"If you keep staring at me like this, I'll walk away." Jing Jiaren threatened.
"Don't hold on if you feel uncomfortable, tell me as soon as possible." Ximen Longting retracted his gaze, picked up the book, and leaned his strong chin on her shoulder, "Teach me Chinese."
His breath spreads out, it is a male breath that only belongs to him, and it is easy to make people dizzy and intoxicated.
Jing Jiaren refused to teach her, so he used the "stubble-piercing" attack and cooperated with scratching her creaking holes.
Jing Jiaren couldn't bear the tossing he was doing, so she swayed in his arms: "Stop making trouble... Hey, I'll just teach you."
"What do you mean by this?"
The most basic word for devil's finger.
Jing Jiaren said without thinking: "Me."
He curled his lips and swiped his finger: "This."
"like."
His finger crossed another word.
This time Jing Jiaren didn't speak so quickly and paused.
Ximen Longting bit her ear, and his low voice tempted her: "Tell me, what is this word?"
Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "You obviously know me!"
"I don't know."
"You." She gritted her teeth, "You are the pig 'you', you are the perverted 'you', and you are the mentally ill 'you'."
"Sound the three words together."
"Love you and me."
"...the order is wrong."
"Love me you."
Ximen Longting grabbed her chin and narrowed his red eyes dangerously: "If you are not honest again, do you want a half-hour deep kiss as punishment, or an hour of two-person sports?"
"..." She is pregnant and cannot do that kind of thing. Although her ultimate goal is to have an abortion, this method is very harmful to her body. If she is not careful, she will bleed heavily and she will be in a life-threatening situation. In short,
Don't take risky moves unless absolutely necessary.
"If you don't talk, why don't you choose an hour of exercise for two?" Ximen Longting pretended to carry her to bed.
Jing Jiaren stopped her in time: "I'll just read it."
Ximen Longting's eyes were deep red and he stared at her: "Nian."
Those eyes seemed to have magic magnets, twisting her and making her unable to breathe.
Why did she see tension and anticipation in his eyes?
She smiled softly: "You love me."
"..."
"Stop pretending, I know you love me," Jing Jiaren deliberately provoked him, "If you don't love me, why do you have to force me to say those three words? It's obviously a lie, what's the point of saying it? You think so
Listen, is it because you want to tell me?"
Ximen Longting didn't speak or refute.
But the crimson eyes were tightening her even more urgently.
It was as if red lake water spurted out, sucking her into the whirlpool and about to drown her...
Jing Jiaren was even deprived of her breath and almost lost in his eyes.
He suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and asked playfully: "So, do you want me to love you?"
Jing Jiaren took a breath and returned to reality.
Ximen Longting held her hand habitually, leaving delicate kisses on the back of her palm and the snowflake diamond ring in her finger:
"Tell me, do you want me to love you?"
"No hope."
Three indifferent words, but like three barbed knives, piercing Ximen Longting's chest mercilessly.
His cold face froze slightly, and even his breathing became stinging, but he didn't show any signs of it.
Jing Jiaren caressed his cheek frivolously and said, "We don't talk about love between us. We are not worthy of talking about it. It is a blasphemy against love."
His voice was unusually deep: "If we don't talk about love, what kind of relationship would we have?" "..."
"If you keep staring at me like this, I'll walk away." Jing Jiaren threatened.
"Don't hold on if you feel uncomfortable, tell me as soon as possible." Ximen Longting retracted his gaze, picked up the book, and leaned his strong chin on her shoulder, "Teach me Chinese."
His breath spreads out, it is a male breath that only belongs to him, and it is easy to make people dizzy and intoxicated.
Jing Jiaren refused to teach her, so he used the "stubble-piercing" attack and cooperated with scratching her creaking holes.
Jing Jiaren couldn't bear the tossing he was doing, so she swayed in his arms: "Stop making trouble... Hey, I'll just teach you."
"What do you mean by this?"
The most basic word for devil's finger.
Jing Jiaren said without thinking: "Me."
He curled his lips and swiped his finger: "This."
"like."
His finger crossed another word.
This time Jing Jiaren didn't speak so quickly and paused.
Ximen Longting bit her ear, and his low voice tempted her: "Tell me, what is this word?"
Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "You obviously know me!"
"I don't know."
"You." She gritted her teeth, "You are the pig 'you', you are the perverted 'you', and you are the mentally ill 'you'."
"Sound the three words together."
"Love you and me."
"...the order is wrong."
"Love me you."
Ximen Longting grabbed her chin and narrowed his red eyes dangerously: "If you are not honest again, do you want a half-hour deep kiss as punishment, or an hour of two-person sports?"
"..." She is pregnant and cannot do that kind of thing. Although her ultimate goal is to have an abortion, this method is very harmful to her body. If she is not careful, she will bleed heavily and she will be in a life-threatening situation. In short,
Don't take risky moves unless absolutely necessary.
"If you don't talk, why don't you choose an hour of exercise for two?" Ximen Longting pretended to carry her to bed.
Jing Jiaren stopped her in time: "I'll just read it."
Ximen Longting's eyes were deep red and he stared at her: "Nian."
Those eyes seemed to have magic magnets, twisting her and making her unable to breathe.
Why did she see tension and anticipation in his eyes?
She smiled softly: "You love me."
"..."
"Stop pretending, I know you love me," Jing Jiaren deliberately provoked him, "If you don't love me, why do you have to force me to say those three words? It's obviously a lie, what's the point of saying it? You think so
Listen, is it because you want to tell me?"
Ximen Longting didn't speak or refute.
But the crimson eyes were tightening her even more urgently.
It was as if red lake water spurted out, sucking her into the whirlpool and about to drown her...
Jing Jiaren was even deprived of her breath and almost lost in his eyes.
He suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and asked playfully: "So, do you want me to love you?"
Jing Jiaren took a breath and returned to reality.
Ximen Longting held her hand habitually, leaving delicate kisses on the back of her palm and the snowflake diamond ring in her finger:
"Tell me, do you want me to love you?"
"No hope."
Three indifferent words, but like three barbed knives, piercing Ximen Longting's chest mercilessly.
His cold face froze slightly, and even his breathing became stinging, but he didn't show any signs of it.
Jing Jiaren caressed his cheek frivolously and said, "We don't talk about love between us. We are not worthy of talking about it. It is a blasphemy against love."
His voice was unusually deep: "If we don't talk about love, what kind of relationship would we have?"