Gu Xiaoai opened her eyes wide in surprise, Li Juefeng turned to look at her, his dark eyes filled with sinister intent, and his voice was cold, "What else did the child mother say to you?"
The dignity and solemnity on his face reminded her of the dark and unclear attitude of the child mother just now...
Is there anything I shouldn’t ask?
"It's nothing. Pretend I didn't ask anything." Gu Xiaoai didn't like to ask questions, so she said lightly and turned around and walked out.
Putting down the painting tools, Gu Xiaoai picked up the broom and returned to the kitchen. Li Juefeng was still standing there with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Give me a moment."
Gu Xiaoai shouted softly, lowered her head and swept away the ruined plates and vegetables.
Li Juefeng stared intently at her sweeping movements, suddenly threw away her broom, raised her face and kissed her.
Gu Xiaoai frowned and was about to push him away, but found that his kiss was hardly a kiss.
He just pressed his lips against hers.
Just being close to each other like this, there is no more lingering.
He held her face with both hands, forcibly preventing her from moving. His thin lips pressed against hers, his eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes created a silhouette.
What's wrong with him?
Gu Xiaoai was a little confused. He didn't move, and she didn't dare to move. His usually warm hands were a little cold at this time, which gave her slightly feverish face a very comfortable illusion...
Rather than saying he was kissing her, it was more like he was seeking some kind of comfort from her.
There is no passion.
No lingering.
No usurpation...
He just held her face, closed his eyes and pressed it against her lips.
His gentle breath blew on her face, and she could feel his unsteady breathing.
"卟哧卟卟哧——"
The pot makes a boiling sound after boiling,
Li Juefeng's motionless body finally moved. Gu Xiaoai thought he was going to make a hot pot, but she didn't expect him to pull her into his arms and hold her tightly.
The movement was so big that Gu Xiaoai's face slammed into his chest, causing her to cry out in pain, "What's wrong?"
So unusual...so quiet...
It's not like his style anymore.
"Gu Xiaoai, hold me." Li Juefeng's voice was hoarse and he held her tightly with both hands.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly remembered the scene when Chu Shixiu hugged her. She wanted to respond to Chu Shixiu's hug... but in the end she still didn't dare to raise her hand to hug him.
Different men, different hugs.
Chu Shixiu hugged her cautiously but urgently, for fear of hurting her and fearing that she would run away.