Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 970 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 66
"Come." He called her.

Fu Rongheng patted his legs, Chu Jin'an hesitated for two seconds, but he was a little embarrassed when he should get used to it, so he walked over and sat on the man's lap.

"Why are you still not used to it?" He hugged her and spoke, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"No, no..." Chu Jin'an stuttered.

He always hugged her from behind like this, played with her hands, kneading her hands repeatedly was not enough, it made Chu Jin'an's fingertips numb.

Fourth Master Fu is used to being indifferent on weekdays, sober and impersonal, so lingering physical contact like this is always rare.

But Chu Jin'an found that he seemed to like this very much recently, a habit he had developed somehow.

Fu Rongheng seemed to be aware of what she was thinking, a little drunk, and whispered in her ear.

"Our hands are very expensive today, and we can snatch fourth brother back from the gate of hell."

Chu Jin'an pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, his ears were itchy, it was his breath: "I should do it."

He didn't speak, sharing the same bed for such a long time, he knew what to do with just one look at Chu Jin'an, he reached out and unbuttoned the military uniform for him, hung it on the hanger next to him, and then dropped it to the shirt.

So he kissed it.

Those eyes, under the thin ice, were full of desire, thrillingly addicted.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness outside the house, and the bright moon in the depths of winter shines on the branches, vaguely through the window, and in the light of the lights, it is lingering to death.

Chu Jin'an lost his strength and fell into his arms, his body trembling because of his touch.

Kissing and kissing, she was laid down on the bed.

Outside the window are the sound of wind, falling snow, footsteps, inside the house, the simmering hangover soup is still bubbling, the old wooden bed is creaking, and his breathing is clearly captured by Chu Jinan.

Chu Jin'an came back to his senses, feeling a little apprehensive: "Fourth Brother..."

Fu Rongheng's movements stopped for a moment, then he suddenly woke up, looked into her eyes, like cold water pouring down, immediately got up, and said in a hoarse and restrained voice, "I'll drink some water."

Before Chu Jin'an could react, he had already left.

How could it be halfway...withdrew and left.

Chu Jin'an sat up, the window was opened a little, and the wind came in, and he felt a bit of coolness belatedly.

It was only then that Chu Jin'an realized that the loose white sweater he was wearing had a lingering breath, as clear as three or nine days of snow.

Now Chu Jin'an blushed even more, and hurriedly tugged down the sweater, with long hair draped over his shoulders, momentarily at a loss.

The room was connected to the small kitchen, and the gurgle of the hangover soup stopped, and it became very quiet, but her heart was very restless.

When Fu Rongheng came back, he saw her on the bed from a distance, the light was dim, her eyes seemed to be watery, her clothes were disheveled, and she looked at him clearly.

A girl knelt on his bed in the middle of the night, showing half of her shoulders, looking at people with such eyes, did she ever think about what would happen to a man?

That body was grown up with his own eyes.

Fu Rongheng glanced at her twice, looked away without hesitation, went straight to the window, opened the window, and the night wind came in, blowing across his neckline.

(End of this chapter)