Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

With his face approaching, Yan Jibai was afraid that his breath would break the person in front of him for a moment.

"Fortunately, I came back in time, and they actually used the trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain." The person squatting in front of him said.

The voice was very familiar to the ear, low and arrogant, it seemed that only this face was worthy of this voice.

Yan Jibai heard the sound of his own heart beating, thump, thump, thump, thump, beat fast and hot.

"Are you okay?" Shen Chun reached out and touched his cheek, "It seems a little hot, the wind and cold are not gone yet, people are really fragile."

Yan Jibai exhaled lightly, the feeling of fear seemed to dissipate, as if all the sins were washed away at once: "Are you Shen Chun?"

Shen Chun was slightly stunned, and said with a light smile: "Ah, it took a little effort to beat that Rakshasa, I said why does it keep running, am I scary?"

Yan Jibai looked at the smile on his lips, propped himself up on the ground and slowly got up and said, "It's not scary, it's pretty good-looking."

Shen Chun narrowed his eyes slightly, watching his reddish earlobe suddenly approaching, and confirmed when the man's gaze stopped and suddenly shifted away.

"What are you doing all of a sudden?" Yan Jibai asked after swallowing his Adam's apple.

"You like my face." Shen Chun stretched out his hand and raised his chin and approached him, "I should have said it earlier, if I had known you were lustful, I would have shown my appearance earlier."

Yan Jibai couldn't refute, he never knew that he was so lustful, but the other party's every frown and smile were so beautiful, the kind that people couldn't take their eyes off: "I don't know your character if you show yourself earlier .”

"Get to know it slowly." Shen Chun tentatively pressed his lips, and kissed him this time without any resistance.

Yan Jibai felt the cold touch, but his heart warmed up when the hand hugged him. The previous feeling of resistance seemed to be washed away by this moment.

"Here I come! Dr. Yan! You evil ghost..." The door of the room was knocked open, and a figure barged in.

Yan Jibai opened his eyes, looked at the figure barging in at the door, and then at the young man with a sombre face that was almost dripping, clasped his neck and kissed him again, and then he was kissed even deeper.

Cheng Xin stared at the inseparable scene in front of him, and froze in place.

This... how did this still kiss?