What he was afraid of...the only thing he was afraid of was that his love would be exposed, and she would rather run away than rely on him.
She was too defensive.
In fact, are these precautions not a sign of inferiority?
After all, she is not confident either.
Even if she is aloof, even if she is as beautiful as a flower, she still has a lower self-esteem and autistic heart than the average person...
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His lips were getting hotter and hotter.
His breathing became thicker and thicker.
Her eyes became more and more confused.
Her consciousness became increasingly blurred.
He finally allowed himself to invade her mouth, sucking in her sweetness and feeling her messiness.
Only at this time, when desire... was aroused, would she make him feel that she was so real.
This kiss lasted for a long, long time...
When they kissed, they thought it would last forever, and the seas would dry up and the rocks would rot.
Then he gently let go of her.
There was lingering lust in his eyes, and there was no expression on his indifferent face.
It was as if he didn't hear what she just said, he just stared at her deeply.
Then, he stretched out his hand, lifted her chin, looked at her beautiful face carefully, and said slowly: "Come out with me."
Zhong Qing doesn't understand Yi Jian a little bit.
She had a lot of thoughts on her mind, and they were spinning very fast at this moment. She rejected him, but he was still so nonchalant. He even knew that he had gone to see He Anyuan, and he didn't ask or explore. The more he behaved like this
, the more she felt uneasy.
However, if he didn't ask, she wouldn't mention it.
Otherwise, you are just throwing yourself into a trap and someone will see the clues.
"Where are you going?" Zhong Qing's lips moved in surprise.
Yi Jian just looked at her with very indifferent eyes, at her face that was a little red from his kiss, and at the look in her eyes that was obviously fragile but pretending to be strong.
The sunlight outside the window hit the house and hit the two people, forming beautiful mottled patterns.
He was wearing a white suit, and she was wearing a white cheongsam, embroidered with colorful colors and dotted with rhinestones. It seemed that the colors on her body were thick and magnificent, and the picture was stunningly beautiful.
Zhongqing is a traditional Chinese girl. She only likes to wear cheongsam and all kinds of cheongsam.
