After speaking, Chen Bai turned around and walked towards the elevator.

After walking for two steps, Chen Bai stopped again: "Mr. He, Miss Ji said that if you want a hundred correction fluids, do you really want to buy a hundred?" ”

"A thousand!" He Jichen gritted his teeth and replied to Chen Bai, then bent over, hugged the crazy girl into his arms, and took the lead in leaving.

When passing by Chen Bai's side, He Jichen's footsteps slowed slightly, "One less, you don't have to come back!" ”

After speaking, He Jichen quickened his pace and entered the elevator.

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Holding Ji Yi, going upstairs all the way, and coming out of the elevator, He Jichen didn't find the room card for her room on Ji Yi's body, and directly hugged her into his room.

Putting Ji Yi on the bed, He Jichen immediately pressed the landline on the bedside table and ordered someone to bring the decanting soup up.

The drunk Ji Yi closed his eyes as soon as he touched the bed.

After He Jichen put down the earpiece of the landline, he glanced at Ji Yi on the bed, he was afraid that she would catch a cold if she fell asleep like this, so he stepped forward, pulled the quilt, and covered her body.

With his actions, Ji Yi, whose brain was dizzy, smelled a scent of perfume.

She frowned, sniffed hard, and noticed that the perfume was even worse, and then slowly lifted her eyelids.

It turns out that she has just been looking for the perfume smell for so long, and here she is......

Ji Yi thought about it, so he pulled the placket of He Jichen's chest, raised his face, and leaned towards him.

Her little face was just over his shoulder, and her soft breath, with the sweet smell of wine, sprinkled lightly on his erection neck.

He Jichen's back tensed, and his voice was a little dull in his low voice: "Xiaoyi, don't make trouble." ”

She ignored his words, her little face still rubbing against his clothes.

Her nose slid from his erection neck all the way to his chest, and then stopped.

Through the clothes and bedding, He Jichen could vaguely feel the heat of her lips.

His breathing became a little uncomfortable, and his hand on the bed subconsciously grasped the futon.

"Xiao Yi......" He opened his mouth again, his voice hoarse.

He Jichen only said two words, and was silenced by a tingling sensation caused by the tip of her nose rubbing against her chest.

He held his breath, tensed his whole body, and was silent for two seconds before he forced down the desire that was tumbling in his body.

He Jichen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and just wanted to open his mouth to complete the words that he wanted to say when he called her name just now, but before he could make a subtle sound, she muttered in a low voice: "It's so smelly......"

It stinks? Was she talking about him?

He Jichen frowned slightly, lowered his head and sniffed at the placket of his clothes.

It doesn't smell bad, how can she say he stinks?

When He Jichen was wondering, Ji Yi moved his nose from his chest to his arm, and then stayed somewhere for a while, his delicate eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and with full disgust, he opened his mouth again: "...... It stinks to death......"

As he spoke, Ji Yi stretched out his hands and pushed them towards He Jichen's chest, trying to push him away.

Probably because her alcohol strength was completely up, her strength was soft like a cat scratching, and He Jichen's body did not move at all.

She frowned fiercely, and increased the force in her hand, she saw that he still didn't move, and she read out a voice in her mouth: "You go away, you stay away from me, you stink, smoke to death......"