"It's not that you haven't slept with you," the tone was as natural as having eaten a certain dish, "as long as you don't dislike sleeping with a dead fish, after all, your life is still quite good." ”

He stared at her in the mirror, desperately trying to suppress the anger that erupted from every cell, but he couldn't suppress it.

The hand he was still on her zipper suddenly pulled hard, and she was caught off guard and clinging to his body neatly, and was immediately wrapped in layers of his anger.

"Are you playing with fire? Did You Know? ”

She raised her chin slightly, looked at his resolute and tight chin with the rest of her eyes, and suddenly bloomed into a beautiful but cold smile like an ice flower, and said leisurely: "We all know each other too well, Qingcheng, don't you feel tired?" ”

"Tired?" His big hand covered her lower abdomen, wandering aimlessly, exploring, "You are a treasure that I can't dig up all my life, how can you get tired of it." ”

His hand was like a nimble little snake, reaching out to her inner thighs.

She held back the shiver that came from the depths of her soul, turned pale, and took his restless hand.

His gaze scanned her inch by inch like a scanner, and naturally he saw through her panic hidden in her composure, and his big hands were like a fish breaking away from her hands, and he was about to go deeper.

"Qingcheng." There was a palpable tremor in her calm voice, and her hands gripped his hand tightly.

"Heh," he sneered, his fingers pulled out of her hand one by one, and the corners of his mouth were stained with a thick layer of banter, "The first lady in the imperial city, she is famous for her dignity and generosity." Even the entertainment venues are rarely in and out, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all day long is elegant, just like the ladies who have passed through from ancient times. ”

That's right, it's just that in the end, it's just a name for a red face and a vixen.

Just because she is not the daughter of the Su family, just because her fiancé married her sister.

What a ridiculous ending, as if her nearly thirty years of work before were worth nothing.

Every time she thought about it, she told herself that she shouldn't waste her energy on these things, but every time she thought about it, those pains were like yesterday, and she hurt her muscles and bones.

He looked at her delicate face, which seemed to have been carefully carved by God, and sneered: "My heart is warm, you can't do such things as talking about meat and teasing, and it's not suitable for you." ”

She only felt that her body suddenly cracked a shallow gap, and a pair of beautiful eyes instantly fell to ashes.

His heart trembled uncontrollably, and his words blurted out one step ahead of reason, "My heart is warm, as long as it's real, I like how you look." You don't have to pretend in front of me. Do you understand? ”

"Not today," she ignored all his true feelings and distress, her waist was straight, her face was stubborn, as if she hadn't heard his words, and said coldly: "I'm really tired today, I really don't have the energy to deal with you." ”

She pushed his hand away and walked outside.

His hands still seemed to be stained with her breath, but people couldn't find it for a long time.

His deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, he still couldn't figure it out, what happened to her? Why did it suddenly change?

Then, he collected all his doubts and walked out of the bathroom, only to find that Xinnuan was already lying on the bed facing the window, only a black and soft hair was scattered outside.

He actually knew that she was tired, really tired.

Thinking of this, he began to blame himself again, his own woman is used to being spoiled, why do you have to be serious with her?

He laughed self-deprecatingly, and suddenly, the doorbell rang.