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

  Chapter 970 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 66

   "Come." He called her.

  Fu Rongheng patted his leg, 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 Jinan stuttered.

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

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

  But Chu Jin'an found that he seems to like this very much recently, a habit he has 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 will **** the fourth brother back from the gate of hell."

  Chu Jinan pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, his ears were itchy, it was his breathing: "I should do it."

  He didn't speak, sharing the same bed for so long, he knew what to do with just one look at Chu Jin'an, 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, full of desire, thrilling indulging.

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

  He became ruthless, and reached into her white sweater to touch every inch of her body. The thin calluses in his palm touched her back. The temperature was cold, and the snow melted on her body, making her numb.

  Chu Jin'an lost his strength and fell into his arms. His body trembled a little due to his touch, and he wrinkled the white shirt into layers. He was sitting upright in a well-dressed manner, while she was breathing heavily.

  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 creaks, and his breathing is clearly captured by Chu Jinan.

  Until his hand came down, Chu Jinan came back to his senses, seeing that his eyes were still hazy, and he was a little nervous: "Fourth brother..."

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

   Before Chu Jinan could react, he had already left.

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

  Chu Jinan sat up, the heat from his body had not dissipated, and he was covered in sticky sweat.

  The window was opened a little, and the wind came in, and I felt a bit of coolness belatedly.

It was only then that Chu Jin'an realized that the loose white sweater on his body had been pushed up to his waist at some point, his skin still had his pinch marks, and the lingering breath was as clear as three or nine days of snow. .

  Chu Jinan blushed even more now, 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 sound of the sobering soup stopped, and it became very quiet, but her heart was very restless.

  Fu Rongheng came back, and from a distance away, he saw her on the bed, 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 late at night, showing half of her shoulders, and looked 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, then 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)