"Jiang Ci, are you angry?" Chu Jiaojiao asked, biting her lip unconsciously.

Jiang Ci finally let go of her hand, and then saw her cheeks that were pinched red.

Her skin is as delicate as ever, and a little bit of force will leave a mark.

He looked down at her bare shoulders, and there were still slight marks on her collarbone, not noticeable, but not completely gone.

Standing upright, he looked at her condescendingly, but his mind was thinking about her in the prosperous days of the imperial dynasty.

She defends a person like that, and doesn't even think about the consequences by smashing people with wine bottles.

If he hadn't just come out of the hallway, or if Zhou Jun's gang had dealt with her directly, would she have thought that she would be able to resist with her slender female streamer?

"Jiang Ci ......"

The atmosphere in the room was too quiet, Chu Jiaojiao couldn't stand his gloomy appearance, and shouted again.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ci pressed the gloom in his heart, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I was very angry and endured it until now." ”

Chu Jiaojiao listened to his words, her pupils dilated, and then she lowered her eyes in frustration.

She fanned her long eyelashes, only to feel a dull pain in her heart, "If you ...... It's because you find it hard to accept that I'm not what you thought I was, and I won't say anything more. ”

She spoke very quickly, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to bear to say it for a while.

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and was about to leave without even putting on her slippers.

Jiang Ci listened to her words, his brows furrowed tightly, and the ink under his eyes gradually deepened.

What the hell is she talking about?

Seeing her walking very fast, as if she was about to escape from his side, the irritability in his heart became more and more serious.

Gragging her by the arm, he pulled her back and pressed her against the bed.

Chu Jiaojiao's eyes widened, trying to restrain the urge to cry, but the warm lips fell on her cheeks and chin, making the discomfort in her heart directly hooked out.

Feeling salty tears on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Ci stopped his movements and stared at her watery eyes.

"What are you crying about?" He asked, his tone a little irritated.

Chu Jiaojiao turned her head and did not reply.

Jiang Ci turned her face over, and her brows furrowed more and more, "What are you crying about, where are you going, and what do you mean by what you said just now?" ”

"Jiang Ci, you don't like me anymore, do you?" Chu Jiaojiao asked, not waiting for him to answer, and then said to herself, "I know that my contrast may make you feel deceived, but I never wanted to lie to you." ”

"When did I say I didn't like you?" Jiang Ci listened to her categorical and sad words, and only felt helpless in his heart.

"You said you were angry, and you put up with it until now." Chu Jiaojiao felt the man's breath sprayed on her skin, a little hot.

"But I didn't say I didn't like you."

Is a woman's comprehension ability a little imaginative, Jiang Ci didn't feel that none of the words in his words just now had the meaning of "I don't like her".

Obviously, from beginning to end, he carved only one thought, that is, he wanted her to coax himself softly.

But she was good, she said these words without a beginning or an end, and then she was going to leave.

Chu Jiaojiao opened her hazy teary eyes, pursed her lips and looked at him, her eyes without blinking.