Mommy doesn't like seeing Daddy

When Cen An heard her say that she had a fever, he remembered the incident of having a fever that night.

　Naturally, I also guessed what kind of state she was talking about with a fever.

　"At that time, was it very bitter?" Cen An's heart twitched when he asked this sentence, and his heart ached.

　He stretched out his arms and hugged Jinhe from behind.

　Jinhe's head was lowered on his chin, and the fragrance of his hair spread all over his body along with his sense of smell.

　The sudden movement made Jinhe startled and struggled.

　"Don't move, let me hug you like this." Cen An's low voice like a cello filled Jinhe's ears.

　Jinhe paused for about 10 seconds and forgot to break free.

　It was only then that he suddenly realized that he wanted to break free forcefully.

　Cen An no longer insisted, let go of his arms, Jinhe quickly took a step back, and left Cen An's embrace.

　Looking at Cen An's eyes, there was a touch of warning and vigilance.

　In the office, it was suddenly so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them remained.

　"Dong dong."

　"Enter."

　Ye Xiu pushed the door open and walked in, obviously feeling the awkwardness in the atmosphere in the room.

　He handed the bag in his hand to Cen An, and hurriedly backed out.

　Cen An lifted the bag to the lounge behind a screen.

　Looking at Jinhe and pointing: "Go and change your clothes."

　Jinhe didn't expect that he would be so caring.

　He nodded and walked to the inner room.

　Cen An smoothly pulled the door and closed it.

　After about 3 minutes, Cen An stood by the window and waited.

　I haven't seen Jinhe come out for a long time, and I feel a little worried.

　After hesitating for a moment, he still went to knock the door. Just as he put his hand on the door, the door opened at the same time.

　Cen An's hand was still in mid-air.

　Looking at Jinhe, he was still wearing the same clothes as before.

　Asked suspiciously: "Why didn't you change it? Is it inappropriate?"

　"The zipper on the back may be stuck and cannot be opened." Jinhe was a little embarrassed.

　"Let me see." Cen An said, holding Jin He's shoulders, and turned his back around.

　"The zipper is stuck by the inner lining." Cen An pulled down hard while speaking.

　Still can't pull it, try harder.

　Only the sound of "tearing" was heard, and all the skin on Jin He's back was exposed in front of Cen An's eyes.

　Jinhe hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it, and walked into the room.

　But as soon as he opened his legs and took a step, he felt a chill coming from his body.

　Looking down, the skirts have all faded to the feet and piled up.

　"I..." Cen An's voice came from behind.

　Jinhe shielded his chest, at a loss.

　Cen An looked down at his feet, he was the one who stepped on the hem of his skirt.

　Jin He turned her head to the side, and also saw the hem of the skirt that was trampled by Cen An.

　He hurriedly moved forward, trying to hide in the room.

　Probably because of haste and panic, his feet were touched by the skirt again.

　The whole body fell forward uncontrollably.

　With nothing to hold on to, he was about to fall to the ground.

　Cen An hastily stretched out his hand and took Jinhe into his arms.

　The palm of your hand, just right on Jinhe's chest.

　As Jinhe got closer, his body, which was already reacting, became even more intense at this time.

　Jinhe was embraced by Cen An again, with his back pressed against his chest.

　Under the strong chest, there seemed to be something pushing against her, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to explore.

　Then, as if he had just realized it, Jin He's cheeks instantly turned red to his neck.

　How did Cen An expect Jin He to make such a move, and he was already suppressing his desire.

　About to be disintegrated, he hugged Jinhe's arm and tightened it a bit.