"What do you mean by turning your head away?"
Chu Ci bent her knees and pressed against the foot of the bed, tapping his chest repeatedly, feeling quite dissatisfied with the fact that he looked at her a few times and then quickly looked away.
The little guy had just finished taking a bath. His skin was a sickly pale color, and he was quite thin and frail. He looked weak and didn't look like a very healthy child.
But at this moment, because of the mist of hot water, Chu Ci's fair skin was faintly pink, looking like a peach that was just about to ripen. You could feel the abundant moisture in it when you pinched it.
How do you look at it, how do you like it...
Afraid of looking at her any longer, the two men couldn't help but raise their hands and knock her down.
Jiang Huaizuo's eyes, mixed with a hint of gray, dimmed slightly. He thought so in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He even raised his hand, stared at Chu Ci's hair, and spoke.
"I'll help you wipe it."
Those cat eyes staring straight at me with a look of longing in them were irresistible.
He usually has a cold face and not many people dare to approach him, so they can't notice anything.
Until this person looked at me like this, his indifference disappeared, but his arrogance remained, like a little animal, with a hint of moisture in his eyes.
For a moment, Chu Ci's heart trembled slightly, as if something had pierced her heart.
Without thinking twice, he handed the towel in his hand to the man.
Then his eyes lit up slightly, and he pressed Chu Ci's shoulders down, allowing Chu Ci to adjust her original kneeling position. Then he raised his hand, stabilized Chu Ci, and carefully wiped Chu Ci's hair.
The soft touch on the hair made Chu Ci squint her eyes slightly, and she even tilted her head back, looking like she was enjoying it.
Jiang Huaizuo took Chu Ci's expression into consideration, paused his fingertips slightly, and moved more gently.
'Jiang Huaizuo's love value +2, currently 92.'
Then he raised his hand and his fingertips slid into Chu Ci's wet hair. The hair was too short, and this feeling made Jiang Huai feel a little regretful.
Looking down again, after all, she was at home, and Chu Ci was not wearing any underwear or a bra. A small piece of soft flesh was faintly visible in the wide fabric. If Chu Ci had not fastened the two buttons on her collar, she probably would not have been so seductive.
“Don’t be like that…”
Tempting.
Jiang Huaizuo looked at her with his eyes lowered, and felt his throat tighten. He reached out one hand and pulled Chu Ci's cheek down so that he wouldn't see her expression and the white patches on her face.
With less stimulation, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
He continued to wipe Chu Ci's hair, but saw Chu Ci glance sideways, her round almond eyes looking at him, moist and bright, with a misty light in her eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion, "What's wrong?"
"It's not easy to wipe in that position."
Jiang Huaizuo pressed Chu Ci's head down again and spoke seriously, but in the corner that Chu Ci didn't see, the color in his eyes was different.
In fact, he couldn't accept such temptation.
Recovering his composure, Jiang Huaizuo continued to wipe the hair in his hands, secretly picking up a strand from time to time and playing with it on his fingertips.
"I regret it."
Jiang Huaizuo had almost completely dried Chu Ci's hair but was still reluctant to let go.
Chu Ci's hair, which was stuck together by small water droplets, was separated little by little.
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