MTL - The President is Being Shameless Again-Chapter 42 Yan Beicheng bowed his head a bit shy.

Because of the movement of his hands, he could even see the strong outline of his chest. Immediately afterwards, the cooling of the ointment came from the side of the brain that was still sore. The strength of his hand was very light, as if he was afraid of hurting her, like a feather swiping back and forth.

In addition, the coolness of the ointment also relieved the hot pain, which actually made her feel more comfortable.

It was just that his chest was close to his face, but she couldn't relax anymore. Suddenly, he felt his warm breath falling down, sometimes falling on his forehead, sometimes blowing her hair lightly, although it was not Obviously, when his spirit was tight, Lin Chu felt his keen hair floating.

Not dare to look up, but dare to glance up and glance up to see his knot in his throat, half protruding from the **** rigid. Hard radian, his chin seemed to be close to his hair.

How could Yan Beicheng ignore her gaze, smirk at the corner of her mouth, lower her nose and tip of her nose and pinch her hair, and sniff her hair for a moment. She even pressed it up shamelessly, and kissed her hair with no trace of her lips.

Lin Chu felt only a little itchy, but he didn't dare to look up to confirm it, thinking that his hand was accidentally scratched, and didn't think about it. But the breath he shed was not to be ignored, and it became hotter and hotter. The burning breath slowly moved to the ears, and Lin Chu felt that his ears were going to smoke.

She couldn't stop trembling, for fear that Yan Beicheng felt strange about herself and was too shameful. He hurriedly looked up and wanted to stagger a little distance, but his ears swept softly.

Lin Chu's eyes widened slyly, and he couldn't even breathe, and his blush was about to blow up.

Yan Beicheng seemed to stumble a bit. In front of her eyes, she licked her lower lip, smashed her mouth, and bowed her head a little shyly. "Are you taking advantage of me?"

Chu Chu: "..."

Lin Chu pushed him away with a black face, and rushed into the kitchen.

Who is taking advantage of whom!

Taking a deep breath and calming down a few moments, the shoulder was suddenly patted.

Lin Chu turned fiercely, but unexpectedly Yan Beicheng stood so close, almost sticking to her back, her shoulder hit his chest, Yan Beicheng was motionless, but Lin Chu was hit back. Down, it's going to be a fart. The stock was planted and he was wrapped around his waist with his long arms and brought back to his arms.

"Why so treacherous." Yan Beicheng clasped her waist, and her lips were about to hit her forehead.

Lin Chu only thought it was a mistake to bring Yan Beicheng back, "I ... I'm going to cook ... you ... are you hungry?"

Yan Beicheng's dark eyes looked at her deeply, Lin Chu felt that he was like the food in front of him.

"Well, I'm really hungry." He said, his inexplicably hoarse voice, just like the emotional moment when it was critical, but did not speak.

Lin Chu's heartbeat flustered, pushing him out, "You let me go, I will do it now."

"Um." Yan Beicheng seemed to answer absently, but did not let go of her.