Chapter 1187 Little Angel and Psychosis 28
Chapter 1187 Little Angel and Psychosis 28
Chapter 1187 Little Angel and Psychosis 28
Hill complained about his grievances and the discomfort of seeing Jin Chen and Shen Liuqing hugging each other.
As a result, the more he talked about it, the more helpless Jinchen looked.
Jinchen pinched Hill's fleshy face and said angrily: "Whoever hugs him will be wronged."
Hill wrinkled his face and muttered vaguely, "What I saw..."
"Then why don't you ask."
Jinchen's deep voice actually contained a hint of gloominess.
"It's just a misalignment. Shen Liuqing was pushed away without even touching him."
"Or maybe I didn't give you enough sense of security, which made you feel uncomfortable."
Hill quickly shook his head and looked up at Jinchen with wet eyes, "I don't blame you."
It was because I was too obsessed and didn't want to see Jin Chen getting close to anyone.
He moved towards Jinchen and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Want to hug."
Jinchen finally took him into his arms and stroked his bare back, which was only entangled by two slender ropes.
Hill buried himself in Jinchen's arms and gently smelled the familiar smell, and felt a lot more relieved. "You're not angry anymore, are you?"
he asked meekly and softly.
"angry."
Jinchen covered his eyes and pretended to be serious and angry.
Hill curled his lips aggrievedly, kissed her lips, and then looked pitifully at Jin Chen's peach blossom eyes that pretended to be cold.
"Useless."
Jinchen remained unmoved and bit his soft lips, "You must be punished."
Why punish again?
Thinking of the last punishment in the piano room, Hill's legs felt a little weak now.
He bit his lip and hesitated, having learned to make a quid pro quo.
"Chen drives him away before he can be punished."
This "he" can only refer to Shen Liuqing.
Jinchen chuckled, grabbing Hill's fingertips and playing with them, "He will never appear in your sight."
This means that it has been driven away.
Hill's eyes were full of joy, his long eyelashes were gently fluttering, and he took the initiative to snuggle into his arms.
"Then... what is the punishment?" Hill asked tentatively, a light redness quietly appearing at the end of his eyes.
"Not urgent."
Jin Chen gently scratched the tip of the man's nose and said in a teasing tone, "I have to prepare something first."
Hill: "..."
He lay sadly on Jinchen's shoulder and moved his waist silently.
Jinchen took out a bottle of wine that had just been taken out of the wine cellar, but he did not pour it into the goblet. The container turned into a small cup with a narrow mouth and a round mouth. When pouring the wine, some wine inevitably spilled.
With his fingers stained with wine liquid, Jinchen glanced at it and ignored it. He filled the slender cup and then put the wine bottle away.
Just as he was about to wipe it off with paper, Hill grabbed his wrist, took him into his arms and entangled him with his tongue.
Jinchen didn't expect him to do this. His fingers felt warm and moist, and the numb itch spread. He couldn't help but press the soft tip of his tongue and use some strength.
Hill felt pain, licked the wine liquid, took a bite from his fingertips like a revenge, raised his eyes and scolded.
Jinchen took out his fingers and stroked his chin lightly, "Have you ever drank alcohol?"
Hill recalled something and nodded, "Bitter."
A long time ago, when he was injured, he had no star coins to buy medicine, so he secretly tasted his father's medicine. It was said that it could make the little angel forget the pain, but in the end he only tasted endless bitterness and was beaten in vain.
Hill shook his head to let himself forget those memories, and hugged Jin Chen's arm and rubbed it gently, very docilely.
"That...what a coincidence. Today's punishment is related to alcohol."
Jinchen narrowed his peach blossom eyes with hint of pleasure, picked up another cherry from the fruit plate and put it into Hill's mouth.
"Hold it, don't eat it."
Hill put the cherry in his mouth in confusion, and his lips were forced to open slightly. He looked up at Jinchen innocently, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Jinchen's pupils suddenly dimmed, and he kissed Hill's face with satisfaction, without touching the wine in the slender wine glass. He picked up the bottle and took a sip, holding his chin as he passed.
"Well……"
Hill's eyes widened unexpectedly, and a sour and slightly sweet taste flooded into his mouth. He subconsciously wanted to push it out, but he couldn't because his lips were sealed.
He wanted to raise his hand to push Jinchen's shoulder away, but his wrist was grabbed and he couldn't move.
The scarlet wine liquid flowed down the lips of the two people, meandering across Hill's cold white cheeks, soaking the gauze that could barely cover the collarbone.
The pajamas were also dyed red, like blood-red flowers blooming on the chest.
After half a sip of wine was forced to swallow, the already soaked fruit and cherries were swept away by Jin Chen, bit into pieces and eaten.
Hill's eyes were red from being choked, and he lay softly in Jinchen's arms and breathed, as if the air was drunk.
But Sheng Jinchen still wanted to ask, "Does it taste good?"
Hill gave him a cute look, but bit her lip and nodded, wiping the scarlet red on her lips with the back of her hand.
"hot."
To be honest, I still don't like the taste.
"The more you drink, the less spicy it will be."
Jinchen pointed his finger at the porcelain white plate, which contained dozens of cherries, "You have to feed me to finish these."
As for the feeding method, of course it is the same as before.
Hill wrinkled his jade-like face, rested his head on Jinchen's shoulder, and rubbed it gently in a flattering manner.
"There's no point in acting like a baby."
Jinchen stuffed another cherry into it.
By the time the plate was finished, Hill was so drunk that he couldn't tell what was going on, what was going on, what was going on, what was going on, what was going on, his breath was hot, and he just relied on instinct to hold Jin Chen's neck and act coquettishly, with a soft voice.
"So hot."
"Where is the heat?" Jinchen's voice was also soaked in alcohol, which was more intoxicating than fine wine.
"here……"
Hill put Jinchen's palm on his heart, and his pajamas were already wet.
"on fire."
Jinchen chuckled, pushed away the half-drunk bottle of wine, took the slender cup, picked up Hill with one hand, and walked to the bed.
"The rest of the wine... drink it somewhere else."
……
[The villain’s heart rate is detected at 10, totaling 90! 】
[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 45! 】
"Butler Bob, what are you trying to do? I mean... you seem to have been wanting to say something since this morning."
The gossipy Lawrence still couldn't help asking.
The butler held the business board and stopped beside Lawrence, "Of course, I was wondering whether the recent menu needs to be changed."
"Change to something that nourishes the kidneys and blood."
Lawrence wondered, "Why?"
The housekeeper smiled meaningfully: "Ever since the young master woke up, he has not left the basement for three days."
Lawrence: "..."
Good, good.
The butler suddenly thought of something and patted Lawrence on the shoulder, "Don't worry Mr. Lawrence, you will find your other half."
"...Thank you, Uncle Bob."
Lawrence stroked his hair sadly.
