Chu Jiaojiao lifted her eyelids slightly, her body still trembled uncontrollably, and her heart beat violently.

It's like it's going to pop out of your throat.

Unlike what she felt before, she was desperately restraining her fear.

Jiang Ci put his chin on her shoulder, half-bent over, and spit on her neck like this, "Jiaojiao, are you angry?" Why ignore me? ”

Chu Jiaojiao pursed her lips, restrained the monstrous emotions tumbling in her heart, and then pretended to be salty and asked, "Jiang Ci, what do you want to do?" ”

"I don't want to do anything!" Jiang Ci let go of her a little, and his voice was still gentle, "Shall we go out first?" ”

Chu Jiaojiao threw away the hand he wanted to touch his face, and said coldly, "Jiang Ci, you answer my question, what do you want to do?" ”

The long and thick eyelashes trembled, Jiang Ci looked at her appearance and smiled, "Jiaojiao, you look good when you are angry." ”

"Jiang Ci—"

"You've seen it all, haven't you? Photographs, portraits...... What else don't you understand, huh? At the end, he took on an upturned tone, like an inquiry, like a lingering hum.

Chu Jiaojiao shook her head and rejected him angrily, "You let go of me, Jiang Ci." ”

"Jiaojiao." Jiang Ci frowned, and his face became a little indifferent and cold.

His already handsome face put away a smile, and it seemed to be covered with heavy gloom.

"Jiang Ci, are you a perverted voyeur? Or is it neuropathy? Chu Jiaojiao's hands were held by him, and she couldn't break free at all.

She looked at the man in front of her and said word by word, "Find someone to shoot me and draw me such a ......"

The woman bit her lip and didn't know what to say.

That painting had a big impact on her. 33

As people often say, words are like people, and sometimes painting is like this, it can show the most intuitive spiritual world of the painter.

In his heart, there should always be such a picture.

In other words, he wanted her to be such a being.

A puppeteer with no soul in the palm of his hand.

Those black vines were his restraints on her.

Jiang Ci squinted, and his tone had a bit of a lazy taste, "Jiaojiao, you think too much, I just like you too much, that's why I'm like this." ”

"You don't like that at all." Chu Jiaojiao retorted, her emotions were aroused all of a sudden.

There were no tears in her eyes, they were dry, but they seemed to be stained with blood.

"Don't you like it?" Jiang Ci laughed when he heard this.

"Yes, I love you, Jiaojiao, I love you very much." The man's voice was low and gentle, and the tail of the peach blossom eyes was still slightly curved, with a little red.

"Nope." Chu Jiaojiao shook her head and hooked her lips, "You're not love, it's just your perverted possessiveness." ”

The moment Jiang Ci's words came out, Jiang Ci's face overflowed with a layer of coldness, as if it would completely explode in the next second.

However, he finally suppressed it, even if the demon in his heart was already ready to move, his nerves seemed to be tense.

Under the bright light, his back was long, tall and straight, standing there, not moving.

"What did you say?" The voice was a little softer, and there was something so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

"Jiang Ci, are you sick?" Chu Jiaojiao looked at him, and tears suddenly fell so directly.

She couldn't think of any excuse for him other than that he was sick.