Fast time travel: Tea-type beauties flirt with crazy paranoid bosses

Chi Yao didn't know how to react for a while, and just leaned quietly in his arms.

After Qing Ding calmed down, he looked down at Chi Yao in his arms, and with a trace of rejoicing for the rest of his life, he said, "Yao Yao, I didn't know how to fight for it in the past, but now I have to get it back for you. It's mine!"

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss the fragrance, but Chi Yao's hand blocked his forward strength.

Chi Yao's other hand pushed his chest hard, pulling him away from herself, panting slightly, looking at him with a trace of resistance in her eyes.

"Also please pay attention to your identity!"

Qing Ding raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes showed a trace of indifference, and the black hair tied up behind him was scattered on the Buddhist robes on his chest while being pulled, and he raised a touch and wrapped it around his fingers.

The coldness at the end of the eyes also began to become slightly rippling, and there was a touch of lust in the eyes, he gently pressed the tip of her forehead, and said softly,
"Yaoyao..."

He rubbed her neck and stroked it gently, as if he had found some treasure.

"Can you give it to me?"

There was a hint of humility in his eyes, his tone was murmured, and his fingertips trembling slightly, this gesture made Chi Yao forget the strength of resisting him for a moment.

The force that was slowly removed made Qing Ding push the positions of the two closer, and the thin lips finally stuck to the place he wanted.

He gently pressed against the fragrance, but he just kissed it purely, without any ripples or lust, but with a sense of pity in his demeanor, as if he was deeply afraid that this kiss would break her into pieces up.

The slightly cool Buddhist beads shone on his wrist, and the cold touch on his neck slightly pulled back her confused thoughts. She looked at the man in front of her like a believer, humble and obsessively kissing the god she believed in.

The seemingly crazy and obsessed look, but there is a little clarity and clarity in his eyes, pulling his little reason.

Chi Yao pushed him away, her cheeks blushed because of her uneven panting, inexplicably dyed her pure face a bit of glamorous color, a touch of reddish smudged at the end of her eyes.

Qing Ding, oh no.

It should be Su Ziqing, with his Adam's apple rolling slightly, with a beast-like light, staring at the red lips that were slightly parted due to lack of comfort.

His hoarse voice rang softly in her ear, "Can you call me Ziqing?"

"Ziqing?"

"Yes, this is my common name, Qingding is just my Dharma name."

He lightly rubbed the top of Chi Yao's hair, even though Chi Yao kept pressing his hands against him, he still hugged her tightly without caring.

"Yaoyao, do you still remember our days in Baolan Temple?"

Chi Yao didn't respond to his words, but Su Ziqing clearly felt the hand against her and the momentary stiff body.

"I'm back, I will definitely protect you this time, and I will let you live well."

He spoke in a muffled voice mixed with inexplicable low emotions.

Chi Yao lowered her eyes, trying to slow down her heartbeat, his words pierced into her heart like a small needle, making her feel distressed.

After the original plot, he set fire to the palace and even took away the current emperor. His crazy and paranoid character is completely different from the image of the Buddha today.

If he recalled the emotions at that time again at this moment, I'm afraid he would take the fire book and find the emperor desperately again.