It only takes a glance over, the slightly gloomy and fierce dissatisfaction almost makes people shiver, and they dare not say anything to him.

So dragging and dragging, and the time for regular inspections has been delayed for a long time. This is the problem with the inspection.

The same as the usual exhortation before, except that this time there is one more Chu Ci, no matter if you are cold-faced or whatever, this little guy is not afraid of him at all. He is often the one who surrenders in the end after confronting her for a long time.

Yan Ting snorted, but didn't take off his coat anymore. He just listened to the little girl mouthing a sick person, her eyes narrowed dangerously, she stood up, raised her brows, and approached the dining table.

The Lingque, who was eating grains, tilted his head and watched Yan Ting come by. The small body jumped back two steps, and then flew away alertly.

Chu Ci was still sitting on the chair, tilting his head to watch him approach.

"The sickly?"

He raised his brows slightly and asked in a low voice.

Chu Ci raised his head, answered without hesitation, and deliberately emphasized, "Well, the sick!"

Just follow her a little, thinking about turning the sky.

Yan Ting bent his lips and smiled, raising his hand vainly to pinch Chu Ci's cheek.

The little girl hid back a little, and his hand fell on her shoulder.

Chu Ci was taken aback.

Yan Ting was also taken aback, feeling the subtle sensation of his subordinates. It was true that he touched something, but he only felt a resistance.

While the little girl was also stunned, Yan Ting directly bent over, tightening her hands to pinch Chu Ci's small waist, and exerting slight force on her wrists.

Chu Ci whispered in his mouth, and subconsciously raised his hand on his shoulder, blinking his eyes to see that he was lifted by him.

I can touch it, but the touch in my hand is so light that it takes almost no effort to lift her to this height.

The little girl was still blindfolded, with her hands on his shoulders, the little look on her face that you can do with me became a kind of confusion.

Then she reacted, her body shook slightly, the resistance in Yan Ting's hand disappeared, and the little girl landed lightly, lowering her head to look at her little hand.

Yan Ting touched it again, but he couldn't touch it anymore.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes darkened, and his fingertips rubbed, recalling what he had just felt.

He couldn't touch it now, and he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

Before she could fully react, she saw the little girl tilting her head and let out a suspicious hey, then raised her hand and leaned towards him again.

He tentatively held his fingertips.

"I can touch it."

The little girl blinked and spoke softly and surprised.

The feeling of touching is very strange, there is no temperature, and it does not feel like touching the skin. It is like the feeling of pressing air and something squeezing.

Yan Ting subconsciously lowered his eyes and tightened his hands.

Chu Ci didn't realize his movements at all, and curiously shook the hand that held him.

"Well," he didn't know what he thought of, he responded in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse, "I will try too."

How do you try? Chu Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward and stretched his arms, encircling Chu Ci in his arms.

Indeed, he was holding something, and then there was an inexplicable gentle force on his waist.

It was the little girl who hugged him with her backhand subconsciously.

The corners of Yan Ting's lips hooked, and the jacket that was draped over his shoulders slipped down because of his movements.

‘Yan Ting’s love value +5, currently 51. ’