Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1616 You Are My Faith (28)

Amidst the pious voices of the believers, the young man who was about to leave stopped in an instant.

Those indifferent eyes have not moved for a long time.

When I lifted it up again, it seemed that something had changed and nothing had changed.

The believers prayed devoutly, praying for the return of the Lord.

Just looking at the young man with his back to them, he seemed to laugh.

Looking back slowly, the color of her eyes is compassionate and gentle.

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When Cecia woke up from a deep dream, the room was still silent.

The torrential rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and the sun also appeared, shining on the curtain.

Full screen light and shadow.

Outside the window, the sound of raindrops can still be heard faintly, and the birds are chirping and gathering on the balcony, which is crisp and melodious.

Chesia sat on the bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the bed subconsciously.

He hasn't come back yet, seems to have been away for a long time.

So Chesia lay on the bed again, slowly pressing her sore and swollen waist.

In a daze, in a daze.

She was thinking, has her bet with God been fulfilled?
The result is out and she has won.

Logically speaking, she should have regained her freedom by now.

She stared at the ceiling and thought for a long time.

She was thinking—his reaction when he was in the temple.

From beginning to end, she felt that she would lose.

Because he was so calm, as if he already knew the ending.

The promise was made quickly, without even negotiating conditions.

It seemed as if she had already made up her mind - she would lose.

Cecia nodded, thinking.

Hearing movement outside, her eyelids twitched, and her thoughts immediately withdrew.

Cover the quilt, lie on your side, with your back facing the direction of the door, and close your eyes.

Pretending to be still asleep.

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The door of the room opened gently.

Soon, it was gently closed again.

Subtle footsteps, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear them at all.

Cesia, with her eyes closed, put her hands next to her cheeks, motionless.

Feeling the approach of the person coming, the movement is very light.

He undressed and got into bed again.

Lifting off the quilt, the scalding heat came back up.

Her fingertips were so hot that she couldn't help trembling.

The sound of birds chirping outside the window has disappeared at some point, and even the sound of raindrops has completely disappeared.

When those familiar arms hugged her slowly, Cesia felt the confinement around her waist again.

Very tight.

The kiss fell again, it was very soft, but it meant something.

How could Cecia not understand what this meant?
She gave up pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes, and avoided his kiss, "Azazel!"

Her voice was delicate, and because of the tossing all night, it was a little hoarse.

Coupled with the tone of complaining and dissatisfaction, it always seems to be acting like a baby.

Like a cat whose sleep has been disturbed, it's too squeamish.

"I want to rest, don't make trouble."

The man behind him seemed to pause.

But in the next second, before Cesia could relax, he was interrupted by his kiss.

He didn't seem to want to stop at all.

"..." Chesia turned over, trying to push him.

But meeting his light golden eyes, she stopped again.

The man just cupped her face and kissed it.

I especially like her lips.

Chesia's cheeks were red and soft, like ripe cherries, and she exuded a seductive fragrance all over her body.

She pushed the man on her body, but she couldn't push it away.

He wanted to kick him again, but he restrained him instead.

Poor Chesia: "..."

(End of this chapter)