Quick Transmigration: Male God, Shine Bright! Chapter 59

Su Jiu carefully observed Chuzheng's expression, but he was disappointed. There was still no waves on Chuzheng’s face. As if what he said just now was as plain as asking her what to eat.

"Whatever."

Su Jiu: "..."

Do you agree? Or only perfunctory?

"There is a room upstairs, pick it yourself." Chuzheng got up: "Good night."

Su Jiu hurriedly stood up: "I'm afraid. I want sleep with you, I'm very good and don't move around."

"You don't move around?" I’m afraid that this weak chicken had forgotten what he had done. Who gave him the courage to say that!

"..." Su Jiu remembered what he had done during the Celebrity Challenge filming before. He didn't remember clearly how he rolled over to her.

Su Jiu pestered Chuzheng, and Chuzheng got a headache from the noise. When she went upstairs, she shut him in a room and locked it for good measure.

Su Jiu knocked on the door and called her.

Cannot hear.

Cannot hear.

I can’t hear you.

Chuzheng silently recited and quickly returned to her room.

Then, came the calls that kept coming in. Chuzheng was frustrated. She should have taken his cell phone away! Pay attention next time!

[Su Jiu: There is no quilt in the room.]

Su Jiu texted when she didn’t answer his call.

[Chuzheng: Impossible.]

This weak chicken wants to lie to her, no way!

[Su Jiu: Really not, look.]

Su Jiu posted a picture, and there was indeed no quilt on the bed in the room.

Chuzheng thought for a while and went out to Su Jiu's room. She opened the door. Su Jiu held his mobile phone and stood near the door with a blank and helpless face.

Chuzheng snatched the phone and quickly closed the door: "Turn up the heating yourself, you won't die from cold."

Su Jiu stood dumbfounded in the room.

Is he locked up?!

He looked at the door, and then at his empty hands—obviously.

He pressed his head against the door with a frustrated look on his face.

No!

He didn't want to lock her up yet. Why was he being locked up instead?

Su Jiu turned to look at the window. There was a platform below the window on this floor, which used as a decoration for the overall villa design. This platform was connected to the room next to it.

Su Jiu glanced down and the quilt he threw was lying alone in the snow.

The cold wind blew in from the window, biting cold.

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Chuzheng came out after taking a bath and was about to sleep when there was a slight knocking sound from the window next to her.

The sound was exceptionally clear in a quiet environment.

Chuzheng fastened the belt of her pajamas and went over to open the curtains. Outside the window, Su Jiu was lying on his stomach.

Chuzheng: "..." Sure enough! Looks like the window has to be locked!

She unlocked and opened the window. The cold wind rushed in. Su Jiu's face was cold and pale, he looked at her pitifully.

The soft hair was ruffled by the wind, as if it had been ravaged by someone.

Chuzheng raised her hand and pressed his head: "You can tell me if you want to die."

I'd be happy to do it for you.

"I miss you."

Chuzheng pressed his head with a serious face, a little cold, not as relaxed as before.

"I'm about to fall." Su Jiu's hands trembled slightly and was about to lose his footing.

Chuzheng removed her hand from his head as if nothing had happened and stretched it out in front of him. Su Jiu immediately smiled and put his cold hand in her palm.

Chuzheng tugged him in. Su Jiu felt like an ice cube in her arms. Chuzheng held him with one hand and closed the window.

Su Jiu was cold all over, his body trembled slightly. Chuzheng took him into the bathroom and let him take a bath with warm water.

"You won’t kick me out?" Su Jiu asked her carefully, he stood in front of the bathtub.

"I don't want the police to come to my house for tea tomorrow."

After Chuzheng finished speaking, she went out of the bathroom and closed the bathroom’s door. Su Jiu leaned against the bathtub and laughed, he took off his clothes and went in to dispel the cold.

Chuzheng stood in front of the window and looked down. Unsurprisingly, she saw the quilt in the snow, with fresh snow falling on it. It was estimated that she would not be able to see it tomorrow morning (TN: Buried in the snow).

She stood silently for nearly a minute then closed the curtains. She went back to bed and lay her side (of bed) to read various New Year's greetings from other people on her phone.

Just when she was distracted, a warm body hugged her from behind. A youthful voice sounded: "President Gu, Happy New Year."

Chuzheng rolled over and pushed his hand away, but the boy slipped into her arms.

Chuzheng: "..."

"Good night, President Gu."

Chuzheng held the phone and paused for nearly three seconds. Her palm was on the young man's head. For the sake of his head...

Never mind.

If you don't care about this weak chicken, you would seem to have no tolerance.

Chuzheng comforted herself and continued to look at her mobile phone. The young man breathed gently and put his hand on her waist. He slept very well.

If this is a girl, she must be innocent.

Pity……

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Su Jiu was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. Firecrackers were not allowed in the city, but there were always people who follow the customs that was handed down for thousands of years.

Chuzheng was also disturbed by the sound. So, she pulled the quilt to cover her head, trying to block the annoying sound.

Don't let me sleep well, so annoying!

Su Jiu took the person into his arms and raised his hand to cover her ears.

The noises outside gradually stopped. Su Jiu took a look at her in his arms. The girl’s eyes were closed and her cheek was pressed against his chest.

Su Jiu's breathing was slightly stagnated, his fingers slipped from her ears to her cheeks, and stopped at the corners of her mouth.

He loosened up a bit and slowly lowered his head. The tip of his nose touched the girl's. Their breaths blended, and his lips were only two centimeters apart.

Thum thump -

Su Jiu heard his heart beating fast.

Su Jiu looked at the person who was close at hand. His heart swayed, he closed his eyes, and pressed against her pink lips.

It was as soft as he imagined, like cotton, and the fragrance unique to girls invaded his brain. Every inch of his skin seemed to tremble.

Su Jiu only dared to steal a kiss. Like a thief, he withdrew quickly. His heart beat like thunder. He didn't even dare to look at the person in his arms.

He didn't know when Chuzheng would wake up, so he hugged her and lay down for a while before getting up and going downstairs.

When Chuzheng got up, Su Jiu had already made breakfast and was waiting for her.

"You don't have to do this." Chu Zheng said.

Su Jiu poured milk for her and answered obediently, "I'm willing to make you a breakfast... President Gu thinks I'm not good at cooking?"

He looked a little nervous, as if he was facing a major event in his life.

"……Good."

Su Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat opposite of Chuzheng.

When Chuzheng was swiping on her phone, her news kept popping up.

This kind of situation often happened and Chuzheng didn't care. Who knew that when she was swiping, she accidentally clicked to the top of the screen and clicked in all of sudden.

Chuzheng's fingers paused slightly and raised her eyes to look at the person on the opposite side.

"Su Jiu?"

Su Jiu raised his head and smiled at her.

"You sent this?" Chuzheng turned the phone to him.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there’s a micro-blog with pictures and texts.

Su Jiu V: New Year's gift. [picture]

The picture is of a hand in hand. Chuzheng can still recognize her hand, she doesn't remember this photo, it must have been taken secretly by Su Jiu this morning.

Su Jiu stood up abruptly and looking for his mobile phone in a panic: "I... I'll delete it."

Chuzheng looked at him for a few seconds, then dropped the phone and said, "Forget it."

It has been posted for so long. The screenshot should have been taken long time ago. What's the use of deleting it? It’s unnecessary.

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TN:

Ha, the ML wants to lock CZ up. Well, he can dream, and we shall not destroy it. Spoiler alert, he’s the one being locked up in the end.

The ML is clingy, like a limpet.