"Jiaojiao, did you misunderstand something?" Jiang Ci looked at her, and his lowered eyebrows and eyes were mixed with some distress.

He wiped away her tears with his fingertips, like a face painted in ink, it was so pure and beautiful, he was distracted when he saw it.

"I'm not mistaken, you said it yourself." Chu Jiaojiao retorted, turning her head away, dodging his gentle fingertips.

Jiang Ci followed the curvature of her head, lowered her head and kissed her slightly sensitive ears, stretching the connection between them along the earlobes.

"Then I apologize to you, don't be angry, it's not right what I just said." Jiang Ci's voice was a little hoarse, with a sense of temptation, "Jiaojiao, don't cry, huh?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with you, I lied to you." Chu Jiaojiao stretched out her hand and wiped the water droplets on her face.

"What do you mean?" This time it was Jiang Ci's turn to lose his composure.

Her maintenance of Shen Mufeng in the prosperous era of the dynasty popped up in his mind, and his originally warm face suddenly became cold, and his dark eyes obviously had a hint of gloom.

Deceived him? What is it? Does she really like Shen Mufeng?

I noticed that his cold lines and outlines were gradually covered with coldness, and a layer of ice seemed to form under his eyes.

Chu Jiaojiao finally couldn't help crying in pieces, tears filled her entire eyes, falling big and big like pearls with broken threads.

Jiang Ci got up from the bed, and the leg that landed on the bed was still in a kneeling position.

The woman lying on the bed curled up, trembling a little because of the action of her crying, and it seemed as if she had been greatly wronged.

He watched quietly for a while, and the originally cold eyebrows finally dissipated completely, and then chose to pull her up.

Stretching out his long arms, he hugged her in his arms without saying a word.

Chu Jiaojiao struggled, but couldn't break free, only suppressed her crying and said, "Jiang Ci, you let go of me, what's the point of this?" ”

"What do you want?" Jiang Ci's arms locked her body, and her thin lips pressed against her ears, "What are you wronging?" ”

"I don't know." Chu Jiaojiao replied, her voice still twitching.

"Then what are you crying about?" Jiang Ci continued to ask.

"I don't know."

"Chu Jiaojiao." Jiang Ci was a little defeated by her, and pecked her lips again and again, "I am the one who should be angry, and I should be the one who should cry, why do you look like you have been greatly wronged, like I have done something to you." ”

"Don't you?" Chu Jiaojiao raised her face, tears blurred her vision a little, and she couldn't look at him more clearly.

"What did I do? So aggrieved for you? There was some tenderness in his throat, and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her again.

"You said you were angry."

"Hmm, so you feel wronged?" Raising an eyebrow, he tried to make himself appear patient.

"Aren't you angry about the prosperity of the dynasty?" Chu Jiaojiao looked at him, this man obviously looked so gentle, but why did the bottom of his eyes always start to become gloomy?

"I am." Jiang Ci admitted, his voice a little hoarse.

"You think I'm not the kind of lady who is well-bred and not well-behaved or cute, and I will smash people with wine bottles when I get impulsive, I ......."

"Jiaojiao, did you always think that I was angry for such a reason?" Jiang Ci felt a little funny inexplicably, his eyes were a little subtle, and he seemed to be a little irritable.