He Liushu's eyes were deep, amber in color under the dim light pouring from the crystal lamp. At this moment, his eyes were focused on Jing Miao's face.
He rarely stood up, he was tall, and everyone else was sitting. Only she could see his always gentle and careless face, showing a sharp look.
Jing Miao felt like the prey being stared at by a cheetah. The look in his eyes made Jing Miao feel tense all over.
The last time I met him, he squinted his eyes and declared word by word, "I want you."
His voice was hoarse with desire, like a Buddha who controls life and death, enjoying her mixture of shock and anger with a smile.
He Liushu, why bother making her life worse? She will never agree to his request, even if she is reduced to dancing in a nightclub!
She calmed down. In front of so many people, she knew that nothing would happen to him.
Jing Miao smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. He, for your kindness."
He raised his head and drank up the liquor drop by drop. He moved quickly and swiftly, and a burning sensation suddenly surged in his throat and spread to his entire stomach.
He Liushu smiled gently, his eyebrows stretched, and handed the poured glass of milk to Jing Miao's uncle, "Do you always listen to your uncle's words? Even if you don't care about yourself, you also care about your uncle. Don't let
Your uncle is worried"
He Liushu sat back, put one hand on the armrest of the chair, and tapped it gently, one by one.
I care about my uncle and my uncle's family, so I can't be ungrateful...
Jing Miao's face suddenly turned a little pale, and the heat that was obviously caused by the alcohol turned into a chill in an instant. Little by little, with that voice, his whole body cooled down.
"Shui Shui, drink the milk to express your kindness. Isn't it said that milk has the effect of beautifying the skin?" The uncle put the milk in Jing Miao's hand, with a caring smile on his honest face.
Jing Miao nodded numbly, put on a smile, and thanked He Liushu, "Thank you, Mr. He, for your concern. It's just that I have a cold recently. I'm afraid I can't drink cold drinks."
He Liushu narrowed his eyes slightly and focused on her wine-stained red lips that were as tender as if they could pinch water. Jing Miao took the glass of milk and put it aside.
He gestured slightly, and the secretary beside him who was good at guessing his boss's thoughts had already brought a cup of warm milk and delivered it to her personally.
Jing Miao had no choice but to take it. Jing Miao's uncle went to see off Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li who suddenly had something to do and left early. Suddenly, only the two of them were left in the entire box.
The warmth of the milk in the cup continued to flow through the palm of her hand, but it could not warm her. Jing Miao lowered her head and did not move the cup of milk.
He Liushu suddenly stood up. Jing Miao's whole body tensed up and he stood up suddenly. He stared at He Liushu with wide eyes.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled, lowering his voice, "I want to see how long you can hold it."
a pun
His amber eyes emitted a strange and blurry light, looking at Jing Miao gracefully like a little beast with thorns on its body to protect itself.
Jing Miao clenched her fists, digging her fingernails into her flesh tightly, clenching her fists again and again, as if this was the only way to keep herself from collapsing.