Chapter 1610 You are my belief (22)

  Cecia laughed angrily.

   "Azazel, do you think I can't punish you anymore?"

  He didn't speak, but hugged her tighter.

  Feeling her wings retracted, he went even further, covering her completely.

   Tell her not to escape.

   "You are late."

  He was hoarse, and the tip of his nose rubbed against her skirt.

  The voice is low, between the lines, it seems a little wronged.

   "It's your fault you're late."

   If you make a mistake, you will be punished.

   "..." Chesia's hand stopped.

  A meek person has soft hair.

  Soft, just like the stupid and stupid look when I was a child, even if I was beaten, I just pouted my mouth and rubbed myself, neither crying nor fussing.

  He has no temper, but has a great temper.

  When he grew up, he was very dependent on her.

  It's fine on weekdays.

   But sometimes if she doesn't appear in time, he will become very anxious like a wild beast that has lost its shackles.

  Like a fly that has lost its backbone, its rationality may run away at any time, and it may make crazy moves at any time.

   Very sick, has reached an extreme state.

   Cecia looked at him silently.

  The hand on his head also stopped for several seconds.

   Finally, she seemed to sigh.

   rubbed his head lightly, just like when he was a child.

   "Then, can you forgive me?"

   She rubbed his soft hair and asked helplessly.

   Of course it is possible.

  The docile beast raised its head and rubbed her face.

   Facing her beautiful star-like bright green eyes, he was determined.

   His dark eyes narrowed slightly.

  The gentleness reveals the breath of scum again.

  He raised his hand and gently lifted her hair, revealing her porcelain-white delicate ears.

  He stared at her and kissed her again.

  The movements are extremely skillful.

   "Chesia."

   A man who has grown into a young man, his every move reveals lust.

  It is lingering, and even a slight movement can make people blush and heartbeat.

  He stroked her slender waist, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the heat of his palm.

   It's like sparks, just need a little more to burn completely.

   Burn her out.

  He said, "Let's go home, I think, and give you a present."

   "..." The beautiful and delicate angel blinked.

   After the words fell, he hugged her up.

  Standard baby-holding posture, relaxed.

   Cecia put his arms around his neck.

   When she was about to leave, she patted him and raised her chin as a gesture.

   "Azazel, don't forget your book."

  Azazel didn't even lift his eyes.

  Hold her tightly.

   "Put it here, no one will take it."

   He said lightly.

   Extremely indifferent.

   "..." Chesia was slightly taken aback.

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  Leaving the church, Azazel returned to the manor.

  Holding his angel doll, go upstairs.

  Keep your eyes straight, and completely ignore the person who is flirting in the manor, as if you didn't see it.

  Ji Chuchu saw her son came back, and hurriedly pushed Benson away.

   Subconsciously began to organize his messy clothes.

  Benson snorted and held her down.

   "Why panic, it's not the first time he ran into him."

   "So what!" Ji Chuchu glared at him fiercely, "He is my son, you don't care, I care!"

  Benson was aroused and felt bored for a while.

  He tugged at his crumpled tie, and then glanced at the back of the figure who disappeared on the second floor.

  (end of this chapter)