"Stupid girl." He called her pamperedly.

"Um..." Jing Qingge muttered, thinking that he was on the bed, and his body moved and his whole body sank into the bathtub.

...

Ji Yicheng was shocked and held her shoulders quickly with his eyes and hands, secretly scolding him for being such a stupid girl!

As if he felt Ji Yicheng's breath, Jing Qing's fan smiled in a daze, reached out and hugged Ji Yicheng's arm wet, and a soft and glutinous sound overflowed.

"Ji Yicheng..."

Suddenly, a man's spine stiffened and his throat tightened.

The delicate skin, as if soaked by warm sweet milk, slidly across his arm, suddenly had goose bumps, and the tip of his heart was palpitations.

But I couldn't bear it. Her sleeping little face was so well-behaved, and there were still indigo under her long hanging eyelashes.

"Little Demon ** spirit!" Ji Yicheng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath again, then hooked his long arms, picked her up from the water, pulled the white bath towel hanging on the horizontal bar next to him, wrapped it tightly, hugged it in his arms, and turned around to walk to the bedroom outside.

...

When Jing Qingge woke up again, it was already midnight. At around 3 a.m., she had a sleep.

Just as she was thinking that she was probably falling asleep in the bathroom, Ji Yicheng carried her to the bed, but found that the man next to her pillow was not sleeping yet. Under the light white light, a pair of black eyes looked at her deeply, and it was a little red.

Jing Qingge raised his head and moved in his arms.

"Ji Yicheng, have you not fallen asleep?"

"Well, I didn't sleep." Suddenly, Ji Yicheng's eyes flashed, and a low and hoarse voice oozing out of the rolling Adam's apple, which sounded even more evil.

"Did you have insomnia?"

"No." Since she was by his side, he had insomnia less and less.

"Then why don't you sleep?"

Ji Yicheng asked back, "Little bad guy, are you full of sleep?"

"I slept for a while and I wasn't as sleepy as before." Jing Qingge blinked, and his long eyelashes brushed his chin, just like the softest feathers brushed on his heart.

...

Suddenly, Ji Yicheng's breathing became heavy, and the dark red hidden in his deep eyes gradually emerged, and the evil lips curled up little by little.

"Since we're not that sleepy, why don't we do the ** exercise..."

"Swish"!

Jing Qingge's eyes widened, and before she could react, the man beside her pillow was already pressing against her.

"Ji---Wu**..." The thin lips that I wanted to call him were blocked by the kissed hard, turning into a vague and light throat between the lips and teeth.

He was like a demon in the middle of the night, enjoying the most beautiful beauty greedily, with four petals connected, kissing and sucking her lilac tongue, stirring it hard, almost the root of the tongue became numb, teasing every inch of soft muscles, picking up the sweetness.

Between lips and teeth, silver threads are blurred, and they are domineering and tender.

For a moment, the temperature in the room increased, becoming more and more ambiguous...

...

Ji Yicheng's big hand that was tied up on her waist also became restless.

Only then did Jing Qingge realize that she was wearing nothing and was just hugged by him.

This bastard man born in the year of the bird and beast!

Ji Yicheng smiled more and more charmingly. His pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes seemed to hook up people's souls, and they just condensed her so deeply.

The broken big hand seemed to be carrying fire, and continued to go upwards, and finally wrapped around the soft, squeezing and pinching along the delicate skin.

Suddenly, Jing Qingge's toes trembled.
Chapter completed!