And Shi Jing was also aware of his subconscious and uncontrollable actions just now, and the feeling of almost melting her into his heart when he kissed her.
Ying Ting frowned slightly. He seemed to dislike having such an uncontrollable reaction to a woman, even...
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This reaction occurs completely unconsciously.
The most primitive instinct from the bottom of his heart drove him to do this. This is absolutely impossible for other women to do, but Qian Qianqian.
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Another exception among exceptions.
If he explains this with the reason that he likes her, then.
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Do you like her to such an extent that you are almost crazy?
What does a kind of love that is described as crazy mean?
Thinking of the possibility that frightened him, he frowned again, stretched out his hand, and ruthlessly pushed Qian Qianqian away from him.
What was replaced was that expressionless handsome face, which, under the reflection of the moonlight, exuded a depressing air of alienation.
In Qian Qianqian's eyes, which looked slightly startled and lost, he raised his lips and said, "Qian Qianqian, do you have any intention of following me into the room for an excuse?"
An understatement, Qian Qianqian was so shocked that she immediately came back to her senses. Thinking of the scene just now, her cheeks immediately turned red, and her dark starry eyes widened at this moment. She shook her head and denied him:
"No, I don't have any intentions. I...I'm worried that if your hand becomes useless in the future, I will be responsible for you for the rest of my life. I don't want to be responsible for you!"
As if to hide the guilt in her eyes, her voice became louder and louder, while her eyes became more and more evasive.
Facing Shi Jing's half-scrutinizing, half-ridiculing eyes, the gradually amusement at the corner of her mouth made her feel more and more guilty, and she retreated to the door as if she was evading:
"I...I don't care about you anymore, I...I'm leaving."
After saying that, he hurriedly opened the door, and in Shi Jing's half-smiling eyes, he ran out of his room as if he was running away. His back showed a guilty conscience, panic and confusion.
The corners of Shi Jing's raised lips were lowered the moment Qian Qianqian disappeared from the door. His handsome face, which was originally full of amusement, was stained with a gloomy air. His eyes were narrowed, and his expression looked a little serious.
I am worried that if your hand becomes useless in the future, I will be responsible for you for the rest of my life.
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A lifetime? It was such a heart-warming sentence, but it sounded sarcastic and disgusting to him.
He didn't believe that there would be such a thing in this world forever. Thinking of this, his eyes became a little colder.
After Qian Qianqian returned to the room, she closed the door as quickly as possible.
Her heart was beating so hard that it almost seemed to burst out of her heart. Thinking of that inexplicable kiss, her heart palpitations made her head dizzy.
I don’t know how I persisted until I returned to the room. That seemingly lingering kiss was filled with too much bitterness.
She sat down on the bed absentmindedly, and her hand gently touched the place where Shi Jing had kissed her, still retaining Shi Jing's faint breath.
Thinking of the playfulness in Shi Jing's eyes, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Perhaps, to Shi Dashen, such a kiss was nothing, just like his usual poisonous tongue, it was just a way of teasing her.