85. The fluttering and blurred relationship is the purple sycamore diamond
Xu Ziyang obviously didn't understand the reason, and he frowned and scolded: "Look at you, you are so hungry that you don't even complain about your stomachache, and now you are still picky and eat another bowl."
I turned my head and tried to ignore it, but he simply sat down and brought the spoon full of porridge to my lips again.
“I really can’t eat anymore.”
"Good boy, don't get angry with me. Eat more. I'll see you've become so thin that you've become a bone these days."
When a chicken talks to a duck, it's like this.
I turned my face away, and he took a step back, and then he came in again. I couldn't bear it anymore, and I reached out to push it away, but accidentally knocked the bowl in his hand over on the bed. The warm porridge poured on his hand, and then on the quilt.
A big beach.
In a moment of panic, I got up from the bed and took a tissue to wipe his hands. After a while, I noticed that he was silent, so I couldn't help but raise my eyes and saw that he had a stunned look on his face, staring straight at me, not knowing what he was thinking.
, I couldn't argue with my emotions. I pointed to his clothes guiltily, "Do you want to take them off? They're dirty..."
When we were together in the past, we knew that this person had a slight mysophobia. Whenever there was something on his clothes, he would have to change them, but there seemed to be no change of clothes here. However, when Xu Ziyang came to his senses and started to unbutton his shirt, I
I regretted it because my brain had fooled me into forgetting that he was not wearing anything under his shirt, so I actually suggested that he take off his clothes!
Seeing that my chest was exposed, I quickly crawled out of bed, ran to the cabinet to rummage, and finally found a white pajamas and handed it to him. Unexpectedly, he glanced at me, turned his head and said coolly: "No.
Wear it!" Then he threw the silk cotton shirt he took off on the ground and stood in front of me with his upper body exposed.
I looked away slightly, a blush spread on my cheeks, and I heard his joking smile in my ears: "Are you blushing?" I rolled my eyes, bent down to pick up the shirt he threw on the carpet, but felt a squirt on my waist.
He hugged me tightly from behind, pressed lightly on my back, and sighed in my ear: "Qianqian, don't get angry with me. I'll explain to you about Ding Lan. It was not my idea, it was my mother's."
I will deal with the private agreement with her later."
His mother? Thinking of the sharp and strong voice on the phone, maybe... This was the first time Xu Ziyang explained something to me in a low voice. Even though he still cared about it, he still chose to believe it. His family
, I have always stood on the outside and looked at the majestic Secretary Xu on the TV screen, and Mrs. Xu, whom I had never met and only heard her voice, were so far away that they could not be touched.
Now, am I going to interfere with his family after all? I don’t know why, but my heart is even colder, because I seem to see that my relationship is coming to an end. If one day Xu Ziyang really marries Ding Lan
, so where should I be? Am I really going to be a mistress worthy of the name?
After struggling slightly, he relaxed some of his shackles, but his hands still stayed on his waist. I picked up the clothes and said softly: "I will wash the shirt for you and let it dry overnight."
The waist was turned around, forcing me to face him head-on. A strong masculine aura rushed towards my face. He lowered his head and looked at me deeply, not letting my eyes escape. I understood where the anger burning in his eyes came from. What he just said was a request for peace.
His words came to me as if they were lost in the ocean, and I didn’t get the response I deserved.
Finally, his face darkened and his voice became colder: "If your stomach doesn't hurt, just go ahead and wash it."
If I hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have felt it, but when I mentioned it, my stomach nerves were throbbing. But I chose to ignore it. I only twisted it once, and the tight hand was released. He took two steps back, with a gloomy look on his face.
.
He walked into the bathroom, cut off his sight, and breathed a long sigh of relief. While mechanically removing the disposable soap on the sink, he poured water into the sink, but as he watched the water gradually submerge the dark purple shirt, his thoughts wandered.
Where to.
When did my relationship with him start to become more and more complicated and confusing? One moment we were tense and turned against each other, the next moment we were overflowing with warmth, and then we started to respect each other as if we were guests. Just like this, we started falling out, making up, and having a cold war all over again.
, make peace again...
"The water is full." A clear voice reminded me. I was shocked and looked down. Sure enough, the water in the pool was full and reached the sink. I quickly turned off the faucet and reached into the bottom of the pool to open the seal.
Drained part of the water from the lid and put it back on again. Then he turned his head and saw that Xu Ziyang was leaning against the wall outside the bathroom door at some point, with his right foot on the ground and his left foot slightly bent in front of him, with a cigarette in his mouth.
He looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes.
Forgot to describe, he is shirtless... His skin is not fair, but he is very strong. One look at his chest muscles shows that he often goes to the gym to exercise. The dark yellow wall lamp light shines on him, forming a faint
Halo. Withdrew her eyes and concentrated on washing the stain on his shirt. The atmosphere was very subtle. Neither of them spoke. He watched silently from outside the door frame, while I gently washed the clothes inside the door frame.
Really unable to bear the depressing atmosphere, she looked at him sideways and said, "You go to bed first, I'll wash the clothes and hang them up before going to bed."
But I saw him raise his eyebrows, and then said in a low voice: "You are covered in porridge, how can you sleep without taking a shower?"
I was embarrassed on the spot. It turned out that he was not waiting for me, but that I had occupied the bathroom and he couldn't take a shower... He quickly turned around and quickly scrubbed and filtered a few times before walking out and making room for him.
"You go in and wash up."
He was not polite and stepped in. When he turned around and saw me still standing there, he curled his lips and asked, "What? You want to wash with me? Then come in." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pull me, and he was so scared.
I turned around and ran away, and there was a pleasant laugh behind me.
When the door closed and the sound of water flushing came from inside, I gently stroked my chest, my heart beating wildly. For a moment just now, I concentrated on his broad shoulders and felt... he was very sexy.
Ignoring the random thoughts in my mind, I went to the closet to get a clothes hanger, hung his shirt on the window, and then smoothed out the wrinkles. I opened the window a little and let in the breeze, thinking that it would dry out after blowing like this all night.
When I turned around and walked back to the bed, I was in trouble again. The stains on the bed had solidified after so long, and there were some on the battlefield not only on the quilt, but also on the edge of the bed. I searched the room, but couldn't find it.
I was wearing another quilt and sheets, so it was a bit unreasonable to call the waiter to change them in the middle of the night.
But, how do you sleep?
"You don't want to sleep up there anymore, do you?" A cool voice, slightly mocking, sounded like a ghost from behind. It wasn't creepy, but it almost made me jump.
Does this person walk without making any sound?
Xu Ziyang walked past me, his soft black hair was still dripping with water, and went down his back. I swallowed my saliva, and I had to admit in my heart that he was even sexier than before. What a surprise.
Come on, I pulled it down angrily and saw that it was a white towel. Someone was already leaning on the bed. The towel was exactly what he used to wipe his hair just now.
"The saliva fell."
I intuitively reached out to wipe it, but as soon as I started to move, I immediately realized something was wrong. I was so angry that I threw the towel in my hand. He used a pillow to gently block it, and the towel floated, and then he lay pitifully on the ground. I was so angry that I reached out and wiped it with my hand.
Shang Yang, who didn't know where his muscles were broken, actually grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and threw it at him again. This time the pillow bounced back directly, and a pillow fight began.
When I was panting and pressed down on the bed by him, and my "weapon" was nowhere to be found, my mind finally came back. This was really the worst thing I had ever done in my life, staying up most of the night and having a pillow fight with him. And someone
When I was getting excited about playing, I put my legs on my lower back and twisted my hands behind my back, "Do you accept it?"
I buried my face directly in the quilt, feeling ashamed. If there was a hole to dig into, I would not hesitate.
When Xu Ziyang saw me like this, he laughed deeply and released his restrained legs. I took the opportunity to push him up and push him aside. Before he could move even half a step, he grabbed me by the waist and fell into his arms. I saw
He was about to turn over again, and quickly stopped him: "Stop making trouble, we have to call the room service to change the sheets."
He didn't let go and snorted: "What do you call room service? What time is it? What's wrong with sleeping on the same bed with me? Can I eat you?" I remained silent, my eyes slightly raised, and the meaning was obvious.
, his credibility with me is very low.
So, he became angry and humiliated, let go of me, and turned over to lie on his side with his back to me.
I was just about to get up when I heard him say coolly: "Aren't you afraid of disturbing other people's room service rest? It's like guarding against wolves. Either sleep on that dirty bed or sleep on the ground." I glanced at the mess on the next bed.
, and then look at the carpet under my feet. Although it is a carpet, it is not clean after all, and I am not so pretentious. I sighed softly in my throat, and lay on my side, with my back to him, half a foot apart, like three strokes.
The Eighth Line is normal, and the water from the well does not interfere with the water from the river.
From yesterday morning to now, it has been almost a day and a night. I feel as tired as I have walked a long road. I soon became hazy and fell asleep. But when I fell asleep, I felt more and more hot and my mouth was dry.
, there seemed to be a heat source close behind him, and more than that, every part of his body was lit with flames, and there was even more scorching fire inside his body.
I squinted my eyes slightly, but it was still dark and there was no daylight. Could it be that I was dreaming? A voice whispered in my ear: "Are you awake?" Then moisture stained the earlobe, and something was sucking and tickling, a little itchy, and a little bit.
Numbness. When the moisture left my ears and snaked down my neck, I finally regained consciousness a little and understood what was going on.
Someone's shallow breathing was particularly clear in the quiet night. When the kiss reached the collarbone, he took a gentle sip, and then leaned over me. His dark eyes were particularly bright in the dimness, staring deeply into my eyes.
, seemed to be observing every expression of mine. Through the moonlight, one could see that his eyes were dark red, like a ferocious beast staring at its prey.
