Chapter 263： No one can hit 43

Chu Ci:...

Where did it come from? Isn't she stuffed?

Qin Yishu was holding this piece of fabric and looking at it over and over again, and Chu Ci slightly avoided his body with a hot breath, and he rubbed it up so reluctantly.

He blinked his eyes like this, and looked at Chu Ci with the cloth in his hand, "Is this porcelain treasure used for corsets?"

Is this thing that made him miss the truth again and again?

Not only find out, but also ask.

Chu Ci paused, raising his hand as if to reach his cheek.

Then Qin Yishu was slightly stunned, waiting for Chu Ci's hand to come up, he saw Chu Ci's lips bend slightly, pulling the piece of fabric from his hand very quickly, and then stuffing it into his pillow the following.

The action was completed in one go, and Qin Yishu's groggy brain did not react at once, and he could only watch Chu Ci's movements blankly.

Holding the cloth belt in his hand, his eyes were covered by Chu Ci's hand stretched over, "I'm still sick, making trouble, sleeping."

go to bed?

I don't want to just sleep like this.

Qin Yishu's eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes ran across Chu Ci's palm. He didn't know what he was thinking of. He raised his hand to hold Chu Ci's slightly cold wrist, and moved Chu Ci's hand slightly. Pulling it down, the expression on his face is somewhat subtle.

"So from before, did Cheng Anan know it?" He looked at Chu Ci, "Do you still tie this belt for you?"

Thinking of what he saw that morning, his groggy mind turned quickly at this time.

My eyes were dark, with a faint dissatisfaction.

Cheng Anan knows, he doesn't?

Besides, you have been with Chu Ci for so long and have tied the belt for her for so long?

"She..." Chu Ci was about to speak when she was interrupted by this guy.

He turned over and pressed it up, his extremely high body temperature leaned very close, his voice vaguely aggrieved, "I don't want to listen, nor do I want to sleep."

There used to be someone closer to Chu Ci than him. This made him... jealous from the bottom of his heart, jealously mad.

"Then what do you want to do?"

He did not hesitate, "I want porcelain treasures."

He said that his eyes were slightly bent, as if he had figured out something.

It used to be before, but it won't be anymore. From now on, he will be the closest to the porcelain treasure.

His fingertips trembled slightly, he went to Chuci's clothes. Obviously, the heat hadn't subsided, and his blush was red. He looked aggrieved and pitiful, but he was doing rogue behavior.

Chu Ci grabbed her hand and put it on her cheek, "You are still feverish."

"Well... porcelain treasure, my hand hurts." His lips came up, insisting on not stopping.

I didn't feel pain in my hands just now when I was making trouble, but now I feel pain in my hands?

Only half of his clothes were ripped off between the gods, Chu Ci raised his hand and tugged at his clothes dumbfoundedly, "Small || Hooligan?"

The dizzy little madman didn't deny it, but was buried in her neck and whispered, his fluffy head rubbed randomly with excessive heat, his voice hoarse and dim, "Want... ...Will you give it to me?"

Before Chu Ci had spoken, he felt that the place where he was buried in his neck was slightly hot and humid. Chu Ci paused slightly, pinching his chin with his fingers and lifting his head slightly.

Seeing his red eyes, he blinked, "It's all taken advantage of by you, so why are you crying for me?"