Chapter 625： It's something wrong with Zhengtai cultivation 40

When Chu Ci raised his hand to touch him, he raised his hand and held Chu Ci's hand, pressed it, and moved his face.

He was still wearing a lab coat, and his expression was faint, his face was full of abstinence, but his actions were indescribable.

Even if the gesture of holding hands is made by him, it has a somewhat lingering taste, as if because of missing a lot of time, or being emotionally connected with another personality, he can't touch Chu Ci at all. So every move seems to bring a little obsession.

His face leaned over, with a dangerous color under his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

As if feeling that just a hug was not enough, he blinked and leaned forward again, "I want to kiss."

The feeling of holding is as comfortable as he imagined, is this pink lips kiss the same as he imagined.

He thought so, and pressed it up like this, the hot breath approached quickly, and finally he pressed Chu Ci’s lips and rubbed it gently, as if he had gotten something he liked, softly, and then tentatively in.

His current personality is full of exclusivity and aggression. It is different from the previous personality that seems to be a little childish. His breathing is burning, and the tip of his tongue is swept around. Finally he comes in, the original gentleness is suddenly torn Broken, patrolling Chu Ci's mouth with a bit of domineering.

Chu Ci raised his hand and hugged his neck with his backhand. He couldn't gasp for a few deep breaths. Finally, he pinched his arm and used some strength to push him away.

The bath towel that was tightly wrapped around her body had already been torn off by one corner, but it was still loosely concealing the place that should be covered. A regret was drawn across Zhao Jinhuai's eyes, and the tip of her tongue came out and licked the corner of her lips, as if she was remembering Chu Ci's taste is not annoying even if Chu Ci pushes it away, but it is about to come up again.

The meaning is very clear, and I want to kiss.

Even if he changed his personality, the only thing that didn't change was his sticky nature. Chu Ci raised his hand to his chest and grabbed the towel on his body.

Drive him into the next room, this is the change of clothes.

It is the same as the clothes Zhao Jinhuai wore, except that this one fits a lot more than the previous military uniform. Chu Ci has a vague and sophisticated feeling when worn on her body. The hair is still wet, and the water drops. It dripped onto the white protective clothing coat, smudging a slightly deep color.

When Chu Ci opened the door and wanted to call him back, I saw him hanging his head like this, hugging his chest with his hands, and leaning against the wall in the corridor.

I don't know when I was waiting at the door again.

He raised his eyes when he heard the sound, glanced at Chu Ci's tight neckline, and pressed the corners of his lips, as if he didn't have enough meaning.

Those gazes seemed to be able to turn into substance, one by one, he unbuttoned Chu Ci's clothes.

He made no secret of Chu Ci's obsession.

Pervert?

Chu Ci laughed, raised his hand to hold his clothes, and waved him over.

His movements were extremely natural. He raised his hand and hugged Chu Ci into his arms, lowered his head and sniffed the smell of Chu Ci's hair, and took Chu Ci into the room with satisfaction.

Chu Ci rubbed his chest naturally, tilting his head and wondering what he was thinking.