Reborn in the 1970s, the cold soldier is a bit sweet

After the kiss, he asked again: "Are you dreaming?"

Wang Xiaoxiao leaned in his arms and panted, shaking her head: "No... no more."

Chu Xingchen lowered his head and looked at her carefully, rubbing his rough fingertips on her lips.

As soon as Wang Xiaoxiao calmed down her breathing, someone pressed over her again. She quickly stretched out her hand to push him: "No... no more."

It was so early in the morning, she didn't want to do anything like that.

The corners of Chu Xingchen's lips curved. She didn't have the final say whether he wanted it or not.

The soft moans were intermittent in his overbearing kiss, and the little kitten-like meowing made his heart itch. The big hand holding her face reached out from the hem of her clothes, and it felt as smooth as silk. It leaves one wanting more.

Every time they were intimate, Chu Xingchen couldn't help but want to be violent, wishing he could just swallow her up.

The little woman in his arms was out of breath again, so he had no choice but to move his lips away, slide down on her slender and white neck, and suck on her lingeringly.

Wang Xiaoxiao opened her red lips slightly and breathed greedily. She reached out and pushed him: "Get up... get up quickly."

If you are kissed by him, you will definitely not be able to escape the ending of being "eaten".

The head buried in her collarbone moved down again, and his slender hands flexibly unbuttoned the buttons blocking his way. His lips fell on her tall soft part, and he bit down slightly hard, successfully stopping her. He paused and said, "I'll just kiss you..."

The man's dark and magnetic voice vaguely reached Wang Xiaoxiao's ears. Following his movements, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a sentence came to her mind. Can she believe what the man said at this time? Of course not.

His thin lips continued to swim downward, but she was no longer able to resist. Her wet eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, which had already been disturbed.

When the man's thin lips stopped there, Wang Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help it anymore. Her face was already blushing, her teeth were trembling slightly, and her voice was charming: "Chu...Chu Xingchen...don't... Don't do this, I... don't like it..."

One sentence seemed to consume all her strength.

The man took a deep breath when he heard this.

"Ah~~"

An exclamation-like moan escaped from the woman's red lips.

For a moment, spring water flowed across his face, soaking his lips and his face...

Chu Xingchen chuckled softly. He raised his head to her lips and wanted to kiss her red lips, but she avoided him in disgust.

Wang Xiaoxiao covered her eyes to avoid looking at the overly fragrant scene.

Chu Xingchen paused, laughter overflowed from his throat, and he kissed her lips: "You even despise yourself."

Wang Xiaoxiao's cheeks were hot. How could this be disgust? It was clearly...

Chu Xingchen loved her look so much. He put his thin lips on her ear and whispered: "The body is much more honest than the mouth."

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't understand what he meant. She covered his mouth with her hand in shame and anger: "Stop talking~"

Unconsciously with a coquettish ending, it was so soft that it seemed like it could drip water.

Chu Xingchen's heart felt like it was being scratched by the soft paw pads of a kitten, and the tip of his heart trembled: "Okay."

He stopped talking, he did...

The sun that climbed into the sky outside the window was so embarrassed by the lingering people on the kang in the house that it secretly hid in the clouds. The silent air was filled with the suppressed rough breathing of men and the moans of women begging for mercy.

By the time it was all over, it was almost noon.

With a satisfied look on his face, Chu Xingchen hugged a little woman who was hiding under the quilt and refused to come out, and asked softly: "Do you want to get up?"

A muffled voice came from the quilt: "Tired."

Chu Xingchen chuckled: "Are you planning to suffocate yourself to death?"

He reached out to pull the quilt, but was met with resistance by the little woman without exception. A pair of white and tender hands stretched out from the quilt and pulled the quilt tightly. The owner of the hands twisted a few times and pressed the corners of the quilt. When he reached his body, he wrapped himself into a caterpillar.

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't want to face Chu Xingchen at all now. When she saw his face, those shameful things just now appeared in her mind unconsciously.

"Don't want to get up?" The man's smiling voice came to his ears again: "Then I want to take a nap too?"

He said and took the caterpillar that had just moved away from him into his arms again.

Wang Xiaoxiao kicked him: "I want to take a shower."

Taking a bath, this is good: "I just want to, let's go together..."

Before he could say the word "wash", he received another kick on the leg, this time with real force. Chu Xingchen decisively shut up and stopped messing with some angry little woman.

Wang Xiaoxiao waited for a long time, but when the man beside him didn't move, he couldn't help but urge again: "Chu Xingchen, I want to take a shower."

It was so uncomfortable to be so sticky.

A hint of mischief flashed in Chu Xingchen's eyes: "Oh, my legs hurt, I can't move..."

He paused and added: "It's just that if someone could kiss me, I think my legs would stop hurting."

He didn't ask for a kiss, but he was pinched hard on the waist again.

Threatening words came from the quilt: "Are you going or not?"

Chu Xingchen replied firmly: "I won't go."

"going or not!"

"No...go, go, don't bite, it hurts."

Compared with the harmonious and warm atmosphere here, there is a huge difference in a small suburban courtyard. There is low air pressure everywhere in the house.

Zhou Jiangtao looked at the two subordinates below expressionlessly: "You guys are telling me again."

The anger in his tone almost burned the two subordinates.

Zhou Jiangtao really couldn't understand why none of last night's meticulous plan succeeded. Not only did it fail, it also cost so many people.

The two subordinates stood there with their heads lowered, fearing that they would be implicated accidentally and suffer this monstrous rage.

They couldn't stop complaining in their hearts, how could they be so unlucky and encounter such a mess.

Seeing that they were silent, Zhou Jiangtao became even more angry. He yelled: "Why, they are all mute."

For the plan last night, he sent out two waves of people. He originally thought it was foolproof, but it turned out that both waves of people had not returned. He waited until dawn from last night, but to no avail, so he had to send people to look for it. As a result, the people he sent were People actually brought him such tragic news.

Zhou Jiangtao once suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Now the two subordinates did not dare to remain silent. One of them stuttered and said: "Back to the Second Master, Zhou... Zhou Wuhua and others... are currently missing."

Another subordinate also said cautiously: "Zhou Wumin and others were sent to the station. There was a fierce fight last night and they were all seriously injured."

Zhou Jiangtao could no longer control the anger in his heart. He picked up the enamel cup on the table and threw it over, cursing: "Trash."

I don't know if this "trash" was a curse on the person who was sent out last night and failed to complete the task, or on the two subordinates who were sent out to find the person this morning.

The ceramic cup hit one of the subordinates on the head hard, making a dull collision sound. The subordinate rolled his eyes and fainted.

Another subordinate wanted to lower his head into the soil. He wished he could sit over at this time, so that he might be able to escape.

After Zhou Jiangtao smashed everything in the room, he finally calmed down. He called another subordinate and ordered: "Go and find out the whereabouts of Zhou Wuhua."

The subordinate took the order and quickly walked out the door. Before leaving, he secretly glanced at the two companions lying on the ground, a flash of pain in his eyes.

Zhou Jiangtao tugged on his collar angrily. After a long while, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, got up and walked out. He had to go to the bureau himself.