Seeing that her eyes were only red, he felt heartbroken and even panicked slightly.
But when he thought of the kiss yesterday that made him crazy with jealousy, all his compassion and heartache completely dissipated at this moment, and what was left was just endless ridicule and absolute disdain for her.
Qian Qianqian looked at Shi Jing's cold back, listened to his humiliating words one after another, and finally poured back all the tears in her eyes.
He was right, she shouldn't use tears to win his sympathy, not to mention, he was not important enough for her to give up all her self-esteem to gain even a little bit of his humble pity.
He boldly looked at Shi Jing's back, and his grievances turned into anger and he shouted loudly at his back:
"Who wants to climb into your bed! I won't be so presumptuous!!!"
He didn't expect Qian Qianqian to shout this to him so loudly. Shi Jing's back stiffened for a moment, and his gaze suddenly dropped a bit at this time.
It's not rare, right? It's not rare to climb into his bed, but it's very rare to climb into that senior's bed?
The original anger deepened when this idea came into contact.
Jealousy and an unconcealed sense of danger flashed in his deep eyes, and Qian Qianqian's angry voice came from behind him again:
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten a word of what you said to me. I know very well what kind of person I am, and I won't be so presumptuous as to climb into your eldest young master's bed. I know that I am not worthy at all. I don't deserve it."
I need you to remind me at any time!!!”
What was originally just a way to vent her anger turned into endless grievances. She yelled out all the words that she had been suppressing in her heart. After yelling out, even she was stunned and wanted to take them back.
It was too late, she was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand silently, quietly wiped away the tears that had slipped down unknowingly, and turned around to leave.
Shi Jing's back froze in place because of her self-deprecating words just now. He felt the inferiority complex in her heart that was inadvertently flowing away, and felt a slight pain in her heart.
The good-looking brows were subconsciously knitted at this time, and the originally cold eyes gently converged, looking a little dim.
The room fell into silence. After a while, he turned around and walked toward the bathroom with some annoyance. However, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the untouched hangover tea on the bedside table, and he stopped in his tracks.
His slightly annoyed eyes narrowed into a thin line at this time, and the scene that happened last night flashed through his mind at this time, and the scenes clearly broke into his brain at this time.
He remembered it more and more clearly.
It was him who imprisoned her in his arms, held her tightly under him and refused to let her go, instead of her taking the initiative to climb into his bed.
He remembered her struggles and panicked cries. If he hadn't restrained her tyrannically, his arms would have been empty when he woke up.
Looking back, he slept so contentedly and contentedly while holding her that night, his arms were full, as if all the emptiness and loneliness in every dark night were filled this night by holding her in his arms.
Qianqian, don't move, let me hold you for a while.
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Recalling this sentence, last night, he was the one who asked her to do this. It was he who asked her to let him hold her. That moment of peace of mind and satisfaction was all given by her. At this moment, what reason did he have to ridicule her?