Chapter 439 (1/2)

Han Zhan doesn't care what Luo Shi thinks. At this time, what he sees in his eyes and thinks in his heart is only Chu Zhi.

Once back in the room, Han Zhan couldn't wait to crush Chu Zhi on the couch, bury his head in her hair and take a deep breath.

”It smells good. It's a squeaky smell!”

Chu Zhi pushed him: ”get up quickly.”

”Don't you miss me?” Han Zhan was pathetic. ”I miss you when I eat, sleep, day and night. It's hard to go home and hold my mother, but you have to push me away.”

Han Zhan complained: ”I'm sick. You don't care about me at all. You don't love me!”

Chu Zhi: ”

But he still asked, ”Why are you so ill? Is it serious? You didn't mention it in your letter earlier.”

”Serious.” Han Zhan buried his head in the shoulder socket of Chu Zhi, ”but it's serious. I can't see a lot of doctors well.”

”What's the matter with you?” Chu Zhi said and was about to get up. He was imprisoned by Han Zhan. ”What did the doctor say? How could he look bad?!”

Chu Zhi was in a hurry when he thought he was wrong.

Just listen to Han Zhan wentun say; ”Lovesickness, the doctor said that only you can cure it.”

”...” Chu Zhi smiled angrily, ”get up, I don't want to talk to you.”

”But I want to talk to you. You haven't said you miss me! You have no conscience.” Han Zhan took Chu Zhi's hand. ”I really miss you. If you don't believe me, I have you in my heart.”

Then he pulled Chu Zhi's hand over his chest, touched his hand, and felt a strong heartbeat in his palm. Chu Zhi couldn't help but blush.

”Well, I know you miss me.”

”Then kiss me.” Han Zhanshun climbed up, ”I'll be happy if you kiss me.”

Chu Zhi was entangled by him. He closed his eyes and came up. As a result, Han Zhan's head tilted slightly, covered the cherry lips on the other side, defended for attack, and attacked cities and land in her territory.

His feelings were eager and hot, just like the magma gushing out, and Chu Zhi had no strength to return it.

Previously, I thought it would be better to marry Zhizhi home. As a result, after marrying home, I found that I think more than before. On the night without Chu Zhi, Han Zhan feels miserable, just like purgatory. Every moment in Jiangnan, he can't wait to hurry back to Beijing to hug Zhizhi and then... Well, stop, I can't think any more.

That day and night, I wanted to have a strong enthusiasm. At this moment, it completely turned into heat and swept Chu Zhi. Han Zhan was young and lively. In the end, Chu Zhi collapsed in bed and let Han Zhan toss and turn.

But the man was still in Chu Zhi's ear and coaxed, ”Zhizhi, listen to your voice.”

Chu Zhi cried.

Han Zhan said later, ”you call your husband.”

Chu Zhi also called.

After a while, Han Zhan said, ”you call ah Zhan.”

Chu Zhi had no choice but to shout intermittently, ”ah, ah Zhan...”

I don't know whether that is ah or ah.

Han Zhan's eyes were a little deeper. His hot feelings could drown people, and dense beads of sweat exuded from his forehead. He was born with demonism. Even his eyes and tail were enchanted under the dim light. At this time, his black hair was tied behind him in a daze in red. On his solid chest was a delicate and seductive clavicle, and a pair of thin, white and delicate arms like broken lotus roots were clinging to his neck.

When hearing the squeaking ”a Zhan”, Han Zhan's eyes were terrible and coaxed her to call him a Zhan again and again.

Every time Chu Zhi shouted, Han Zhan's spirit was one point.

It was late at night that Han Zhan let Chu Zhi go. She had no strength at all. She was soft in his arms and behaved badly.

Han Zhan couldn't look enough at the ugly Chu branch. He grabbed the Chu branch like a woodpecker, pecking her eyes, her face, her mouth and smashing it twice.