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

Chapter 120
Chi Yao felt Su Ziqing lift her up, her seemingly thin body, and the muscles when he picked her up made her feel the strength in it.

She leaned on his arm, and his strong arms held her tightly in his arms.

He gently put her on the bed, and coaxed her in a doting tone: "Go to sleep."

Chi Yao opened her big round eyes and played with her temper, "No! I want you to coax me like you did in Baolan Temple."

Su Ziqing didn't speak, but gently stroked her head with his hands, his lowered eyes couldn't see clearly the thoughts in his eyes.

Then, a softly hummed lullaby rang in her ears.

It was the same familiar song, with a soft voice, coaxing the person on the bed to sleep.

Even though Su Ziqing hadn't sung it for a long time, he still remembered the rhythm and tune of the ballad.

Accompanied by his humming, Chi Yao soon fell asleep, spraying a long and steady breath, showing the quality of the master's sleep.

He stopped humming the ballad, looked at the person on the bed with gloomy eyes, and gently stroked her wrist with his fingertips. The delicate skin was in stark contrast to the slightly rough palm, and he only stroked it lightly with his hand. It can leave marks on this delicate hand.

"You really are a spoiled little princess..."

Su Ziqing chuckled, touched the red mark in a comforting manner, and said in a teasing but serious tone.

After all, she is a real little princess.

In this way, the two passed peacefully for a few days.

Every time when Chi Yao closed the door to see no guests, Su Ziqing would always climb over the wall and come in, quietly accompanying her.

Except for a little lust on the first day, Su Ziqing was very quiet the next few times, quietly accompanying Chi Yao.

Play chess with her, or chat, or read Buddhist scriptures.

Although Chi Yao watched Su Ziqing's recitation with a frown every time, she would not make a sound to stop him and let him play by himself.

Tomorrow Su Ziqing will leave the palace and return to Baolan Temple.

Su Ziqing came in again over the wall, playing chess with Chi Yao.

The well-articulated and slender hand is holding a white chess piece. For a moment, the white chess piece made of white jade is not sure whether it is the warmth of the chess piece or the whiteness of the fingers.

I saw him put a white chess piece together with his fingertips, then looked at the person in front of him calmly, sipped the tea in his hand calmly, and waited for the black chess piece.

Seeing him put down the chess piece without hesitation, Chi Yao's whole face was almost wrinkled, her eyes were filled with steam, and her tone was anxious.

"Oh, why did you lose again!"

She threw the black chess in her hand into the chess box as if discouraged, muttering.

"Don't play anymore, it's boring, you always lose!"

As she spoke, she tidied up the chess game angrily, and was about to separate the black and white chess.

Su Ziqing grabbed her hand, then put it aside, and said patiently: "The poor monk is here to do it, the princess should sit down."

Chi Yao didn't show him any courtesy either, she clapped her hands and sat aside watching Su Ziqing clean up the dilapidated situation.

She bit the pastry on the plate, as if she was biting someone.

The cakes on both sides were piled up on both sides of the cheeks, and Su Ziqing was tidying up the piling up on both sides of the cheeks. It was like the little squirrel I had seen in the forest before, and it made both cheeks swollen like it.

Su Ziqing couldn't help but put on an arc, and looked at her with a doting smile in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)