The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 948 Old Affairs of 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 close range, the perspective moved down, and it was the hand on her waist.

   I'm a little distracted.

   It was really hard to resist, and she was caught in the folds of the skirt, feeling a little pain on the side of her waist, more numbness, as if his hand had already reached under her skirt, unable to block the burning temperature.

  He showed the coldness and nobility of a superior even in his bones, 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's cold spirit came back to his senses, he was very guilty, he didn't dare to let Fu Rongheng know what he was thinking, he moved his body uncomfortably on his leg, secretly wondering if Fourth Master's hands are very valuable.

   She was shaking the precious heavy wood table next to her with her fingers, looking at the tea he had drunk, and faltering, the ending sound was soft 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, but who would have thought that what happened to Yupei 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, didn't speak, and leaned against the gloomy light and shadow.

  No one disturbs you in the secluded wing. When he lowers his eyes and doesn't speak, he looks leisurely, elegant and dignified.

   It seemed that they were really interested. They listened to the play in silence. The two remained silent for a while, and he refused to let her go when she wanted to. Then he looked at her and said, "Unbutton the shirt for me."

  Chu Jin'an was stunned for two seconds, because he was shocked by his words.

   In this posture, I looked at the shirt button he had buttoned all the way to the top, and then realized that it should 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 seemed to scratch people, somehow she didn't dare to look into his eyes, she knew he was looking at her.

  She gently and earnestly helped him unbutton the two shirt buttons, but she didn't take a closer look, but the outline of the collarbone still came into view, making her face hot.

  This body and bones are too cold, high above the top, with forbidden colors under the clothes, many people yearn for it, but they can't invade it at all.

  Now she is close at hand, with such an intimate posture, she has fulfilled her youthful desires.

   In his 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 the next second, he was turned away carelessly.

  With her back facing him, she sat on his lap, her back leaning against the man, and she couldn't help making a blank, small and weak sound.

   But before she could say anything, a cool kiss fell on her earlobe.

  Chu Jinan 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 landed on her face, causing a burning sensation. His slightly opened mouth breathed on her ear, 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, he could only feel his silent breath on his face, and stayed for a long time: "There is someone."

   she whispered, mind blank, man, this is ridiculous...

  As soon as the spectators downstairs look up, they can see the shadow of the window through the window.

  In such a place, how could he do as he pleases.

  (end of this chapter)