Jiang Xingxing added the amount of water to the maximum, and the scalding water flowed throughout her body. She stroked her smooth skin and looked at the mirror beside the water table.

The mirror was covered with a thin layer of mist beads, and the woman in the mirror was blurred. She raised her hand and rubbed a clear reflective surface on the mirror, which just reflected her slender and beautiful clavicle.

When he was very young, Jiang Xingxing would stand in front of the mirror to look at his body while taking a shower, watching it grow up little by little, and gradually become more like a woman as he grows older.

She loves every inch of her body's skin, even the scars that bring her endless ridicule and endless pain.

No one loves her, only one will cherish herself.

And tonight, is she going to hand over her body to another completely strange man?

Jiang Xingxing is actually not a conservative. She is in the most chaotic entertainment circle and is used to money and sex transactions around her. Although she disdains this, she does not stand on the commanding heights of morality to condemn others. After all, it is not easy for everyone. In order to realize their dreams, everyone has the right to control their own body.

She also carefully pleased the man for her future.

If he was not Shang Jie, but a real homeless man, would she still be so obedient to him?

Of course not.

Jiang Xingxing has suffered too much since childhood and has fallen too much. She knows that there are many things, and it is difficult to achieve success by relying solely on her own strength. Her power is too weak.

Shang Jie is now her life-saving straw, and she wants to hold him tightly.

Jiang Xingxing was thinking when he suddenly saw the figure of the man outside the door getting closer and closer, standing next to the misty glass door.

Jiang Xingxing was slightly surprised: "Don't come in?"

A man sneered outside the door: "Don't be so anxious."

Jiang Xingxing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but soon the familiar sound of opening the door came from outside the room. Jiang Xingxing quickly turned off the shower and asked, "Are you leaving?"

“Go out and buy something.”

“What to buy?”

“Buy some wine.”

He said: "It makes you less afraid."

It was the first time Jiang Xingxing heard that doing this kind of thing requires drinking to be brave.

Of course, in addition to buying wine, Shang Jie also bought other things. When he came back, Jiang Xingxing had already taken a shower and came out, standing in front of the mirror and blew his hair with a hair dryer.

She was wearing the usual white flannel pajamas, which was very warm and wrapped around her like a little white bear.

Under the hot air of the hair dryer, her black and thick hair was fluttering randomly.

Shang Jie suddenly pressed her from behind. Jiang Xingxing was shocked and turned his face to the side. He was looking down at her.

Her skin had a certain hydrated whiteness, which was as smooth as a baby, and had a sweet almond scent on her body. She specially applied a fragrant body lotion.

Her careful preparation made Shang Jie feel very satisfied.

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

Jiang Xingxing was very nervous. He avoided his kiss, pulled himself to the table, opened the pocket he had brought back, and asked casually: "You bought red wine."

"Um."

"Not only wine, you also bought something else..."

...

She put down the thing awkwardly and asked him, "Are you hungry? Can I cook something for you to eat?"

"I just want to eat you now."

In Shang Jie's deep pupils, there was no hidden love for her.

Jiang Xingxing lowered his head and pursed his lips, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Shang Jie's mouth raised slightly, opened a bottle of red wine, and brought two goblets: "No hurry, I like to get better."

Jiang Xingxing walked to the sofa, took the wine glass, and ran into him.

Shang Jie simply turned on the TV, then surrounded her from behind, and the two of them were nestled on the sofa, drinking and watching TV.

All this happened very naturally. The two of them were like close lovers who had been together for a long time. Even if Shang Jie's hand fell on her waist and gently pinched her hand, she didn't feel weird.

He asked the atmosphere to be so well-behaved that the two of them would not be too embarrassed.

Jiang Xingxing turned around and kissed his jaw with stubble: "To be honest, I'm actually very happy during this period, and I feel happy more than ever before."

Shang Jie raised his eyebrows: "Is that true?"

"You are with me, you are not that lonely."

She touched Shang Jie's wine glass: "Really, I'm glad you've been with me for the time."

Shang Jie seemed to be unable to drink much, so he didn't drink much and was already a little dizzy. He began to walk around disobediently while holding her hands.

Jiang Xingxing poured a glass of wine for Shang Jie and asked with courage: "What time has Mr. Shang?"

Shang Jie raised his head and drank red wine, and his eyes were drunk and picking: "If I say it's the first time, do you believe it?"

Jiang Xingxing shook his head, not believing that he is a romantic wanderer on weekdays. He is nearly thirty years old and is a virgin, who are you lying to?

"My brother said I was sick and locked up for a long time."

Shang Jie recalled the past, and his eyes showed a little resentment and hatred: "I almost went crazy."

Jiang Xingxing frowned and looked at him sympathetically: "I don't know you have such an experience."

"I once swore that as long as I came out, I would never go back and go back to that prison-like place."

His hot breath hit her ears, carrying the fragrant smell of red wine: "I don't want to be a general manager. I just want to find a woman I like and live a free life, but he can't let me do it."

Jiang Xingxing suddenly felt sad. He clearly didn't want to go back, but for her sake, she forced him to go back, and even used her body as a exchange.

Very selfish.

"Mr. Shang, if you really don't want to, then I..."

Suddenly, when Jiang Xingxing felt his shoulders rise, he turned around and found that the man's head was actually on her shoulders, and he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Jiang Xingxing:?

She shook his arm: "Mr. Shang?"

Shang Jie muttered, then hugged her and lay comfortably on the sofa, putting his head into her neck and continuing to sleep.

Jiang Xingxing:...

Didn’t she say that she was so brave? Why did he fall down first? No such thing!

Shang Jie hugged her like a soft plush doll, sleeping with peace of mind.

Jiang Xingxing had no choice but to turn off the wall light.

Let him sleep.

In fact, she had already begun to regret the deal she had made with him. She could not use her body to exchange for the rest of his life's freedom. This was too selfish and he had the right to choose what kind of life he would live.

And the drama troupe will definitely find a better solution.

She recalled what Shang Jie said just now: "Find a woman you like."

For some reason, these words were like boiling boiling water, pouring on her cool heart, and she felt fresh again.

She gently hugged his head, stroked the hard stubble behind his head, and said softly: "Mr. Shang, I will protect you and will not let him find you."

At this moment, Shang Jie's warm palms suddenly grabbed her wrist and squeezed her skin so hard that it hurt her bones and her bones were about to break.

"Mr. Shang, you...you hurt me."

Shang Jie closed his eyes tightly, and there seemed to be a painful struggle between his eyebrows. He held her wrist tightly and said in an extremely unfamiliar low tone—

"Stay away from him..."

...

In the early morning, Shang Jie woke up with a tremor and almost rolled down from the sofa. He stumbled and got up, ran to the edge of the basin, turned on the faucet and began to pour his head.

A minute later, he calmed down and looked up at the man in the mirror.

In the morning sun, the man's skin was very white and there were almost no flaws. The upright nose bridge was raised with raised eyebrows, covering his dark brown eyes in his deep eye contours. His eyelashes were particularly curled and amazingly long.

The tip of his nose was decorated with water droplets.

Tick, Tick...

It's him.

It's him.

Shang Jie's vigilance gradually relaxed. He picked up the water and threw it on his face, and picked up a towel to wipe it.

"You're awake."

The woman's voice came, Shang Jie shuddered again, moved back suddenly, turned around and saw Jiang Xingxing leaning against the door, looking at him worriedly.

Shang Jie's head was very heavy, his temples were pounding uncomfortable, and some of them were unable to come back to his senses.

“Last night…”
To be continued...