Jing Jiaren couldn't help but turn her head and looked at the man's long eyelashes, high bridge of nose, and impeccable profile.
The shadows of light surround him, like a nobleman stepping out of an oil painting...
Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat: "What you sang was wrong, that's not how it was sung at all."
Ximen Longting doesn't know these parody songs, he just learned them all.
"Reverse?"
"You did it on purpose... what you sang was not funny at all." He was not suitable for singing funny songs at all.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, thinking that Jing Jiaren was unhappy, so he picked up his mobile phone and started listening to songs again.
Jing Jiaren pressed down the phone: "You sing what you are good at, I want to listen to what you are good at."
"English version?" She didn't understand the French one.
"good……"
Ximen Longting began to sing one song after another. They were all lyrical English songs. They were all very nice and classic songs.
His singing is comparable to the original sound, and some are even better than the original sound...
No musical accompaniment is needed, its texture is clean and magnetic.
Jing Jiaren felt completely relaxed after listening to it. She didn't expect Ximen Longting to sing so beautifully.
Moreover, no matter which song he sings, Ximen Longting will always insert Jing Jiaren’s name into it.
Jiaren…Jiaren…Jiaren…
So in Jing Jiaren's mind, her name came back and forth, which was very abrupt.
Jing Jiaren is lying on his shoulder. As soon as she raises her head, she will see his deep gem pupils, the red eyes are very deep, bottomless...
Jing Jiaren's heart seemed to be addicted to it forever.
…
Later, Ximen Boss dressed up and gave her a piano performance. He asked her to sit on his lap and listen to the melody.
Sleeve length's fingers danced smoothly on the black and white keys...
A light shone on his ring finger, and the ring shone brightly.
He invited her fingers to join in.
Just as Jing Jiaren's pure fingers pressed down on the piano, Ximen Longting's hands covered it and overlapped it.
The feeling of being surrounded by him from head to toe shocked her heart.
Later, Ximen Longting took out an old-fashioned record and CD player from the cabinet. The trumpet flowers made a sizzling sound, and the old songs had a nostalgic rhythm.
Ximen Longting held her hand and asked her to put her feet on his shoes and dance.
Once upon a time, Ximen Longting was suggested by Jing Jiaren to let Leng Lintian dance on his shoes.
The first thought that came to his mind was that he must do this with Jing Jiaren in the future.
He carried her power as he wished...
When he leaned forward, her soft waist seemed boneless.
The male force pressed against her, touching her from all sides.
Jing Jiaren found that her heart had never beat so fast!
A ballroom dance with only two people and no audience, but it was performed beautifully and fiercely.
Ximen Longting's body rubbed against her again and again, spinning her around. His power was so great that he could release her and take her back at any time.
Spin, spin, spin faster and faster.
The bedroom is big enough...
But they still spun to the edge of the big bed. Both of them seemed to be drunk, and they fell on the bed with each other on top of each other.
Lots of ups and downs...
She exhaled violently and her heart beat very fast, but she couldn't feel Ximen Longting's heavy pressure on her.
Ximen Longting's two slender arms supported the bed, hovering above her body.