"Why...... Like you? Chu Jiaojiao thought about his question, as if she was stumped, and she couldn't answer.

Ignoring the vibration of her heart, she licked her lips, but her mind was spinning rapidly.

If you feel sorry for him at the beginning because you know his ending, then you are attracted to him in the process of getting along with him.

No matter how many times she warned herself not to approach him, not to get too entangled with him, but she still couldn't resist the emotions that belonged to her like surging in the depths of her heart, like a kind of poison, slowly invading her left atrium, and thus becoming indispensable.

"Can't answer?" Jiang Ci asked, his eyes moving away from her, slightly hooking the corners of his lips as if he was laughing at himself.

Chu Jiaojiao pinched the quilt on her body, leaned out her other hand from it, and held him.

"Jiang Ci, I can't say it, but I just like it." She said, staring at his face very earnestly.

"Hmm." Jiang Ci didn't continue to ask, automatically revealed the topic, and began to read to Chu Jiaojiao.

His voice was very soft, and every word was pronounced clearly, slowly, like the impact between a clear spring and a stone, with penetrating power, permeating every part of Chu Jiaojiao's body.

Gradually, she began to relax, her eyelids seemed to get heavier and heavier, and her mind stopped in that place and no longer had independent thoughts, but some images began to play in her mind.

Jiang Ci read for a while, and when he caught a glimpse of the woman's sleeping face, he put the book aside.

He leaned down and tossed over the woman's lips for a moment, and then when he raised his head again, his eyes were still looking at her obsessively, and then gradually twisted up, as if with some unpredictable meaning.

"Jiaojiao......" called her name, he knew that she would not give any response, but still whispered in her ear, "When will you really fall in love with me?" ”

The voice sounded softly, and his hand fell on her earlobe, and then to her cheek, and every word seemed to be contaminated with strong emotions.

Late at night, Chu Jiaojiao, who gradually felt the pain of breathing, fell into a dream.

The man's big palm was pinched on her neck, and his gloomy look was unabashedly naked and sneering, and then a voice like soaked ice sounded in the quiet space, "Do you think you can get my protection by climbing into my bed?" ”

"Isn't it?" Her fair face was a little red because she was choked by the throat, and she put one hand on his wrist and said in a sneering tone.

"Do you believe I can strangle you right now?"

"Then believe it or not, if I die, if there is something about us, it will be sent to your sister Qin Leshuang immediately, haven't you always cared most about her thoughts?" In the face of his threat, the woman did not seem to be afraid in the slightest, but threatened him in turn.

"Chu Jiaojiao."

"I want to enter Lexing Film and Television and become a top female artist, you help me." She ignored his shouts and said to herself.

"Do you think I'll help you?" The man's hand was removed from her neck, and she began to cough desperately.

"Ahem—"

"Chu Jiaojiao, I won't let you get your wish, I will make you understand the price of offending me."

The woman raised her face, her bright and beautiful face had a bit of smoke and flattery, and the words that came out of her mouth were extremely sarcastic, "You will let me get my wish, Jiang Ci." ”