Chapter 1325： Worship me, my thief lucky 56

But just looking at the expression on Madoka's face.

Well, the milk is murderous.

"Go out." Seeing him motionless.

Chu Ci couldn't help but raised his hand to push him.

The strength used was a little bit big, pushing him back a step, holding Chu Ci in a dumbfounded manner, steadying his pace, lowered his head and kissed Chu Ci's forehead gently, "Can you speak well?"

"Aren't I talking well?"

Chu Ci blinked his eyes and looked at him, "How do you still want me to talk? Talking to you while turning your belly in the water?"

As soon as the little girl said this, the image of her running into the pool to sleep came out.

The corner of Fu Su's lips lifted slightly, and he pinched Chu Ci's small face, chuckled, his expression was also a bit dissatisfied, "Say well if you care about me."

Then the handsome face approached again, coaxing in a low voice, "Porcelain Bao, tell me, I want to hear."

"Want to hear?"

Chu Ci tilted his head and looked at him.

He responded in a low voice.

Then I saw the little girl baring her teeth.

There was a bad premonition in Fu Su's heart.

Then he felt a vicious bite on his chin.

It hurts to bite.

The little girl's voice immediately remembered, "I think you just want to take advantage of my illness again, so I won't be fooled by you, let me get out!"

Gee.

So fierce?

Fu Su raised his eyebrows, stood up following Chu Ci's words very obediently, stepped out of the pool, watching Chu Ci's fishtail slowly transform into human legs.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he hugged Chu Ci before Chu Ci could react.

The coat was put on the little girl.

Without the pond, where do you go to be the king?

The corners of Fu Su's lips bent slightly and smiled.

Still not forgetting to pick up the soaked little pillow and walk into the house holding Chu Ci.

Then close the door and unlock.

Hearing that voice, Chu Ci stared, and complained, "Bad guy!"

"En." Fu Su nodded lightly, put Chu Ci on the bed, and then began to untie most of his wet clothes.

The healthy and firm skin was exposed, he took off his clothes indifferently, put up a piece of clothing at random, and walked toward the bed.

Squeezing the little girl who was propping up her body, he tore away the coat he had put on her before the little girl used to resist, and threw it into one piece.

Bowed his head and kissed Chu Ci's little cheek twice.

It was Chu Ci who turned over while holding the restless Chu Ci.

The ghost knows that every time after falling asleep, the warm fragrant nephrite disappears in his arms, and how big his psychological shadow is when he wakes up.

Are you going to have a nightmare?

Thinking of this, Fu Su hugged Chu Ci, who was alive and kicking like a fish on the shore, tighter, "Porcelain treasure, you are responsible."

Chu Ci's tumultuous movements paused, and there was a little doubt in his voice, "Responsible? What responsibility?"

"You are gone, I have a nightmare." The man's short black hair is slightly messy, and it hangs so softly. It seems to be stained with the morning mist, a little wet. Looking at her directly, the emotions in his eyes are Kind of pathetic.

"Are you still afraid of nightmares?"

Chu Ci tilted his head and grabbed the clothes in front of him. Her pink and tender face was resting on his arm. She probably felt a little uncomfortable. She moved, and finally got to his chest and rested on it. Look at him with eyes open.

The standard is the kind that makes a tantrum and becomes uncomfortable, and I want to keep tantrums with you in your arms.