After coming to Chu's house, Chaohuang immediately pushed Chu Ci, who had fought with many people, to the bathroom, and then visited his bedroom.

There was no one in the villa when they returned.

Although Chu's mother is a full-time wife, her life on weekdays is probably richer than her two sons, and she is probably pulling some sisters to go shopping outside!

Chaohuang stretched out his hand and walked briskly along the wall twice.

It's like a newborn little milk beast determining its territory.

The decoration style of Chu Ci's bedroom is the same as that of him.

There are only two shades of black and white.

You may say that he is simple, but he is also classic and mysterious.

Judging by the arrangement, the owner of this bedroom should have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The items are placed in a very regular manner.

There will be no uneven position or collocation of the ornaments.

Chaohuang, who saw no obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness fetish, was stunned for a moment.

Living in the pink princess room, she blinked her eyes, looking left and right.

With the right pair of fingers, he paused to think carefully, walked to the head of the bed, and didn't hold back, took one of the crystal ornaments on the bedside table and hid them in his pocket.

So, when Chu Ci came out of the battle bath, he saw his own family with his little short legs crossed and pouting with little PP, and he didn't know what bad things he was doing in his bed.

Droplets of water that have not yet dried run down the broken hair to the neck.

It goes down to the chest and has a different style.

Chu Ci lowered his eyes, looked at the bathrobe on his body, didn't think about anything, and pulled his neckline a little wider with a calm face, revealing his white chest.

deliberately slowed his steps, quietly stood behind Chao Huang, his nose reached the back of her neck, and his voice was hoarse: "Chao Chao likes my bed very much?" ”

“？？？” Ah Ci's bed?

What's there to like about a dark bed?

Chaohuang subconsciously muttered in her heart, and only after complaining did she realize that it was Chu Ci who was asking her, and she stood up in a hurry, but she didn't know that Chu Ci was waiting for her to get up, the two collided, and Chaohuang suddenly fell into a cold embrace.

Before Chu Ci could sigh that the sweet little body in his arms was so soft, he found that his little man suddenly began to struggle, looked down, and suddenly met a pair of angry eyes: "Chaochao, what's wrong with you?" ”

"You're still asking me what's wrong?" Chaohuang bit his lip, glared at Chu Ci viciously, and roared fiercely with a puffed up little face: "It's early autumn now, why are you still taking a cold shower?" Can't you feel so cold on your body? ”

The moment Chaohuang fell into Chu Ci's arms, he felt a piercing chill.

Must have taken a cold shower.

She learned from the plot that Chu Ci had to take a cold shower almost every day, even if it didn't have a great effect, but at least it could make him sober up a little.

Chaohuang was distressed, and he was about to suffocate.

She will never allow her family to do anything to hurt herself.

Unexpectedly, what Chao Huang cared about was Chu Ci's pupils constricted.

Immediately after, a huge joy and peace of mind suddenly overflowed from the bottom of his eyes.

Originally... Chao Chao struggles because he hates his intimacy...

Instead, I care about myself... I feel sorry for myself...

For a while, Chu Ci didn't care that the little guy was still angry with him, hugged the person tightly into his arms, buried his head in lingering at the slender neck that he wanted to get close to just now, and whispered: "Chaochao is so warm, I like it the most." ”

"Humph! Just know how to say sweet words! Big pig's trotters are pigs! Chaohuang pursed his lips, and the little face that was forcibly pressed by Chu Ci on the bare chest was silently dyed with a layer of red, but his mouth was still arrogant and unwilling to compromise.

Big pig's trotters are pigs?

Chu Ci raised his eyebrows suddenly, and nodded slightly with his head, which was still buried in Chaohuang's neck and collarbone, his lips seemed to be slicing across the delicate and fair skin, and the pink tongue between the lips was looming.

The big pig's trotters are the big pig's trotters, just hug them.