Chapter 625 It's a Little Wrong to Cultivate a Positive Wife 40

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When Chu Ci raised his hand to touch him, he raised his hand to hold Chu Ci's hand, pressed it down, and moved his face closer.

He was still wearing a lab coat, and his expression was also indifferent, his face was full of abstinence, but his movements were indescribably lustful||aura.

Even the action of holding hands is a bit lingering, as if he missed a lot of time, or was emotionally connected with another personality, but he couldn't touch Chu Ci at all. So every move seems to be a little obsessed.

His face came closer, with a dangerous look in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

As if thinking that just hugging her was not enough, she blinked her eyes and leaned forward again, "I want to kiss you."

The feeling of hugging is as comfortable as he imagined, and the kiss of these pink lips is also as he imagined.

He thought about it, and pressed it like this, the scorching breath approached quickly, finally pressed Chu Ci's lips, and stroked it gently, as if he had gotten something he liked, gently, and then he tried to go inside.

His current personality is full of exclusiveness and aggression. It is different from the previous personality that seemed a little childish. His breathing is hot, and the tip of his tongue is also sweeping around, and finally pokes in. The original gentleness is torn away Broken, patrolling around Chu Ci's mouth with a bit of domineering.

Chu Ci raised her hand and hugged his neck with her backhand, and was a little breathless after he took a few deep breaths. Finally, she pinched his arm and exerted some strength to push him away.

A corner of the bath towel that was tightly wrapped around his body was torn off by him, but it was still loosely covering the place that should be covered. A trace of regret flashed across Zhao Jinhuai's eyes, and the tip of his tongue came out to lick the corner of his lips, as if recalling Chu Ci's taste was not annoyed by Chu Ci's push away, but he wanted to follow up.

The meaning is very clear, but also want to kiss.

Even though his personality has changed, the only thing that hasn't changed is his clingy nature. Chu Ci raised his hand to his chest and grabbed the towel on his body.

Drive him into the next room, this is the change of clothes.

It is the same as Zhao Jinhuai's clothes, except that this one fits a lot better than the previous military uniform. Chu Ci wears it like this with a faint and sophisticated feeling. Her hair is still wet, and the water drops It dripped on the white protective clothing coat, blurring a slightly darker color.

When Chu Ci opened the door and wanted to call him back, he saw him with his head down, arms crossed, a little loose, leaning against the wall in the corridor.

I don't know when I will be waiting here at the door again.

He raised his eyes only when he heard the voice, glanced at the tight neckline of Chu porcelain, and pursed the corners of his lips, as if he still had something to say.

Those gazes seemed to turn into substance, unbuttoning Chu Ci's clothes one by one.

He made no secret of his obsession with Chu Ci.

Little satyr?

Chu Ci laughed, raised her hand to hold down her clothes, and waved him over.

He moved very naturally, raised his hand and hugged Chu Ci into his arms, lowered his head and sniffed the scent between Chu Ci's hair, and took Chu Ci into the room with satisfaction.

Chu Ci also rubbed against his chest naturally, tilting her head, wondering what she was thinking.