Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

"Don't smoke in the future. It's bad for your health."

Chujiasi knew he was tired and needed to vent, but this way was no different from hurting himself, which was not good for him.

Song muzhe turned sideways, and his thin lips inadvertently wiped her cheek. They were stunned.

Chujiasi's cheeks itched, and her face turned red at the touch of his touch.

Song muzhe's lips were numb. Looking at Chu Jiasi's shy appearance, his heart was tickled.

His thin lips were slightly hooked and he looked at Chu Jiasi with great interest.

"If you don't let me smoke, let me kiss?"

Song muzhe's words made Chu Jiasi's cheeks hot. She couldn't resist his bad appearance. The tenderness in his words made her unable to extricate herself.

I thought he was very tired. From this point of view, he didn't look tired and was in the mood to tease her.

Chu Jiasi glanced at Song muzhe.

"Well thought."

"How about kissing you every time I want to smoke until I quit smoking?"

Song muzhe gently pinched Chu Jiasi's chin with his fingers and stared at her.

"I don't want it!"

Hearing song muzhe's words, Chu Jiasi quickly covered her mouth for fear that he would rush up.

On the contrary, Song Zhe hates smoking. She seems to have a different charm.

She was worried about hurting her body, so she asked him to smoke less. I didn't know he would say so.

"Well, I won't tease you." Song muzhe looked at Chu Jiasi's actions and said softly.

Chujiasi quietly let him hold them, as if they didn't talk again.

However, Chu Jiasi felt that her waist was a little sour after maintaining this posture for a long time. As soon as she wanted to move, she was pressed by song muzhe.

"Don't move, let me hold it for a while..."

Song muzhe held her tightly without any relaxation.

He is like this. Obviously he is not tired, but he always bears it and never reveals half of it to others. Song muzhe can't help but feel distressed.

Chu Jiasi didn't move again and let song muzhe hold her tightly.

I don't know how long it took. Chu Jiasi leaned in Song muzhe's ear and said, "this thing has passed. If you can't find out, it's OK. I'm afraid it's bad for Jing."

How can Chu Jiasi not know that what song muzhe did will make public opinion aim at him. Such a result is not what she wants.

Song muzhe didn't expect that Chu Jiasi would say such a thing to him, so he couldn't help being moved.

"Are you concerned about me?" The street owl smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I care about you. Don't do this in the future."

Song muzhe heard Chu Jiasi admit that she cared about him again. He held her more and more tightly. He just wanted to hold Chu Jiasi in his arms and the little woman who was worried about him.

"They don't have that ability."

Song muzhe's voice was full of fatigue. He closed his eyes, adjusted her comfortable sitting posture, encircled her in his arms again and hugged her tightly.

Through her thin clothes, Chu Jiasi could clearly hear song muzhe's heartbeat.

She silently counted his heartbeat, one, two

This feeling is very good and reassures her.

Chu Jiasi felt song muzhe's even breathing, and she heard his deep and charming voice.

Chujiasi knew that he must be tired. She didn't bother him anymore.