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

  Chapter 971 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 67

Unable to wait for the boiling hangover soup to cool down, he poured himself a glass of cold water, stood in front of the window, and took a sip with his eyes downcast. The cold water penetrated the tip of his tongue, suppressing the burning feeling in his deep throat, and made him look cold. deserted.

   Turning his face sideways, looking at the scenery outside the window.

  The shirt was still loose, and it was worn on him with most of the buttons unbuttoned. He was holding a water glass in one hand, and his wrist bones were raised.

  In the twilight, the lights shone on him. It was not the same as usual. His body, which was upright and disciplined, was stained with lust.

   My mouth is thirsty.

Chu Jin'an put his arms around his knees and sat on the head of the bed. Seeing that he was slow to come, he stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, walked behind him, put his arms around him, put his face against his straight back, and called out Said: "Fourth brother."

  Fu Rongheng let her hug her, and hummed.

  Chu Jin'an didn't know what he was thinking, did he interpret her anxiety as rejection.

  She hadn't calmed down her heartbeat yet, but mustered up her courage, her fingers slowly traced the line of the shirt, and touched the belt buckle of his army trousers, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her voice became hoarse: "I am willing."

   Now Fu Rongheng stopped completely, without making a sound.

  Chu Jin'an couldn't see his face, but could only feel his firm and powerful body, close at hand through the shirt, the strength burned to the bottom of her heart, making her throat thirsty.

  That time in the theater, or just now, she could feel that he thought about it...but they all stopped.

   She wants to too.

  Whether it is his heart or body, he wants to belong to her completely, so that he can comfort so many years of worrying about gains and losses.

  Chu Jin'an's palms were sweaty, and he unbuttoned his belt unskillfully. The two bodies hugged each other tightly in the snowy night, and the subtle voice could be heard clearly in the silence.

  Fu Rongheng held down her hand, stopped Chu Jin'an's movements, and with a force, easily brought her in front of him, leaning against the window to look at her.

   "Fourth brother is not as gentleman as you think. If you continue to act like this, you will not be able to end the scene." His voice was deep and clear, and he was still drunk, so he became a little more lazy.

  Looking at the fundus of her eyes, there is a glacier and a desire-desire, and it is hard to tell whether it is ruthless or passionate.

  Chu Jinan leaned his back against the window, his heart was restless, his fingers were still entangled with the buttons of his shirt, and he slipped down vaguely, with fair and thin cheeks, and stubbornly replied: "Then it will not end."

  Behind her was the gloomy sky. The white snow illuminated the night a little bit, intertwined with the lamps in the house, mixed into a dim and confused color, and flowed on her smooth skin.

  The left side of the off-white sweater slipped a little, revealing the charm on the shoulders. In the cold wind, she shivered a little, so fragile, would she also be shivered?

  The smile in Fu Rongheng's eyes faded away, he watched her silently, after a while, he put the cold water cup on the side cabinet, and it fell on the tip of Chu Jin'an's heart with a slap.

   She focused on the man's movements, and in the next second, she was lifted up by someone and hugged to the window frame. She leaned out half of her body and could only cling to him tightly.

  He was holding the window vigorously with one hand, pinching her chin to force her to look up, her back was still straight as a soldier, half of her face was sunken in the snow and light, without any clues, the terrible atmosphere made people confused.

   "After we go back, we will get married."

  In an instant, Chu Jinan's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

  He never said, he only did.

  He dropped a passionate kiss next to her ear: "I'll give it to you when the time comes."

  The cold wind was howling, and everything was silent, pouring into her clothes and messing up his shirt. He was dressed loosely, but he was full of abstinence, which was her yearning when she was young.

  (end of this chapter)