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Chapter 51: A certain self-inflicted man 2

"You are deaf."

."..."

"Don't want to go?" Shi Ying stared slightly.

I originally planned to take her out for a walk a few days ago to adjust to the passionless state of an old couple. It just so happened that I was going to Canada to deal with some things this time, and I had enough time to walk around with him.

Jiajia grinned, grabbed his arm and almost screamed with excitement.[

"Of course I do. I don't have many classes recently. I have a lot of time. It doesn't matter how long I go." She put down the remote control, tilted her head and pursed her lips, thinking, "What should I bring?"

She stood up quickly: "I'll pack your things first, and then I'll go home and pack mine tomorrow morning. Shi Ying, when do we leave tomorrow?"

Shi Ying chose to automatically ignore the excited smile on her face, took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She gently opened the door to isolate her chattering noise from the bathroom. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth unknowingly.

"Silly and naive nympho!"



The sky was still dark, and Huangfu Jiajia woke up from his sleep.

The cool sea breeze squeezed in through the open window and caressed her face, giving her a tingling feeling.

She raised her hands to rub her eyes, and spent a full two minutes going through the entire process from falling asleep to waking up. Her mind remembered something later.

Shi Ying said that he would not go easy on her for her drinking, but last night he seemed to have completely forgotten about that incident. When she packed her things to go to Canada, he held her in his arms and fell down for a while before falling asleep. Hehe.

, suddenly a kind of mentality called luck came into her mind.

She opened her eyes slightly, and it was dark. The only light source was the light coming from the window. There were goose-yellow outdoor street lights, a faint silver-white moonlight, and maybe a trace of dim refracted light. They blended into one.

A beam of light came in through the gap between the two curtains, casting a small area of ​​light on the carpet, and some of it fell on the silk quilt.

Jiajia raised her fingers and leaned over, and a faint light shone on her hand. She smiled and quietly spread her fingers. The light was cut into four light strips and trapped between the four fingers.

Time passes minute by minute.

In the darkness, she actually played with the aperture with great interest, and became addicted to it. After about twenty minutes, she began to feel a little tired, so she turned over and watched the people next to her calmly.

Sleeping face, sitting doing what she usually likes to do most, stretching out her index finger to trace his face.

From Adam's apple, go up bit by bit, caress his thin lips, slide along the bridge of his nose to his eyes, close your eyes, and carefully feel every detail of his facial features through touch.

The rising sun slowly emerged from the end of the sea level with half a wisp of red clouds. She leaned sweetly in his arms and thought to herself: She is so boring, not sleeping so early in the morning and playing around.

Playing with his face actually brings out such a sweet feeling in my heart.

What exactly is happiness?

This human being has studied philosophy for thousands of years. She, Huangfu Jiajia, doesn’t have so much brains to think about, but for her, when she wakes up early in the morning, such seemingly boring self-entertainment, nestled against that man

In her arms is her greatest happiness.

She is not greedy, her simple request is that she can enjoy early morning self-entertainment for the rest of her life, which others may find boring.

That’s right, it’s a lifetime, not a day, not a period of time, not ten years, but until the hair turns gray and the fallen leaves return to their roots.[


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