Xiang Yutian made her spin around in an elegant dance gesture. He hugged her from behind, touched her chin with one hand, and forced her to look at herself in the mirror.
"Miaomiao, look at how well these two faces match each other." Xiang Yutian stared at them in the mirror and said in a low voice, his voice full of magnetism.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei looked at them quietly in the mirror. They were very close, like a couple showing off their affection.
"I know you don't like the underworld, but the world is not so clear as black and white. As long as I love you, I can give you a lifetime of happiness, no matter whether I am black or white."
Xiang Yutian hugged her tightly from behind.
He used the sexiest voice to say the most beguiling words in the world...
"..."
Jiang Weiyi listened blankly.
As long as I love you, I can make you happy for the rest of your life, no matter whether I am black or white.
It turns out love words can be so touching.
But no, she can't fall in love with a gangster, God will curse her, grandma will curse her, she really can't be with him without any scruples...
His eyes suddenly became wet.
Jiang Wei was caught off guard and hurriedly tried to hold back his tears, but it was already too late.
The tears just fell down, sliding down her white cheeks, so sad.
She broke her vow to only cry for Anjo.
"Why are you crying?" Xiang Yutian hugged her slightly trembling body distressedly and reached out to wipe away her tears.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly discovered that I... really like listening to you talk."
Jiang Weiwei buried her face in his palm with nostalgia, and the warmth made her nostalgic.
"Silly thing."
Hearing this, Xiang Yutian smiled coquettishly and looked deeply at the two people in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, his eyes watery, "I also like to listen to you talk, especially listening to your voice in bed, I am particularly ecstatic."
"..."
Jiang Weiyi didn't know whether to be sad or angry.
"Stop crying, Miaomiao." Xiang Yutian's voice was sexy and soft, and his warm fingertips scalded away her tears little by little.
"Okay, you go to sleep, aren't you tired?"
Jiang Weiwei blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears and urged him to go to sleep.
He has been in a state of excitement since last night, and must be very tired now...
"Come with me." Xiang Yutian led her towards the bedroom of the presidential suite. Suddenly, he stopped and looked back at her, "I forgot to make lunch for you, I will do it now."
“The hotel has it ready.”
Jiang Weiwei held him back.
Why do you still think about cooking for her when you are so tired?
"No, you can't eat outside." Xiang Yutian said domineeringly.
Jiang Weiyi had no choice but to say, "How about I do it myself? I'll ask you to get up and eat together."
"You do?"
Xiang Yutian expressed deep doubts.
She really doesn't have any cooking skills except porridge.
"Believe me, I've cooked before."
Jiang Weiwei said that she had done a lot of housework since she was a child, so she was not that weak.
At least, she hasn't cooked porridge and burned her hands to blisters.
"No meat, no cutting of bones, no killing of fish, wear gloves." Xiang Yutian still warned uneasily, then thought about it and said, "Forget it, I'm not sleepy anymore, I'll make lunch."
He feels distressed when his hand is cut or oil stains are splashed on his hand.
"..."
Come again.
Are you so worried?
Without saying a word, Jiang Weiwei pulled back his hand, stood up on tiptoes and hugged his neck, pressed his face down, raised his head and kissed him, pressing her lips against his.