Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

He Zhicheng didn't dare to move, he didn't even know whether he should move or not.

The piece of skin touched by Song Chubai's palm was hot and scorching, and also had a strange tingling feeling, which made him unable to resist.

The body instinctively wants to touch more skin, but reason reminds him that he can't do this.

Dense sweat oozes from He Zhicheng's forehead, he takes a deep breath slowly, and then another deep breath.

After repeated deep breaths, reason temporarily defeated the body, and he slowly pulled out his wrist.

The coolness penetrated into his skin, but it didn't completely cover up the heat just now, instead it made him want to grab something even more.

He Zhicheng's expression was gloomy, as if he was dissatisfied with these things beyond his control.

He couldn't help but look at the sleeping Song Chubai, it was hard not to think about why things developed like this.

Could it be that God destined him to have some connection with this person?

Otherwise, how to explain his unlucky day?

When such thoughts arise in my mind, my sanity seems to be faltering.

He Zhicheng stared at Song Chubai's pink fingertips, his eyes darkened.

He knew what it felt like when the pink fingertips touched his skin, and he also knew how warm it was.

The body seemed to have begun to recall Song Chubai's temperature and touch, and he couldn't help but leaned towards him.

Song Chubai slept so soundly that no matter what he did, he wouldn't wake up, and he wouldn't even feel abnormal.

That's fine, he doesn't want to provoke anyone.

The door lock was broken, Assistant Wang hadn't come yet, his phone was out of power, and the charger couldn't be found, and Song Chubai was sound asleep.

Everything seems to be creating certain conditions for him.

Evil thoughts arose everywhere, causing He Zhicheng to bend down, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Reason stretched into a string, just a little bit, it will completely collapse.

He Zhicheng stared straight at Song Chubai, and he told himself that as soon as Song Chubai woke up, or Assistant Wang came back, or his phone suddenly turned off.

In short, as long as there is an accident, he will stop, stop the greedy desires from the body.

until……

His fingertips touched He Zhicheng's fingertips, but nothing happened.

Nothing happened, only the tingling sensation from his fingertips reminded him of something.

As if accepting his fate, He Zhicheng slowly grabbed Song Chubai's hand, and he got closer.

His eyes lingered on Song Chubai's body, and his body longed for a hug.

Since nothing happened, the hug was God's will.He Zhicheng told himself this, and slowly lay down, holding Song Chubai in his arms.

Full to the brim, hugging a full bosom.

The sense of fullness coming from his arms made He Zhicheng feel greedy, he told himself that as soon as Assistant Wang arrived and opened the door, he would let him go immediately.

Time passed bit by bit, Assistant Wang hadn't returned yet, and the clothes on him seemed to have been warmed by Song Chubai's body temperature.

He Zhicheng looked up, but he could only see the white ceiling, not the so-called heaven.

So he boldly guessed that it must be that God likes him to hug Song Chubai a little longer, that's right, it must be so.

There was no expression on He Zhicheng's face, but countless thoughts had already crossed his mind.

The invisible ambiguity spread in the room, He Zhicheng lowered his eyes, and Song Chubai's small face was reflected in his pupils which were as black as thick ink.

The next second, Song Chubai's eyelashes trembled.