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

He Zhicheng's body was stiff and motionless, he even held his breath.

Will Song Chubai wake up?

Will you wake up?

He raised his heart high, but his body hugged Song Chubai even tighter.

I want to hug him more closely, I want to be closer to him.

If it wasn't for the last reason not to allow him to take off his clothes, he would definitely lean against him completely.

The body approached Song Chubai greedily, staring at his small face without blinking.

Fortunately, Song Chubai did not wake up.

He seemed to have dreamed of something, he mumbled a few words, leaned his head on He Zhicheng's chest, and unconsciously rubbed it lightly.

He Zhicheng's breath stagnated, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

The person in his arms seemed to be very dependent on him, and this sense of dependence satisfied He Zhicheng's desire for protection a little bit.

But it was only a little bit, He Zhicheng told himself so, but his eyes drooped unconsciously, and Song Chubai's appearance was reflected in his pupils.

He leaned on his chest, and from his angle, he could see the pink earlobe and the small exposed neck.

It was so white that it seemed to be glowing, and it seemed to be tempting him to kiss it.

By coincidence, He Zhicheng lowered his head, and his lips lightly touched Song Chubai's earlobe.

a little cold...

is he coldHe Zhicheng thought about it, but forgot that the human earlobe is a slightly cool part of the body.

In other words, he didn't want to think about it, because only in this way could he convince himself with a suitable reason to imprint his own body temperature on Song Chubai's earlobe.

Some things, once started, seem impossible to stop.

He Zhicheng only felt something buzzing in his brain, disturbing his brain from thinking normally.

His body didn't seem to be under the control of his brain, and he didn't know what he had done. When he came back to his senses, a red mark appeared in his eyes.

He Zhicheng: ...

He seems to have done something excessive.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door, and Assistant Wang's voice came from outside.

"Mr. He, I brought him here."

He Zhicheng paused, returned rationally, pulled Song Chubai's clothes, and quickly stood up.

He walked quickly to the door and said in a deep voice, "When will the door be opened?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door clicked and opened from the outside.

He Zhicheng knew that it was time for him to leave.

It was a surprise that something like this would happen tonight, and he couldn't stay any longer.

Although Song Chubai's warmth still remained on his chest, his strong self-control still made He Zhicheng take a step forward and walk out the door.

After taking two steps, he paused without turning his head, but said in a deep voice, "Stay here, wait for him to wake up and ask him what he wants, and compensate him as much as possible."

He kissed him, left a kiss mark on his neck, which shouldn't have been.

So he can give him whatever compensation he wants.

After He Zhicheng finished speaking, he stopped staying and walked out quickly.

In the room, Song Chubai's eyelashes trembled, he was already awake when He Zhicheng let him go.

But although the consciousness is awake, the body seems to be still in a sleep state, unable to move for a long time.

He could only lie quietly on the bed, listening to He Zhicheng's voice.

Until he felt that he could control his body, he got up quickly, before he even had time to put on his shoes, and ran outside.

"Mr. He." He called him.

He Zhicheng's footsteps stopped, his body seemed to be stiff, and he turned around slowly...