Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me
Chapter 948 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 44
Chapter 948 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 44
She didn't want to lose the wind, she lowered her head and thought for a while, staring at the buttons on his white shirt at a close distance, the perspective moved down, and it was the hand on her waist.
A little distracted.
It was really hard to resist, and she fell into the folds of the skirt, feeling a little pain at the waist and more numbness, as if his hand had already reached under her skirt, unable to block the burning temperature.
Even his bones showed the coldness and nobility of a superior, his face sank in the green smoke curling up from the fragrance of tea, and he listened to the opera in his spare time.
Such thoughts are like blasphemy.
Chu Jin'an was startled coldly, and when he came back to his senses, he was very guilty, not daring to let Fu Rongheng know what he was thinking, and moved his body uncomfortably on his lap, secretly wondering if Fourth Master's hands were very valuable.
She shook the precious heavy wood table next to her with her fingers, looked at the tea he had drunk, and faltered, with a soft ending like a reproach.
"How can the fourth brother be so coaxing, he doesn't even show his face, it's too perfunctory."
She just wanted to see him.
At that time, she was indeed angry too, but who would have thought that what happened to the jade pendant later, she still dared not tell Fu Rongheng that she felt guilty even looking into his eyes, and it was her fault again.
Fu Rongheng sat there very steadily, with warm and fragrant nephrite on his legs, and he was listening to Qianqiu opera. Hearing this, he laughed and didn't speak, leaning against the gloomy light and shadow.
There was no one to disturb him in the secluded wing, when he lowered his eyes and didn't speak, he was leisurely, elegant and dignified.
It seemed that they were really interested, and they listened to the play in silence. The two of them stayed silent for a while, and he refused to let her go if she wanted to. Then he looked at her and said, "Unbutton the shirt for me."
Chu Jin'an was stunned for two seconds, shocked by his words.
In this posture, looking at the shirt button he had buttoned all the way to the top, he realized that it must be too restrained and uncomfortable.
He has always been solemn and upright to the outside world, even when he is listening to an opera, he is not so relaxed because of the presence of outsiders.
Chu Jin'an raised her hand to touch his shirt collar, the edges and corners were so flat that it would hurt people, she didn't dare to look into his eyes for some reason, she knew he was looking at her.
She gently and earnestly helped him unbutton the two shirt buttons without looking closely, but the outline of the collarbone still came into view, making one's face hot.
This body and bones are too cold, high above the top, and the clothes are forbidden. Many people yearn for it, but they can't invade it.
Now that she is close at hand, with such an intimate posture, she has fulfilled her youthful desires.
In the breath, there was a faint fragrance from his body, that kind of old and ancient smell, which taught people to wake up.
"It smells like rouge." Chu Jin'an's throat was itchy, and he deliberately picked on it.
Kicking the iron board, Fu Rongheng raised his eyes: "Come on, they never got close to me."
Chu Jin'an hummed softly, but in the next second, he was turned away carelessly.
With her back to him, she sat on his lap, leaning against the man with her back, and couldn't help but make a sound in a daze, small and weak.
But before she could say anything, a cool kiss landed on her earlobe.
Chu Jin'an trembled, and subconsciously clenched his hands: "Fourth Brother..."
His kiss was too cold, and his mouth was thin. He kissed her all the way down her earlobe, and when it fell on her face, there was a burning sensation. His mouth was slightly opened, and breath was sprinkled on her ear, and his voice was very low, with few desires. : "Don't want to?"
The question is plain, but it seems to be a voodoo.
Chu Jin'an couldn't see his face, but could only feel his silent breath on his face, staying for a long time: "There is someone."
She whispered, brain blank, God, this is ridiculous...
As soon as the spectators downstairs looked up, they could see the people in the shadow of the window through the window.
How could he do whatever he wanted in such a place.
(End of this chapter)
She didn't want to lose the wind, she lowered her head and thought for a while, staring at the buttons on his white shirt at a close distance, the perspective moved down, and it was the hand on her waist.
A little distracted.
It was really hard to resist, and she fell into the folds of the skirt, feeling a little pain at the waist and more numbness, as if his hand had already reached under her skirt, unable to block the burning temperature.
Even his bones showed the coldness and nobility of a superior, his face sank in the green smoke curling up from the fragrance of tea, and he listened to the opera in his spare time.
Such thoughts are like blasphemy.
Chu Jin'an was startled coldly, and when he came back to his senses, he was very guilty, not daring to let Fu Rongheng know what he was thinking, and moved his body uncomfortably on his lap, secretly wondering if Fourth Master's hands were very valuable.
She shook the precious heavy wood table next to her with her fingers, looked at the tea he had drunk, and faltered, with a soft ending like a reproach.
"How can the fourth brother be so coaxing, he doesn't even show his face, it's too perfunctory."
She just wanted to see him.
At that time, she was indeed angry too, but who would have thought that what happened to the jade pendant later, she still dared not tell Fu Rongheng that she felt guilty even looking into his eyes, and it was her fault again.
Fu Rongheng sat there very steadily, with warm and fragrant nephrite on his legs, and he was listening to Qianqiu opera. Hearing this, he laughed and didn't speak, leaning against the gloomy light and shadow.
There was no one to disturb him in the secluded wing, when he lowered his eyes and didn't speak, he was leisurely, elegant and dignified.
It seemed that they were really interested, and they listened to the play in silence. The two of them stayed silent for a while, and he refused to let her go if she wanted to. Then he looked at her and said, "Unbutton the shirt for me."
Chu Jin'an was stunned for two seconds, shocked by his words.
In this posture, looking at the shirt button he had buttoned all the way to the top, he realized that it must be too restrained and uncomfortable.
He has always been solemn and upright to the outside world, even when he is listening to an opera, he is not so relaxed because of the presence of outsiders.
Chu Jin'an raised her hand to touch his shirt collar, the edges and corners were so flat that it would hurt people, she didn't dare to look into his eyes for some reason, she knew he was looking at her.
She gently and earnestly helped him unbutton the two shirt buttons without looking closely, but the outline of the collarbone still came into view, making one's face hot.
This body and bones are too cold, high above the top, and the clothes are forbidden. Many people yearn for it, but they can't invade it.
Now that she is close at hand, with such an intimate posture, she has fulfilled her youthful desires.
In the breath, there was a faint fragrance from his body, that kind of old and ancient smell, which taught people to wake up.
"It smells like rouge." Chu Jin'an's throat was itchy, and he deliberately picked on it.
Kicking the iron board, Fu Rongheng raised his eyes: "Come on, they never got close to me."
Chu Jin'an hummed softly, but in the next second, he was turned away carelessly.
With her back to him, she sat on his lap, leaning against the man with her back, and couldn't help but make a sound in a daze, small and weak.
But before she could say anything, a cool kiss landed on her earlobe.
Chu Jin'an trembled, and subconsciously clenched his hands: "Fourth Brother..."
His kiss was too cold, and his mouth was thin. He kissed her all the way down her earlobe, and when it fell on her face, there was a burning sensation. His mouth was slightly opened, and breath was sprinkled on her ear, and his voice was very low, with few desires. : "Don't want to?"
The question is plain, but it seems to be a voodoo.
Chu Jin'an couldn't see his face, but could only feel his silent breath on his face, staying for a long time: "There is someone."
She whispered, brain blank, God, this is ridiculous...
As soon as the spectators downstairs looked up, they could see the people in the shadow of the window through the window.
How could he do whatever he wanted in such a place.
(End of this chapter)
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