She didn't understand why Mingming's anger, when she saw him suddenly collapse in front of her because of exhaustion last night, it suddenly collapsed and turned into pity. Why did I feel a flash of pain in my heart when I suddenly saw him appear with tiredness after waiting for him for an afternoon today.

So, when he proposed to take a walk, she was actually amazed in her heart, why did he, who had never cared about her before, become so cautious now?

She wanted to figure it out.

She also warned herself that this was just the most normal thing that would happen to adult men and women, and it didn't mean anything.

Then, she saw that the bathroom door was opened, and the person she was still worried about just now came out with a random bath towel around her waist and wiping her hair.

She looked at him a little nervously.

And he, walking up to her and standing, slowed down the movement of wiping his hair with his hands, and his eyes were fixed on the neckline of her nightgown.

She looked down sensitively to make sure that the neckline was not loosened and that the spring light was not exposed, but she still grabbed the placket and closed it.

Qiu Feng tried to control and suppress, his woman was in front of him, but he didn't dare to act rashly, he didn't know if she was willing or not.

Although he vaguely understood that she did not refuse him entry. Entering her room was a tacit approval, an invitation, but he was still afraid.

I'm afraid that he will mess things up again because of his carelessness.

The two of them were silent for each other, their hearts beating wildly.

Xu Jingru saw him standing straight in front of him, and the bath towel couldn't hide his spurting hope at all, but he just stood and didn't do anything.

Do you want her to take the initiative? Well, she admitted, she actually wanted to look forward to him in her heart.

She gritted her teeth, stood up, slowly approached him, gently pulled the towel he was wiping his head, threw it on the chair next to her, took his hand and gently placed it on her waist.

Qiu Feng looked at her in surprise, completely unbelievable that she would make such a bold move.

His heart was pounding. Is she drunk?

He held her small face and stared at the intoxicating flush on her face.

Her gaze lingered on his face, feeling his heavy breath blowing towards her, but only looking at her.

She sighed softly, raised her hands around his neck, her fingers digging into his hair, her eyes flashing, the corners of her lips gently hooked a timid laugh, pressed down his head, and stood on tiptoe, so that her lips were closer and closer to his.

Qiu Feng waited in a daze, until she put her trembling lips to his lips, and he really believed that she would actually take the initiative to kiss him!

Crazy joy welled up in his heart, and he no longer hesitated, and took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, he didn't even dare to feel her kiss so quickly, he was afraid that he was just having a sweet dream.

"Jingru, are you really......" he asked softly, trying to confirm something, but he didn't dare to really ask, "I'm really, okay?" ”

"But I don't think it's true," he said, in a trembling voice that grew hoarse.

"We all seem to be drunk," she said softly, "just as we are." ”