Jing Jiaren thought in a mess, and soon fell asleep in his arms.

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In the morning, the woman in his arms slept soundly, and his hand was numb, and he was reluctant to move half a minute, for fear of waking her.

She looked quiet and indifferent when she slept, and her cheeks were white and red.

Simon Longting fumbled for a while and found his phone.

Jing Jiaren faintly heard the sound of the shutter, and her sleepy-eyed expression just entered the lens, clicking, and it was another one.

Ximen Longting moved his mobile phone, and the red pupils looked at her: "Woke you up?" ”

"Are you filming me?" Jing Jiaren woke up completely.

"Pat it on."

"How can you secretly take a picture of me asleep!" Jing Jiaren said worriedly, "The hair is messy, it must be ugly." ”

Ximen Longting pursed his lips and said, "Even if you have a chicken nest on your head, you are very beautiful." ”

"Let me see ......"

Jing Jiaren didn't want her ugly photos to be saved.

Ximen Longting reminded: "It's okay to look, don't delete it casually." ”

"I know."

Ximen Longting's mobile phone has a fingerprint sensor, and Jing Jiaren usually doesn't touch his personal belongings, even if he really takes his mobile phone, he can't open the screen lock. Even if she opened it, she couldn't read the phone in all French letters.

Simon Dragon's Thunder jumped into the album and gave it to her.

Jing Jiaren looked at it, and the photos he took were either confused or not in focus due to the angle and light problems.

Moreover, the shooting is not as good as my own.

When I look at my own photos, I will be very strict, Jing Jiaren flipped through a few photos and felt that he had made himself ugly.

I flipped through a few more photos, and I saw another scene, all of which were in different states when she was asleep......

There are not many photos, a total of about 20, but they are all photos of her.

The earliest photos of her were taken secretly in the Jing family's small bungalow, then the Beauty Manor, and then the Ximen Manor.

Jing Jiaren's face changed, her heart fluctuated, and she couldn't tell the taste.

"Why are you upset, because you didn't shoot well?" Ximen Longting asked in a dumb voice. He talked too much yesterday, and when he woke up today, his voice was hoarse, and his throat was dry, as if his tonsils were inflamed.

"These photos ......" Jing Jiaren turned her phone to show him, "You want to take them?" ”

"Weishenme, don't you know?"

Naturally, he leaned over and scraped her pink cheeks with the bridge of his nose.

"If you want my photo, you can tell me that Weishenme wants to be secretly taken like a thief?"

Because he used to hide his heart and didn't want her to know that he liked her.

"And you jishu is really bad, none of them are good-looking."

"I think it's all good."

"What's so good?"

"As long as it's your picture, it's all good." His hot breath sprayed on her face, "Don't delete it." ”

"Well, I'm not going to delete it." After a pause, Jing Jiaren said, "If you want my photo, you can tell me directly." I personally have a lot of them online, I can PO for you, you can wash them down as a souvenir - do you want it? ”

"Yes." He kissed her.

Jing Jiaren smiled slightly: "Then you take medicine obediently first, your temperature is still so hot, why hasn't the high fever dropped?" ”

And his voice was completely muted when he spoke.

Jing Jiaren touched his forehead and touched his own, he did have some heat, and the hot breath lingered around her.