Chapter 807： The president is a voice control! twenty one

There was not much expression on that little face. If he insisted on describing it, Qiao Sirui looked at it carefully, and probably saw a little capital of lifelessness in Chu Ci's eyes.

Then the little girl yawned, and a little bit of glitter came out, and it was stained on the little girl’s eyelashes. Those eyes were also extremely beautiful, as if they had just been washed with water, they were clear and beautiful, because they were a little closer, When yawning, Chu Ci made the very deep inhalation of the little milk sound, which made Qiao Sirui who was already indulged in Chu Ci's voice tremble suddenly, and then slowly exhaled with Chu Ci's breath. Go in one go.

Chu Ci raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and wiped off the tears that had just been squeezed out from the yawn in his eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to have a slightly funny smile. Looking at Qiao Sirui in front of him, his voice was still vague. Yes, the corners of his lips were slightly bent, and he half-squinted at him, "How about this class?"

"It's okay." Qiao Sirui raised his eyebrows, said, and by the way, he raised his hand and waved the notebook he brought. He has been in a small class. This person has memorized something in his notebook, although the handwriting is a little sloppy. But it can be seen that he did indeed listen.

"Are you actually listening?"

Seeing the little girl's eyes widened slightly, her small body leaned over to look at the notebook in his hand, Qiao Sirui's eyes were dim, and Chu Ci's face was slightly sleepy.

The little girl's face was not very good yesterday, but today's face is still slightly pale, and when the little girl called yesterday, she naturally knew that the little girl was sick.

It was a little hot in the room, she sweated a little, some hair strands stuck to her forehead, her body had a fresh milky shower cream smell, soft and sweet like cake cream, asking people to feel extra comfortable.

This is the first time that Qiao Sirui, who has never liked sweets, feels that sweets make people happy. It is not unreasonable.

‘Qiao Sirui’s love value +2, currently 17. ’

Chu Ci took the notebook in his hand and turned two pages casually. Because of her actions, the two of them inevitably got closer together. Qiao Silui raised his brow slightly, letting Chu Ci move, and then raised his hand extremely. Naturally, she took off the strands of Chu Ci sticking to her forehead.

The faint lemon scent on his body suddenly got closer, with the scorching heat between him, so gently passing her forehead, Chu Ci looked up at him.

This person didn't feel that people were getting close. Leaning on the back of the chair, the sub-Jingcheng Master's accent was very nice, and the melody that he carried from time to time made people couldn’t help but chuckle. Teasing his own feelings.

But in fact, it was just his usual sloppy talk.

"I heard that you were sick recently?" Qiao Sirui asked, still holding Chu Ci's slightly sweaty hair, but this time I didn't dare to pull like before and let the little girl blow her hair. , So she raised her hand to Chu Ci not to go behind her ears.

"I had a fever before, but now it's healed." Chu Ci returned the notebook in his hand, and then nodded in response. He shrank back and sat down in his own chairs. The two of them were still close. The distance is also suddenly opened.

The corner of Qiao Sirui's lips pressed, and he glanced at her.