A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

After talking, Chen Bai turned and walked towards the elevator.

After two steps, Chen Bai stopped again: "President He, Miss Ji said, if you want a hundred correction fluids, do you really want to buy one hundred?"

"One thousand!" He Jichen gritted his teeth and returned to Chen Bai, then he bent over and drove the mad girl into his arms, and took the lead to leave.

As he passed Chen Bai's side, He Jichen's footsteps slowed slightly, "If there is one less, you don't have to come back!"

After talking, He Jichen accelerated his pace and entered the elevator.

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Holding Ji Yi, he walked upstairs and came out of the elevator. He Jichen didn't find the room card of her room on Ji Yi's body and took her directly into her room.

Put Ji Yi on the bed, He Jichen immediately pressed the landline on the bedside table, and ordered someone to bring the sober soup up.

The drunk Ji Yi closed his eyes as soon as he got into the bed.

After He Jichen put down the handset of the landline, he glanced at Ji Yi on the bed. He was afraid that she would fall asleep and catch a cold. He stepped forward, pulled the quilt, and covered her.

Along with his actions, Ji Yi, his brain dizzy, smelled a perfume.

She frowned, sucked her nose vigorously, and noticed that the perfume was even stronger, which slowly opened her eyelids.

It turned out that she had just been looking for perfume for so long, here...

Thinking of Ji Yi, he pulled the hem of He Jichen's chest, raised his face, and leaned against him.

Her small face just touched his shoulder, and she breathed softly, with a sweet scent, and lightly sprinkled it on his neck.

He Jichen's back twitched abruptly, and his voice began to add a bit of dullness: "Xiao Yi, don't make trouble."

She ignored his words, and her small face was still rubbing on his clothes.

Her nose slipped all the way from his neck to his chest, and then stopped.

Across the clothes and bedding, He Jichen could vaguely feel the heat of her lips.

His breathing became a bit uncomfortable, and the hand on the bed subconsciously grasped the bedding.

"Xiao Yi..." He opened his mouth again, his voice hoarse.

He Jichen only said two words, and she was stunned by the numbness of her nose rubbing her nose across her chest.

He held his breath, tightened his body, and remained silent for two seconds before he pressed down his desire to roll up.

He Jichen swallowed a spit, and just wanted to speak, to supplement what was to be said later when she just called her name, but he still whispered in a whisper: "It smells..." "

Stinks? Is she talking about him?

He Jichen frowned slightly, bowed his head close to his shirt and smelled it.

No smell, what did she say he stinks?

When He Jichen was wondering, Ji Yi moved his nose from his chest to his arm, and then stayed somewhere, staying quiet for a while, the delicate eyebrows wrinkled tightly, full Disgusted, and reopened: "... stinks..."

With that, Ji Yi stretched out his hands and pushed towards He Jichen's chest, trying to push him away.

It's probably that she was fully up, her strength was soft like a cat scratching, and He Jichen's body was not moving.

She wrinkled her eyebrows fiercely, and increased the strength of her hand. She saw that he still didn’t move, and she said in her mouth: "You walk away, you stay away from me, you smell so bad, you are suffocating. Now..."