His bright lips are like red roses stained with dew in the morning, gently curved.
" you are mine."
"forever."
Lin Qiao's closed eyelashes trembled slightly and she opened them to look at Him.
Their eyes met, her breath fell moistly and lingeringly on his face, and "Chu Ji"'s thick black eyes were covered with a layer of white mist.
She couldn't help but hold his face and gaze into those thick black eyes, where the quietly changing emotions seemed to be about to break out in the next second.
Lin Qiao was silently admiring his victory.
She knew that she would succeed in the end, and that the fruit would eventually be ripe and roll to rot at her feet.
The smart butler's camera moved to the sofa and cast a virtual figure, "It's 7 o'clock in the evening, do you need me to cook dinner?"
Lin Qiao blinked, her fingers loosened his collar, and a button that had been pulled off lay in the palm of her hand.
She just couldn't control her strength, so she silently stuffed the button under the gap in the sofa and hid it.
"Chu Ji" hugged her up, half-opening her collar, her expression softened but there was still lust that had not completely retreated. The warm lamp in the living room fell on her face and turned it into a vivid high-end oil painting, which was incredibly beautiful.
Lin Qiao looked at him in a daze.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Chu Ji" enjoyed her infatuated eyes and felt pleasure from the bottom of his heart. He gave up trying to find out her motives for becoming a fisherman who deliberately swung his rod to bait. His palms followed the ups and downs of her back, like a noble caressing his arms. pure white persian cat.
"Anything is fine," Lin Qiao said.
"Chu Ji" nodded slightly, "Go upstairs and blow dry your hair, I will make you dinner."
Lin Qiao: "Okay."
"Chu Ji" refused the smart butler's help, let Lin Qiao leave, rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen.
The mental struggle he had just stood in the kitchen no longer existed. He clearly remembered every step of cooking, but still had no intention of taking off his shirt and wearing an apron. He had not completely given up his remaining dignity and deliberately pretended to be that way. To attract Lin Qiao's attention.
Lin Qiao dried her hair upstairs and drank half a glass of warm water to suppress the dryness in her mouth.
When "Chu Ji" lost control and went crazy, he didn't know how much his manic and deep kiss was against humanity and breaking boundaries.
There was a dull pain in her throat and esophagus.
She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, calmed down, and picked up her mobile phone.
Half an hour ago, an anonymous text message came in.
[Lin Qiao, you cannot destroy this world, you must be responsible for it. 】
[You have killed many people, you have killed many people, you have killed many people]
After she clicked on the message list, repetitive and meaningless words popped up one after another like she was infected with virus software.
Lin Qiao turned it off several times and found that it couldn't be turned off, so she simply threw the phone into the bed.
She didn't know who had the ability to break through the encirclement, find her mobile phone number and send her a message.
She didn't care and didn't regret her decision at all.
After sitting there in a daze for a while, Lin Qiao heard footsteps coming upstairs. Lin Qiao turned off her phone and walked over to open the door.
"Chu Ji" happened to stop in front of the door.
His eyes scanned the bedroom, as if scanning for hidden viruses.
"It's time for supper," He said at last.
Lin Qiao took the initiative to hold His hand, "I smelled the fragrance, what did you do?"
"Chu Ji" lowered his head and stared at the hands held by the two of them, gently rubbed her fingertips, and was pulled out by her.
(End of chapter)
