Chapter 382: How does marshmallow taste alcohol (2)

He held his breath, forcing him to hold a blanket of quilt in his arms, staring straight ahead at the front, and quickly walked to the edge of the bed without placing him on the bed without hesitation for a moment.
He dared not stay longer, pulled the quilt, covered her indiscriminately, and was about to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, she was placed on the bed by her, and there was a sound similar to "vomiting" in her mouth.
He thought she was going to vomit, afraid she would lie on her back, choked herself, and turned back subconsciously.
She raised her head slightly, coughed twice, and lay back on the pillow again, quieting down.
He Jichen, who was falsely alarmed, let out a sigh of relief, and just wanted to take her gaze back. She lying on the bed suddenly turned around suddenly.
Because of the large range, when he put her on the bed, he was a little close to the edge of the bed, and she fell off the bed directly.
He Jichen didn't even think about it. The conditioned reflex fluttered to the bed, and she almost fell to the ground, and she got into the arms accurately.
Although the bed was not high, she fell on him like a sturdy body, still hurting his chest.
He Jichen took two breaths and waited for the pain to ease a little. Then he reached out and touched the cheek of the little woman lying on his body and asked in a low voice, "Where did you fall?"
She felt his touch, raised her small head, and looked at him drunkly.
She looked cute and cute, and she didn't even know how thrilling she was.
He Jichen knew that even if he asked, he asked in vain. He simply checked her by hand. When he was sure that she was not injured, he rested.
He just wanted to hug her, got up and sat up, just because of his touch, she looked up at him and suddenly looked like he was tired, the whole person went down, the small head was buried unfairly At his neck.
Her hair touched his hard jaw, the breath from the corners of her lips just sprayed on the hair, and the hair fluttered continuously, sweeping his skin every time, soft touch, With a touch of itching, again and again, the fire that had not been extinguished in his body was ignited again.
He Jichen tightened his body subconsciously, thinking that before he could restrain himself, it was a good thing to throw her back to bed as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, his thoughts had just settled, and she nestled in him suddenly raised her hand, touched his lips, and with a soft fingertip, rubbed along the outline of his lips.
He Jichen breathed a suffocated breath and slammed his head, looking at Ji Yi.
The girl stared straight at the corners of his lips, with a dazzling light gleaming beneath her eyes, beating.
Does she know that she is playing with fire...
He Jichen felt her fingertips and stretched into his mouth. He subconsciously held her small hand and murmured: "Xiaoyi, don't make trouble..."
The drunk, no matter what he said, just wanted to pull her fingers out of his control and touch his lips again.
But where her strength was against him, she tried twice, and to no avail, she lifted her head resting on the neck of her neck, put her lips on his lips, extended the tip of her tongue, and licked it gently. a bit.
He Jichen snorted, clearly feeling his body, and began to change.
He spoke again, his voice somewhat dull: "Xiao Yi, don't be fooling..."