Chapter 970 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 66

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 970 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 66

"Come." He called her.

Fu Rongheng patted his legs. Chu Jinan hesitated for two seconds. He was obviously used to it but felt a little awkward. He walked over and sat on the man's lap.

"Why aren't you used to it?" He hugged her and talked, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"No, no..." Chu Jinan stuttered.

He always hugged her from behind like this and played with her hands. Kneading her hands repeatedly was not enough, making Chu Jinan's fingertips numb.

Fourth Master Fu is usually aloof, sober and impersonal, and such lingering physical contact is always rare.

But Chu Jinan found that he seemed to like this very much recently, and he didn't know how to develop this habit.

Fu Rongheng seemed to be aware of what she was thinking, and whispered in her ear with a bit of drunkenness.

"Our Jin'an hands are very expensive, and we can snatch the fourth brother back from the gate of hell."

Chu Jinan pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, his ears were itchy, it was his breathing: "I should do it."

He didn't speak, but after sharing the same bed for such a long time, Chu Jinan knew what to do with just one look. He reached out and unbuttoned his military uniform, hung it on the hanger nearby, and then dropped it on his shirt.

So he kissed her.

That look, beneath the thin ice, was full of desire and thrilling indulgence.

Outside the house was a vast expanse of white, and the bright moon in late winter shone on the branches dimly through the window, and in the light of the lights, it was lingering.

Chu Jinan lost his strength and fell into his arms, his body trembling a little because of his touch.

Kissing her, she was laid down on the bed.

Outside the window, there was the sound of wind, falling snow, and footsteps. Inside the house, the sobering soup was still bubbling, the old wooden bed creaked, and his breathing was clearly captured by Chu Jinan.

Chu Jinan came back to his senses and was a little worried: "Fourth brother..."

Fu Rongheng's movements stopped for a moment, and he suddenly woke up. He looked into her eyes, like cold water being poured down, and stood up immediately. His voice was hoarse and restrained: "I'll drink some water."

Before Chu Jinan could react, he was already gone.

How could anyone... pull away halfway.

Chu Jinan sat up, opened the window a little, and the wind blew in. Later, he felt a chill.

Only then did Chu Jinan realize that the loose white sweater on his body and its lingering breath were as clear as the snow in the sky.

Chu Jinan's face turned even redder now, and he hurriedly pulled down his sweater, letting his long hair fall over his shoulders. He was at a loss for a moment.

The room was connected to the small kitchen, and the sound of boiling sober soup stopped and became extremely quiet, but her heart was extremely restless.

Fu Rongheng came back and saw her on the bed from a distance. The light was dim, her eyes were watery, her clothes were disheveled, and she looked at him clearly.

A girl knelt down and sat on his bed late at night, with half of her shoulders exposed, and looked at him with such eyes. Did she ever think about what would happen to a man?

He watched that body grow with his own eyes.

Fu Rongheng glanced at her twice, then looked away without nostalgia, walked straight to the window, opened the window, and the night wind came in and blew over his collar.
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