daddy!
The devil was so angry that he ran away from home.
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Xia Han hurried downstairs, Chuzheng sat on the sofa reading a book, he walked over with a smile and took the book from her hand.
"Little beauty."
Chuzheng looked up at him, clasped his hands, and placed them in front of him: "Awake?"
Xia Han casually flipped through the book, nothing special, just a magazine.
He put down the book and sat next to her: "Little beauty, you will be mine from now on, am I your boyfriend now?"
"You are mine." Chu Zheng corrected him seriously.
"Okay, yours." Xia Han smiled brightly: "Then am I your boyfriend?"
Chuzheng stared at him, Xia Han waiting for Chuzheng's answer.
"Theoretically yes."
"Theoretical?" Xia Han's whole body is not good: "What about the reality?"
"Between the opposite sex..." Chu Zheng swallowed a not-so-good word: "A relationship is a kind of mutual interaction between partners, so you are my boyfriend."
Xia Han was a little confused by Chuzheng's serious answer.
But the last sentence, he heard clearly.
No matter what his theory, she just admits it.