"Inside, tomorrow you can."

"Yes, goodbye Mother."

Hanging up the phone, Kang Tae-chul walked to the balcony, where there was a lonely back.

"Nuna, you celebrate the New Year" Jiang Taizhe hesitated.

"I don't want to go home, he's pushing me, they're pushing me." Han Jiaren turned around, wrapped her hands around his waist, and buried her head in his arms.

Jiang Taizhe sighed softly, put his right hand on her back, and stroked it slowly.

The movements of the two of them are extremely skillful and natural, without any rustiness, as if they have been practiced many times.

The current situation is very strange, Jiang Tae-cheol doesn't know if he likes Han Jiaren or not, but he has no resistance to her various gentleness and physical contact. His body was enjoyable, but he couldn't see his own heart.

The two of them are not lovers, but they are not ordinary friends either. After the last kiss, their relationship has sublimated a little, but it is still a little worse. If you have to describe it, "more than friends, less than lovers" may be more appropriate.

"Then you can spend the New Year here, and I will keep the key." Jiang Taizhe felt the helplessness and sadness of the beauty in his arms, and couldn't help hugging her tighter.

Han Jiaren did not speak

"Nuna, I'll clean it up myself." Jiang Taizhe was a little embarrassed, his bedroom and suitcase were occupied by Han Jiaren, and he couldn't intervene at all.

"Will you clean up? You can't even wash your clothes, look at your folded clothes. Han Jiaren picked up a shirt covered with irregular folds.

Jiang Taizhe scratched his head and squatted next to him to hand Han Jiaren clothes.

Han Jiaren squatted on the ground to sort out the suitcase, because the house was very warm, after a while, some small droplets of water oozed from the forehead and the tip of the nose, and a few blush appeared on the white cheeks, and a few strands of hair that were not combed behind were soaked and drooping wet.

Jiang Taizhe got up and brought a towel and gently wiped her sweat. I was full of emotion.

Han Jiaren is a big star and one of the most wanted people in the minds of Korean men. Jiang Tae-cheol used to ridicule the superficiality of those people, if he got married just by looking at his face, then the world would have been chaotic a long time ago. But during this period of contact, Jiang Tae-cheol found that the halo of a star had faded, and Han Jiaren was a traditional Korean woman.

She is beautiful, gentle, and can be called a perfect wife in the kitchen and up to the kitchen.

Kang Tae-chul understood why Korean men wanted to marry her, and no one could resist the charm of this kind of woman.

But he immediately discovered a new problem, why did those men want to marry her when they didn't see Han Jiaren at home?

There is only one answer, men are indeed a group of creatures who look at faces.

The two cooperated very tacitly, and Jiang Taizhe didn't have much luggage to bring home, so he packed it after a while.

Jiang Taizhe sat on the sofa, and the driver arrived in a while. Han Jiaren came over and sat down beside him, leaning on his shoulder and not speaking.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

Jiang Taizhe could feel her loneliness and helplessness at this time. Like China, Chinese New Year is one of the most important festivals in South Korea, and no one wants to not go home to reunite with their families during the Spring Festival. But the persecution of her family forced Han Jiaren to face it, she didn't want to break her parents' hearts, so she didn't go home.

"Do you have any friends you can bring home, I don't mind." Finally, it was Kang Tae-chul who broke the silence.

Han Jiaren shook her head, looking lonely.

Kang Tae-cheol sighed.

Celebrities will have friends because they meet a lot of people. Celebrities also don't have friends because they meet too many people.

Kang Tae-cheol didn't know how to comfort her, so he had to stroke her hair, again and again.

The phone rang, and Han Jiaren got up from him and sat on the side.

Watching Jiang Taizhe get up and leave, hearing the muffled sound of the door closing, Han Jiaren's heart seemed to have been hammered hard by something, a very stuffy feeling.

At first, she approached Jiang Taizhe because she had other thoughts, she understood this, and Jiang Taizhe also understood. But now it was only a brief separation, and her heart seemed to be hollowed out, and she had no strength in her body.

Now she likes him, she understands, but does he understand?

Han Jiaren lay on the sofa and stared blankly at the bald tree outside the window. Two sparrows jumped around on the branches.

"Even the sparrows come in pairs." She thought, her eyes filled with envy.

With a "click", the door opened.

Han Jiaren turned her head, her face was filled with surprise for a moment, regardless of the lack of shoes, and regardless of the messy clothes on her body that were so messy that she was gone, she rushed over and rubbed herself into the other party's body with all her strength.

Jiang Taizhe wanted to say something, but his mouth was sealed by two warm petals, and a warm and soft tongue attacked his teeth recklessly. Without giving the other party a chance to succeed, Jiang Taizhe turned into an attack, holding her fragrant lips with a big mouth, and a red fire dragon drove straight in, disintegrating her defense from the inside.

After a long time, the lips of the two parted, implicating a crystal line of water, Han Jiaren's eyes were already blurred at this moment, her cheeks were crimson, and her body was even more paralyzed, leaning on Jiang Taizhe tightly.

"Nuna, your mouth is dirty." Jiang Taizhe looked at the mucus dripping from her two bright red petals and pasted it.

It was another long wet kiss, and when the two separated again, Han Jiaren was already on the verge of passing out.

At this moment, she was surrounded by an aura called happiness, and she hugged Jiang Taizhe and did not let go

"Nuna, I'm packed, are you okay?" Jiang Taizhe had two Han Jiaren's suitcases beside him, and his heart rippled.

Han Jiaren asked him to tidy up her things without reservation, and he saw several blood-spurting storage in the cleanup. And his biggest gain is knowing her size.

"It's really 'I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain'."

Jiang Tae-cheol's eyes lit up and he looked at Han Jiaren who exuded a charming atmosphere in front of him. Since he met Han Jiaren, she always appeared in front of him in a strange state, and in the process of getting along, Han Jiaren has always been in a state of no makeup or light makeup, once Jiang Taizhe asked Han Jiaren why she didn't wear makeup, and the answer she gave was "I don't like it".

The current Han Jiaren seems to be going to a grand party, with flawless white jade skin, bright eyes, a tall pretty nose and a delicate mouth, wearing a coat he has never seen before, and the whole person seems to have been sprinkled with a layer of brilliance by God.

Walked over and gently grabbed his arm and pecked him in the face.

"Let's go."

Sitting in the car, Jiang Taizhe quietly asked Han Jiaren, what if I hadn't come to pick you up at that time. And Han Jiaren leaned on him and looked up at him, his eyes full of tenderness and joy.

"I believe in you." A hot breath blew through his ears.

Inside the body, it seemed as if something had been gently moved.

(Thanks to the reward of "Writing Love in the Middle of the Night")