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Chu Zheng took Fu Chi to a clean room.

Fu Chi's face turned red, his eyes were filled with a confusing light, and his lips were biting blood.

I don’t know if the temperature on his body is too high or the temperature in the room is too high, Chu Zheng feels a little hot.

Chu Zheng threw the person onto the bed, and Fu Chi grabbed her wrist and his voice was hoarse: "I feel uncomfortable."

"You have been drugged." Chu Zheng said: "Just bear it."

"Hot..." Fu Chi grabbed Chu Zheng and pulled his collar with his other hand.

Chu Zheng felt hotter and dry mouth.

She glanced at Fu Chi on the bed. Two of the man's shirt had been torn apart, and his fair skin was covered with a faint pink.

The people on the bed are full of temptation.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, but the feeling became more and more obvious.

Hot, uncomfortable.

Chu Zheng bent down: "Where is the medicine under the medicine?"

Fu Chi felt the breath of Chu Zheng and felt it was cool, so he immediately wrapped his hands around.

Chu Zheng opened his hand: "Where is the medicine?"

Fu Chi was dissatisfied and wanted to lean on Chu Zheng's body.

But Chu Zheng pressed him and he couldn't move.

He hummed in discomfortably, as if he knew that he would not answer, Chu Zheng would not let go of him, so he could only hold up two words: "Aromatic..."

There was indeed a great fragrance in that room.
Chapter completed!