He lowered his head and stood closer to her. The sea breeze blew her hair to his chest and even into his neck, stirring every nerve in him. He still kept his expression unchanged, just watching her calmly.
He said: "But I never admit defeat! I don't believe in fate, I only believe that everything is human-made, don't you think so? Cat."
His affectionate name made her confused once again. What did he mean by this? He refused to admit defeat, and to whom did he refuse to admit defeat?
She pushed him away, and with a strong force of his fingers, he pulled off several strands of her hair. She turned around and staggered away without even having time to feel the pain.
He Lianqing did not catch up, but felt the hair tangled between his fingers... so touching.
"I won't lose..." He narrowed his eyes fiercely, looked at her disappearing back and murmured softly as if he was swearing.
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After dinner, Qian Xiaojiu was planning to go back to the room early to secretly video chat with her son, when He Lianqing came up.
Qian Xiaojiu had no choice but to close the computer. This was one of the reasons why she resisted sleeping in the same room with He Lianqing. She couldn't freely control her time, let alone watch or make phone calls with Chengcheng, because she
We can't let him discover that their children are actually still living well in this world... With He Lianqing's character and ability, if He Liancheng's identity is exposed, will they be able to make things clear in this life?
So, let him continue to hate himself...
However, hate turns to hate, and the situation in front of her makes Qian Xiaojiu quite helpless.
She picked up the quilt and threw it on the male who had already taken a shower and was only wearing a towel around his waist. Without looking at him, she pointed at the sofa and said ruthlessly: "You sleep on the sofa!"
Damn, my figure is still as good as before... Moreover, every inch of the texture is covered with water droplets, and they will slide down along the perfect lines until Mo is in the bath towel... Qian Xiaojiu secretly waved it away in his mind.
The image cannot be dismissed, and I try not to look at the temptation of standing next to the bed at this moment.
He Lianqing stared at Qian Xiaojiu's every reaction, raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, threw the quilt back on the bed, took a long step, got on the bed, and stood in front of her, looking down at her cold eyes.
He said: "Why? I'm going to sleep on the sofa instead of sleeping on this nice KING-ZISE bed. I'm born to be a cheap person?"
Qian Xiaojiu was furious, raised her head and said angrily: "Am I sleeping..." Ah... Before she could say anything, she was speechless. Damn, when did he stand in front of her? As soon as she raised her head, she was hidden in the bath towel.
The weapon is pointed at...
Qian Xiaojiu jumped up from the bed in embarrassment and anger, glaring fiercely but finally gave in: "Okay, you're cruel! I'll sleep on the sofa!" Good girls don't fight with bad guys!
Qian Xiaojiu walked to the sofa holding the quilt and arranged the environment where she would sleep tonight. She smiled coldly in her heart. Qian Xiaojiu had never slept anywhere, how could she not be used to a small sofa?
The truth is... Qian Xiaojiu was lying on the sofa, feeling really uncomfortable and unaccustomed to it.
She was surprised. She had endured all kinds of hardships in the past. When she was a killer, she even lay on the roof for twenty-four hours to carry out tasks. Why was her body so delicate now? The sofa was too soft, full of sponges, and there was no bed.
The cotton mattress was comfortable... The turnover was unbearable, so Qian Xiaojiu raised her head and looked at the big bed.
He Lianqing was looking at him with her head propped up. Because the bedside lamp was not turned off, Qian Xiaojiu raised her head and met his dark eyes.