Chu Ci: ...
Where did she get this from? Didn't she stuff it in?
Qin Yishu held the piece of cloth and looked at it over and over again. Chu Ci slightly avoided his hot body, but he kept rubbing against her.
Just like that, she blinked and looked at Chu Ci with the cloth in her hand, "Is this for Cibao's chest binding?"
Is this the thing that makes him miss the truth again and again?
Not only do you find it, you also have to ask.
Chu Ci paused and raised her hand as if to reach for his cheek.
Then, when Qin Yishu was slightly stunned and waiting for Chu Ci's hand to reach out, he saw Chu Ci's lips slightly curved, and she quickly pulled the piece of cloth from his hand and stuffed it under her pillow.
The movements were done in one go, so fast that Qin Yishu's drowsy brain couldn't react for a moment. He could only stare blankly at Chu Ci's movements.
His hand was still pinching the cloth, and his eyes were covered by Chu Ci's hand. "You are still sick, why are you making such a fuss? Go to sleep."
sleep?
I don't want to sleep like this.
Qin Yishu blinked, and his long eyelashes kept brushing against Chu Ci's palm. He didn't know what he remembered. He raised his hand and held Chu Ci's slightly cold wrist, and pulled Chu Ci's hand down slightly, with a subtle expression on his face.
"So Cheng Anan knew about this from the beginning?" He looked at Chu Ci, "and helped you tie this belt?"
Thinking of what he saw that morning, his originally groggy mind began to work faster.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Cheng Anan knows, but he doesn’t?
And he has been with Chu Ci for so long and helped her tie the belt for so long?
"She..." Chu Ci was about to speak when she was interrupted by this guy.
He turned over and pressed on me, his extremely high body temperature very close to me, and his voice was faintly aggrieved, "I don't want to listen, and I don't want to sleep."
There was once someone who was closer to Chu Ci than him, and this made him... jealous from the bottom of his heart, jealous to the point of madness.
"So what do you want to do?"
He said without hesitation, "I want porcelain treasure."
As he spoke, his eyes curved slightly, as if he had figured something out.
That was in the past, and it won’t happen again in the future. From now on, he will be the closest to Cibao.
His fingertips trembled slightly as he pulled at Chu Ci's clothes. It was obvious that the fever had not subsided yet. His face was flushed red. He looked aggrieved and pitiful, but he was acting like a hooligan.
Chu Ci held her hand, pinched it and placed it on her cheek, "You still have a fever."
"Well... Cibao, my hand hurts." His lips moved closer, and he refused to stop.
Your hand didn’t hurt when you were making a fuss just now, but it hurts now?
In the blink of an eye, half of his clothes were torn off. Chu Ci raised her hand and tugged at his clothes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Little hooligan?"
The dizzy and whimpering little lunatic didn't deny it. He just buried his head in her neck and whispered. His furry head rubbed against her randomly with the excessive heat, his voice hoarse and slightly dark, "You want... give it to me, okay?"
Before Chu Ci could say anything, she felt a slight dampness and heat in the place where he buried his head in her neck. Chu Ci paused slightly, pinched his chin with her fingers and lifted his head slightly.
Seeing his red eyes, she blinked, "You've taken advantage of me, why are you crying in front of me?"
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