The actress wants to get a divorce every day

Chapter 147 His Room, His Bed

There was still that warm touch on the lips, Li Ruoran lightly touched his lips with his fingertips, and then looked suspiciously at Chi Moxuan.

"It's not like you haven't kissed for too long, you can't even kiss?"

Chi Moxuan's ear tips were slightly red, but his face was calm and self-sustaining.

"If you haven't practiced for a long time, you will be rusty. Just practice more in the future."

As Chi Moxuan said, his eyes looked at Li Ruoran's lips with special meaning.

Not to mention, it feels really good.

The last time he touched it just once, he felt very soft, but this time he touched it a few times, and the touch was really great.

Chi Moxuan explained, but Li Ruoran was still puzzled.

Can this thing really be forgotten?

Li Ruoran looked at Chi Moxuan for a while, and seeing that he looked calm, he stopped worrying about this matter, but turned around and walked towards the bed: "It's late, go to sleep."

To Li Ruoran, the kiss that was just a few touches, not considered a kiss, actually felt good.

Very pure, very light, but slightly sweet.

The bed in the hotel was very big, after Li Ruoran went up, he quickly took the quilt and wrapped it inside to sleep.

"You call and ask the waiter to bring another quilt."

Seeing Chi Moxuan watching her wrapping the quilt, Li Ruoran said softly.

The man went to bed slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed slowly.

"No, the quilt is big enough, just one bed."

After Chi Moxuan finished speaking, he went to bed, and then pulled the quilt on Li Ruoran with a little force.

"The quilt is wide enough to cover two people."

Li Ruoran didn't want to give it to her. The lonely man and the widow lived together, and they were still on the same bed covered with a quilt. Who knew what would happen?
"You ask the waiter for another one."

Chi Moxuan didn't go, turned his head and looked at Li Ruoran lightly: "It's late, it's not good to disturb others' rest."

Li Ruoran grabbed the quilt tightly, not wanting to give it.

Chi Moxuan held the quilt corner of the other cup with his big hand, and his voice was calm.

"It's getting cold, it's easy to catch a cold if you don't cover yourself with a quilt."

Li Ruoran continued to pull, and Chi Moxuan caught a cold, which seemed to have little to do with her.

"If I am really sick, the children should feel distressed."

Li Ruoran loosened his hands a little.

Chi Moxuan glanced at her hand from the corner of her eye, and then continued: "Ruirui is lively and likes to cry, but if I'm really sick, she will cry."

"Qiqi is smart and well-behaved. When I catch a cold, she will ask why she doesn't take care of herself."

Chi Moxuan looked at Li Ruoran, his deep eyes seemed to be calculating.

"You said, should I tell her that her mother won't cover me with the quilt?"

Li Ruoran.
Why is this man talking so much?
"Isn't it just the quilt? Here it is." Li Ruoran let go of the quilt.

Chi Moxuan smoothly covered half of his body with the quilt, and his tone softened a lot.

"The quilt is very warm."

After Chi Moxuan finished speaking, he turned off the bedside lamp.

In the dark night, the man's voice was low: "Go to sleep."

In the same room, the same bed, and the same quilt, Li Ruoran felt that the air he breathed had the breath of Chi Moxuan.

His body was slightly stiff, Li Ruoran lay flat on the innermost side of the bed, motionless.

On this half of the bed, Chi Moxuan's sleeping posture was similar to Li Ruoran's, lying on his back with his hands naturally by his side.

It was late at night, Chi Moxuan opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at him.In the dark night, the man's eyes were clear.

On his chest, there is a hand, and on his thigh, there is also a foot.The person who slept on the innermost side before going to bed had changed his sleeping position a long time ago, and kept moving towards Chi Moxuan.

(End of this chapter)