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Chapter 387 Strong Interlocking Fingers

Chapter 387 Strong Interlocking Fingers

The lights are off.

Only a slightly drunk desk lamp on the bedside table was left, and the pale yellow light fell on the bed, illuminating this small world where his unknown thoughts were hidden.

The girl's hands were hanging down on her chest, her eyelashes were closed, and there was a shallow breathing sound from her delicate Qiong nose.

She slept on the same pillow as him.

Her hair was loose and too long, and one strand even reached his neck.

He stretched out his hand, randomly pinched a strand of hair on her chest, and played with it between his fingers.

But after only playing for a while, he quickly lost interest.

He looked at her facial features again, his eyes fell on her face, and he looked at her face inch by inch, not letting go of any place.

There was an affair between her and Bian Jichen on campus.

When he heard it, he was jealous.

Cheng Hao's eyes were gloomy, and he gently stroked her face with his fingers, and finally his fingers landed on her soft lips.

As if taking revenge, he suddenly rubbed her lips roughly with his fingers.

He didn't stop until she let out an uncomfortable "huh" in her sleep.

Not long after, Jiang Chacha's eyebrows loosened.

Cheng Hao suddenly lowered his eyes again, becoming interested in something else about her.

He stroked her eyelashes, her collarbone, and tugged at the hem of her skirt.

It seemed that as long as it was something on her body, he would be interested in it.

Finally, he became a little interested in her fingers.

He played with her fingers carelessly in his hands.Her hands are white and soft, and her nails are not stained with chemicals, they are clean and lightly powdered.

"Do you like Bian Jichen very much?" He faced the air and asked coldly.

But the sleeping girl couldn't respond to him.

"How much do you like it?"

After finishing speaking, he bit her finger punishingly.

Feeling uncomfortable, Jiang Chacha frowned again with her eyes closed, as if she had a nightmare.

It wasn't until her fingers were stained with crystals that Cheng Hao let go of his lips expressionlessly.

He turned his face sideways again, that overly gorgeous face was facing her.

His eyes were sleepy, and there was no light in them.

"Is that how you like it?"

After finishing speaking, he forced her hands to interlock with his fingers expressionlessly.

He pushed his fingers deeper, allowing her fingers to fit into his without a gap.

"Are you and him also this close?"

However, the girl in front of her didn't reply a word until now, she was breathing calmly, still sinking into a sweet dreamland.

Cheng Hao stared at her for a while, then approached her, buried his head on her snow-white neck, and opened his dark red lips.

"Are you and him as close as I am with you?"

Looking at the red mark on her neck, Cheng Hao lowered his eyes and stroked it with his fingers.

"Why don't you speak?"

He looked back at her.

He looked at her coldly, stroking her eyes with his fingers.

"Still regret it? Regret that you shouldn't have such a close relationship with him?"

There was another silence.

In the last night, a hoarse boyish voice came from the bed.

"Sister, has he ever kissed you like this?"

The sickly and paranoid boy, that night, called again and again in her ear.

With his fingers, he was playing with the earrings that fell from her snow-white earlobe, watching its lustrous light flicker and disappear between his fingers.

Ginger Chacha woke up the next day and found himself sleeping on the sofa.

Just wondering, the memories of last night quickly came to life.

She remembered that she chose to sleep on the sofa all night because she was worried about him.

But the strange thing is that my body doesn't feel sore, or is it because his sofa is of high quality?
She sat up, rubbed her aching head, and then looked at his bed, but found that there was no one on it.

What about others?
Jiang Chacha frowned.

But even stranger, she woke up with dry lips.

She bent down to put on her shoes, stood up, and was just about to open the living room door to look for him.

As a result, there was a bang, and the door diagonally behind opened, causing her to turn around in fright.

Then I saw Cheng Hao coming out of the bathroom, wearing a gray bathrobe, his eyes wrapped in water mist were extremely soft, reducing the cold feeling inside.

When Jiang Chacha met, her first reaction was concern, "You have a fever, why do you take a bath early in the morning? It will get worse, do you know?"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Hao gave her a cold look, "It's none of your business."

"Why did Miss Jiang appear here?"

He looked at her, frowning in disgust.

Ginger tea:? ? ? ? ?Fuck.

No, who the hell called her one sister at a time last night?That's why she relented and stayed here to keep watch for him!
Even though he fell asleep too deeply and didn't wake up.

but!He's too disrespectful! !

Jiang Chacha has the feeling that when he meets a scumbag, he pulls up his pants and runs away...

She chuckled and said, "Dear student Cheng, you were the one who cried and begged me to stay with you last night."

Cheng Hao wiped his hair with a towel, then stared at her noblely and coldly. Finally, he sneered and turned his head away.

Ginger tea:...

have been insulted.

Is he talking about her dreaming? ?

Jiang Chacha was so angry, she felt like she had punched cotton, but she couldn't tell for herself, it was obviously true, but damn she didn't have any evidence to prove herself.

Mad at her! !
In a rage, Jiang Chacha slammed the door and left.

Even after returning to Qiu Huating, he still couldn't swallow his breath.

When she was taking a shower in the morning, she just spit out toothpaste and looked up in the mirror, only to find several light red and dark red marks on her neck.

She frowned. Could it be that she was bitten by bugs last night?
In addition, she found that the two earrings she was wearing were missing, which she quite liked.

What the hell, she thought.

On the other side, shortly after Jiang Chacha left, Cheng Hao lay back on the bed, buried his head on it and inhaled the remaining cold incense, then stretched out his long arms, and took out a pair of green earrings from under the pillow. Holding it up, the pitch-black eyes silently looked at the broken green light reflected from it.

(End of this chapter)

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