Xia Qixi struggled to get up, but Jiang Yan turned over and pressed her directly under him, looking at each other for a moment.

Jiang Yan's breathing gradually became heavy, and his arms were propped up at her side, looking at her condescendingly. Maybe it's because it's too close, Xia Qixi always feels that he has a smell of déjà vu, and he can't remember where he smelled it.

This posture was too ambiguous, Xia Qixi raised his hand and wanted to push Jiang Yan away from his body, but after trying a few times, the other party did not move at all.

Xia Qixi was a little annoyed, and turned his head to bite his arm.

Her teeth are sharp and unrelenting. Jiang Yan only felt a hot pain in his wrist, so he turned his head to look, but he was not paying attention and was pushed to the ground by Xia Qixi. His forehead hit the corner of the coffee table, and the skin broke and oozing blood.

Jiang Yan looked down at the imprints of the row of teeth on his wrist, and the whole person instantly fell into the abyss. He was in a daze, and when he opened his eyes and saw her beside him, he thought it was a dream, so he tried to grasp it and try to see it clearly. Xia Qixi directly proved with her actions that she was unwilling, and she felt disgusted with him from the bottom of her heart. The little luck that still existed, along with the imprint of that row of teeth, disappeared.

Xia Qixi sat on the sofa, her chest rising and falling. Looking at Jiang Yan who was pushed to the ground by himself, the anger of resentment had not completely faded. What did he mean by this, to take her kind care as a throw-away? He couldn't help but look down on himself too much.

Anyway, his fever had subsided, her medicine had been delivered, the porridge had been cooked, and those who should have been taken care of had been taken care of, and there was no need to stay, ignoring the wound on the forehead of the person on the ground, he got up and brushed his sleeves away.

Jiang Yan just watched Xia Qixi slam the door and leave, without stopping or explaining. Blocking, no reason. Explained, no excuses.

So be it.

The action just now was obviously his subconscious following his heart after he lost his mind because of a cold and a dazed sleep, and it was reasonable for Xia Qixi to be angry. However, he didn't regret it, at least, he felt the feeling of having her for a moment.

It was like that rainy night, when he held her in his arms.

Jiang Yan's feelings for Xia Qixi, after the heavy rain, are really like spring shoots, not controlled at all, and growing wantonly.

This secret feeling in his heart, in the face of brotherhood and Xia Qixi's simple kindness, almost overwhelmed him. Jiang Yan sometimes even fears, if one day he really can't control this emotion anymore, then in the face of years of brothers and love, where will he go?

In order to avoid all this from happening as much as possible, he can only speed up his pace, find out the truth he wants to know in the shortest possible time, and then return abroad and continue his old life. Forget everything in the country. But the marks on her wrists are the marks of her teeth, and the scars on her forehead are the scars she gave, can they really be easily forgotten?

After thinking about it, Jiang Yan still didn't get up, didn't care about the scars on his forehead, sat on the ground, and ate all the rice porridge left on the coffee table by Xia Qixi one bite at a time. For Xia Qixi, this is the only thing he can do at the moment to cherish.

Xia Qixi went out angrily, and had been walking on the street for nearly half an hour with the night breeze on his back, but he still had some residual anger.

But what was it about her to be angry? Jiang Yan's sudden intimacy was only one aspect of it. Part of the reason for the rest is because of herself.

wanted to test whether his fever had subsided, but he was unconsciously attracted by Jiang Yan's clean face. The moment his eyes and breath were so close, her heart was racing. There is also the inexplicably familiar smell that smells on Jiang Yan's body. I can't remember where I've smelled it, but I still feel close.

It was as if she was on the edge of a cliff, a hug when she was crumbling, which made her feel at ease.

However, in addition to the anger, there is also a hint of condemnation of himself in his heart. Let's not talk about it, what kind of blushing heartbeat she was out of Jiang Yan, if Chen Ziyu hadn't told her everything, she might not have been so uneasy. She obviously knows the relationship between Chen Ziyu and Jiang Yan, and she knows Chen Ziyu's attitude towards her now, but she still has some hesitation between the two of them.

Enduring the pain in her legs, walking on the road that was already brightly lit, there were unfamiliar faces coming and going from time to time, I don't know why, at this moment she desperately wanted to see Chen Ziyu, as if only she was by her side, her somewhat restless heart could be stabilized.

The stubbornness and proud self-esteem that I have believed in all these years are just the moment of this thought, and they are gone. Immediately took out his mobile phone, and without hesitation, dialed the number that had been memorized by heart for some time.

"I'm sorry, but the phone you dialed is turned off. ”

Looking at the phone screen for a while, Xia Qixi reluctantly put the phone back in her bag, feeling that her behavior was a little ridiculous. When she didn't care before, he always appeared in her life like a ghost. When all this was disrupted, she gradually got used to this sudden accident, but Chen Ziyu, the initiator, suddenly disappeared.

She finally put down her estimate and dialed his phone, even if she heard his voice. But he simply turned off the phone.

Xia Qixi was already paranoid that his shutdown was deliberate, completely ignoring other possibilities. forced himself to temporarily remove the three words Chen Ziyu from his life. As for the remaining voids after culling, then all the work will be used to fill them.

dragged his tired body home and cooked porridge for others, but he was only tired of eating instant noodles. I also have to hold the computer and write today's summary. I didn't go to bed until 3 o'clock in the morning, and I got up on time when the alarm clock rang at 6 o'clock.

What can I do? Who made her work for someone else?

Today, as usual, I arranged an afternoon visit, and the skirt was a little inconvenient, so I wore a pair of slim trousers with a white shirt. Although Xia Qixi's face is not outstanding, he still has a figure. He is not tall but slender, there is no excess fat, and his waist is slender.

The medium-long hair is simply tied in a high ponytail, and the face is covered with a light layer of makeup, which is also pleasing to the eye.

She thought she was ready, but when she saw Jiang Xue, her heart still trembled. Almost every piece of Jiang Xue's clothes is very sexy, even if her working hours are somewhat restrained, at most she is wearing a casual little suit over a wrap skirt.

Now he wears trousers, and even his shirt has a stand-up collar, which blocks his neck tightly. and Xia Qixi's body seems to coincide tacitly.

Long corridors with no place to avoid. Seeing Jiang Xue walking towards him, Xia Qixi's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them up.

She was willing to glare at her fiercely with her eyes, or simply scold her a few words, but Jiang Xue treated her as air and walked straight past her without a trace of hesitation.

It seems that she really hates herself.

Jiang Xue still walked away, and Xia Qixi continued to move forward with a heavy heart. When Jiang Xue passed by her, she had taken a closer look at her face, and although she covered it with a thick foundation, she could still see the redness and swelling of her eye circles and blush, but she still showed haggardness.

Xia Qixi only thought that she hadn't completely gotten rid of Chen Ziyu's affairs, so she didn't care.

Who knows, this girl who has lost her mind in the face of love has just suffered the most unbearable experience of her life.

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