Wife is Not Divorced - Chapter 93.1

He smiled at Tang Li.

Chu Chisi put her hands on the table, her eyebrows curved, and there were some shallow dimples on her cheeks, and said, “Look, I’m taller than you.”

Then he said to himself, “I’m so naive.”

Tang Li “puchi” smiled, she walked towards the table, and then pressed Chu Chisi on the table, forcing her to be half shorter: “Are you still taller than me?”

The cumbersome silver chain hangs on Chu Chisi’s skin, swaying slightly with the movement, the metal rustling in his ears, leaving a faint coolness.

Chu Chi pushed her: “You cheated.”

Tang Li kissed her cheek, then let go of his wife and straightened up slowly: “Okay.”

“By the way, I brought something here.” Chu Chisi suddenly remembered something, she turned around in her backpack, and took out a dark collar.

The color of the neckband matches the major general’s suit, the workmanship is delicate and exquisite, and there are some silver ornaments for decoration.

Chu Chisi rubbed the edge of his neckband with one hand, and in the slight rustling sound, he scratched Tang Li’s throat with his fingertips: “…Is it okay?”

Tang Li rolled up her long hair: “What do you think?”

She bowed her head cooperatively, Chu Chisi unbuttoned the buckle, wrapped it around the back of her neck to cover the glands, and then fastened the buttons one by one, very carefully.

Seeing that his wife had been working on it for a long time, buttoning it up and taking it apart, and researching the structure, Tang Li couldn’t help but smirk, “Chi Si?”

Chu Chisi said, “Don’t move, I’ll buckle it up soon.”

Her movements were very light, her fingertips were soft, and she would rub Tang Li’s neck lightly from time to time, scratching her heart a little.

Tang Li could smell the light fragrance between his wrists, and the breath of fine snow circled the tip of his nose, invading his heart and lungs, tightening his throat and slowing down his breathing a lot.

After a while, Chu Chisi let go, looked at her with satisfaction, and said, “Okay.”

Tang Li slowly raised his head.

Her skin is fair and white, her neck is slender, and the neckband is dark, clinging to the soft and warm skin, suddenly like a lock, or some unknown mark.

Lock her up and become someone’s belonging.

The major general’s uniform was solemn and formal, representing medals and honor, but Tang Li was wearing a collar that she had fastened with her own hands, and leaned down for her.

Knees rubbed against her waist, Teng General wrapped Tang Li around, Chu Chi Si wrapped her shoulders, trapped Tang Li Rourou in his arms, and refused to let go.

Chu Chisi stroked the edge of the dark leather, and then raised her fingertips, scratching Tang Li’s jaw like a puppy.

Gently, very itchy.

The pulp of her finger slipped quietly over her skin, leaving a sporadic coolness. She pressed against the soft flesh there and lifted Tang Li’s face slightly.

The long black hair slipped from her shoulders, Chu Chisi stroked her cheek, and said softly, “Come on, call me sister.”