This touch crossed, and Xiao Mo suddenly felt like he had been electrocuted, and his hand was instantly retracted.

The little girl seemed to be satisfied now, her brows relaxed, she adjusted her posture again, and continued to sleep.

This comfortable little appearance made Xiao Mo's crazy eyes narrow, and then raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist and led her to his side.

The little girl's brows locked up instantly, and finally with a little pitiful taste, she clinged to him and adjusted her posture to sleep, and Master Taifu was satisfied.

Feel the feeling of sleepiness coming up with me.

I also closed my eyes obediently, and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep like this.

Chu Ci probably didn't sleep for less than an hour before he opened his eyes.

This sleep is quite comfortable, and I don't know if it is the relationship between Xiao Mo and the few times he rubbed wildly, and when he sleeps, Chu Ci's neck is not uncomfortable.

It's just that as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Xiao Mo's face close at hand, which was still a little uncomfortable.

The tip of his nose lingered with the faint sandalwood on his body, and he was still asleep, and his eyes, which were as deep and dark as the sea of ink, were so closed, there was a little less oppression and the fear of smiling but not laughing, and it looked a little peaceful, even better.

Chu Ci blinked, his mouth was thirsty, and after thinking about how likely it was to call someone to hand her water and not wake up this guy, he silently broke the hand he put on his waist and broke it a little bit.

I don't know how the two of them slept together.

Chu Ci had just escaped from his clutches, got up and sat up, messy, stretched slightly, and planned to get out of bed.

There was a hand around her waist again, and she grabbed her movements at once.

"Where?"

His voice was still heavy sleepy because he didn't wake up, and his voice was also low, slightly hoarse, with a faint hint of impatience to get up.

Chu Ci turned around, and saw that his body was slightly propped up, the ink was scattered on the bed, his brows were slightly furrowed, a pair of ink eyes were half-opened, his clothes were a little messy at the moment, and he could see his white jade-like but strong chest.

It also added a little glamour to his cold and irritable aura.

It's just that there is a little low air pressure, and the bottom of my eyes is suppressed and dissatisfied with being woken up.

"I'm a little thirsty." Chu Ci looked at the hand around his waist, his tone was quite innocent, he tilted his head and turned his head to look at him, his little hand reached over, and began to break his fingers, wanting to break his hand away from his waist.

Xiao Mo's frowns tightened, he changed his posture and lay down, and his other hand was also taken over, holding Chu Ci tightly down, watching Chu Ci fall between the futons again unsuspectingly, the girl's silk crossed his cheeks, but he himself got up, touched a cup from the side, and poured half a cup of water into the cup, but the water in the pot had been cold for I don't know how long.

The corners of his lips were pursed, he slept very heavily this night, but he was woken up because of Chu Ci's movements, and he couldn't suppress the air pressure when he got up, and his eyebrows were raised, and he didn't even bother to hide it.

It's going to be on fire.

The little girl poked her little head out from beside him, and gave him a strange look, and then her little white hand stretched out to take another cup from the table.

His hand was clasped by him.

Seeing that the little emperor looked up at him blankly, he didn't understand what he was going to do.