Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Don't you even want to spend one night with me? "

"I didn't mean that." Huo Ziming's face turned red, and for some reason, he felt that the atmosphere had become ambiguous.

"Look, the condition of this cinema is very poor, the sofa is not comfortable, and the location is so small, not to mention it's late, and his air conditioner is turned off, don't you feel a little cold?"

"Oh oh."

Just now Jasmine was sweating profusely from anxiety, but now that she calmed down a little, she suddenly felt goose bumps on her bare, exposed skin.

It's autumn now. Although the weather in City A has always been relatively warm, there have been a few autumn rains recently, and the temperature has plummeted.

Jasmine didn't wear much today, except for a thin shirt.

As for Huo Ziming, although he had worn a coat before, when he entered the cinema, he thought that the air conditioner in the cinema would be hot, so he left the coat in the car.

At this moment, he was only wearing a shirt, and both of them felt that the cold air of the night penetrated into their bodies through the somewhat damp walls.

Jasmine couldn't help shivering. Facing this empty theater with more than 200 seats reflecting white light, she felt even colder. For some reason, she remembered that she was teased by herself before, wearing colored contact lenses. The female ghost, at this time, not only did not find it funny, but felt a little scary, and couldn't help shaking.

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Huo Ziming hugged her distressedly, "Xiao Mo, let's go, let's snuggle up in the seats to warm up, it's very cold standing here with the wind blowing in."

Jasmine nodded, this is the only way now.

So the two supported each other again, and returned to the couple seat where they were sitting just now.

This couple seat is only for people to watch movies, it is not big.

Not to mention two people lying down, even one person is too crowded.

But it's cold here now, and neither of them wants to be apart.

And... um, Jasmine, she's afraid of ghosts...

So it was still like when watching the movie just now, with Huo Ziming leaning there and Jasmine leaning on his shoulder.

But maybe it was because they had slept just now, or maybe it was because it was really cold in here, neither of them could fall asleep.

After a while, Jasmine sneezed, and Huo Ziming hugged her distressedly.

"Xiaomo, what's the matter, are you cold? I'll take off my shirt and put it on for you."

"Don't, you only have this one on your body, what should you do if you put it on for me?"

"I'm not cold, I'm in good health."

Before Jasmine could react, Huo Ziming had automatically and consciously unbuttoned his shirt, one, two, three... His shirt was ivory white.

And the chest under the shirt is becoming more and more ivory white, with clear texture, not too strong, but with a sexy curve that makes people feel at ease and lean on it.

Especially whenever he spoke and breathed, his chest trembled slightly.

Looking down, the smooth lower abdomen still vaguely reveals the contours of the muscles. Could it be the legendary six-pack abs?

Jasmine felt very contemptuous of her Qisi, so she quickly withdrew her thoughts.

However, Huo Ziming had already caught the way she looked at his chest in a daze just now, but he didn't say anything.

Just leisurely, hooked his lips, and smiled.

And that smile, with three points of complacency and seven points of soul-stirring, directly killed all of Jasmine in an instant.

Jasmine secretly hated herself for being so irresistible to his seduction.

Don't you just look at his chest?It's not that I haven't seen it.