Chapter 38: Wen Xili Don't Want to Sleep Tonight!
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Wen Xili looked at her face and thought of what she had done, a little disgusted, and a little sarcastic.
For the first time in his life, someone stepped on his dignity, trampled on his self-esteem, was arrogant, and acted recklessly.
His subservience was, for him, a disgrace.
"I don't care which man you slept with," he chuckled, looking at Ginger's face, leaning closer, and his voice was soft as if he was saying something in love, "Ginger, it's better which man you ran with." ”
Looking at each other, she finally had a hint of being stabbed by him in her eyes, and her dark eyes looked at his face, and said stubbornly: "I won't." ”
"I said, I don't care." Wen Xili said coldly, he withdrew his hand, turned and walked out.
Slender and tall figures, with their backs to ginger wine, the air cut off like a natural wall, separating their past from present.
Jiang Jiu pursed his lips stiffly, and his face was somewhat pale in the light, only the dark eyes, which glowed darker than the night.
"Wenxili, you'll regret it." She said word by word behind his back.
Wen Xili paused, and then left without looking back.
With a woman like ginger wine, how could he regret it?
*
Without Wen Xili, this bedroom full of his breath has lost its meaning to ginger wine.
She pursed her lips and sat on the bed for a while, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, she took out a pack of cigarettes from Wen Xili's bedside, lit it and took a vicious puff, she was choked, and she couldn't help coughing on the bed for a while.
Wen Xili's cigarette was not her brand, the taste was very unfamiliar, and the strong smell of tobacco was the same as his sharp personal color now.
Obviously back then...... She and Wen Xili are both drawn from the same brand.
Even the only common preference has changed.
Jiang Jiu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and forced himself to smoke the whole cigarette, but in the end, his throat couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to stop.
She lay on the man's bed for a moment, her mind in a mess.
For a while, when they were children, they sat on the beach, and Wen Xili took her hand and accompanied her to set off fireworks.
She watches the fireworks, he watches her.
One in the sky, one on the ground.
A fireworks bloom in the sky, and a bloom in the affectionate eyes of the young man.
After a while, Wen Xili pinched her chin and told her coldly, "Jiang Jiu, which man did you better run with." ”
His cold eyes reflected her stunned expression, and the dagger made of words without mercy plunged deep into her heart.
Ruthless and desperate.
In the past, he tried his best to please her, but now he only makes her sad.
Jiang Jiu pursed his lips, got out of bed barefoot, dragged the pillow she had just brought over, opened the door and walked out with a gloomy face.
He didn't make her happy, and she didn't give him a good idea.
Don't think about sleeping tonight!
*
When Wen Xili woke up, he found a person nestled in his arms.
He's just a little incredible.
How did ginger wine get in?
Or rather, when did she get in?
She was still wearing the nightdress he had seen last night, her long eyelashes were lowered, forming a thick arc like a small fan, the corners of her eyes were downward, her lips were slightly pursed, and her delicate little face was full of unhappiness.
That expression looked a little aggrieved.
may have been woken up by him, and the person lying in his arms slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw him, he scolded him: "Wen Xili, you are sick." ”