A thin layer of sweat had already formed on Gu Jue's forehead, and his veins were bulging. It was really too unbearable to hold it in.
At this moment, every second was torture.
Looking at Chu Bai Qing's Red lips, he felt like the fire in his chest was burning.
Ji Chenzhou, who was on the other end of the line, was silent for a few seconds. From Gu Jue's voice, which sounded like he could not bear it anymore, he could tell what Gu Jue was doing at the moment ...
To be honest, Ji Chenzhou felt extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
However, he still did not forget the reason for his call.
He held back and did not hang up the phone immediately ...
"Little 9th wants milk, what should we give him?"
Ji Chenzhou's voice was very tense.
