At night, Chu Jiaojiao sat on the sofa as usual, motionless, her eyes staring not far away, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

Jiang Ci came out of the shower, and his hair was still wet.

He sat beside her, his hands naturally wrapped around her waist.

The lip flap leaned over and kissed her lightly on the neck, his voice was slightly sexy and lazy, "Jiaojiao, aren't you going to take a bath?" ”

"My clothes aren't here." Chu Jiaojiao replied stiffly.

She came out in a hurry that day and didn't bring anything, and Jiang Ci also moved her here overnight, so she probably wouldn't have thought of packing up a few clothes and bringing them over.

"How so." Jiang Ci said softly, took her hand and pulled her away from the sofa, and then turned to the wardrobe.

"Open it and see?" He said in an inquiring gesture, his thin lips curling.

Chu Jiaojiao's expression didn't make any waves, and she responded lightly, "No, who knows if there will be a weird portrait hidden inside." ”

Jiang Ci's pupils gathered slightly, and his hands passed through the sides of her body from behind and picked up her hands.

Chu Jiaojiao was wondering what he was going to do, and then he took her to open the closet.

Then, Chu Jiaojiao was directly shocked.

A wardrobe full of women's clothes.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all kinds of them, even the tag has not been removed.

Chu Jiaojiao knew very well that these clothes were all for her, because the style was the type she liked, and the size was also hers.

"Jiaojiao, do you like it?" Jiang Ci's chin rested on her shoulder, and the thin breath he spit out gently crossed her skin, and there was a burning sensation that seemed to flow through the veins, reaching the depths of her heart.

She unconsciously winced and licked her lips.

Do you like it?

She simply couldn't like it. Ranwen

How can so many clothes, if you don't start preparing them from a long time ago, take up an entire wardrobe?

Did Jiang Ci have this idea from a long time ago, to trap her here?

"Jiaojiao, why don't you speak?" Jiang Ci left a little distance, and just looked at her side face, which seemed to be a little cold.

She frowned, lowered her voice and asked, "Jiang Ci, to be honest, did you have this idea for a long time?" ”

"Which?"

"You're going to lock me up here." Chu Jiaojiao had a cold face, and her lips pursed.

"How, Jiaojiao." Jiang Ci laughed when he heard this.

"And the clothes here...... And this villa, how do you explain it again? She questioned indifferently, clearly dissatisfied.

"I was going to keep this place as our wedding room." Jiang Ci paused and explained gently.

"Really?" snorted lightly, Chu Jiaojiao didn't believe what he said at all.

Jiang Ci raised her eyebrows, and her bony fingers took it from her hand.

He took a step back, his eyes as cold as the abyss hidden in the light, looking a little lonely.

There was a little emptiness behind him, and the air seemed to be a lot smoother, but Chu Jiaojiao didn't feel relaxed.

"I'm going to take a shower." She pulled out a pair of pajamas from the closet and headed for the bathroom.

Jiang Ci waited until she turned sideways before turning his head to look at her back.

She's wary of him now.

In order not to upset her, he took the initiative to exit the room.

After Chu Jiaojiao came back, there was no man's breath in the empty room.

She looked at the brand-new futon and sighed deeply.