"Xiaojing, you say, Ou Jiazhi can't do it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is called an abstinence male god, a popular style at the moment."

"Am I not feminine enough? Not attractive enough? ”

"Baby, you're naturally charming and feminine, I want to knock you down on the spot."

"But he never touched me! Oh my God, don't get married, only to find out that Ou Jiazhi is a eunuch, then I will be too miserable! ”

"If you're afraid, give him some strong medicine to try."

"Please, I'm a daughter with status, a celebrity, how can I do such a thing, woo woo......"

"Hehe, you obviously want to do it in your heart."

This is a depressed and funny conversation between Lincier and Jing Jue.

Lincille's fiancée relationship with Ou Jiazhi began half a year ago.

In the first three months, their relationship was quite good, and he was very busy with his career, so he would still find time to date her.

Although his personality doesn't seem to be romantic enough, that is, eating, shopping, and watching movies, he is still very gentle with her, holding her hand, putting his arm around her waist, and kissing her face.

On Lincill's 22nd birthday, he dedicated his first kiss to him.

A gentle, long, and moderate kiss.

However, that's it!

Lincille liked Ou Jiaji, she liked it when she was in junior high school, she liked it so purely, so unreservedly, from the day she got engaged, she decided that she was his person, and they were destined to belong only to each other.

Such a light and light way of getting along always made her feel that the "progress" was too slow, and she wanted to become "Mrs. Ou" earlier.

So, she changed her ways to "seduce" him.

As a result, whether it was a fake fall or a drunken kiss, he avoided them one by one as if he were a child.

The most daring time was a company trip, Ou Jiazhi took her there, she deliberately got half drunk, slipped into his room, put on a nightdress, put on what she thought was the most seductive position, and lay on his bed.

After Ou Jiazhi came in, he just went to the bed to take a look, turned up the air conditioner, pulled the blanket over her, printed it on his lips, and went out, making her so embarrassed and depressed all night.

Lincier didn't remember how he left the bar, how he was carried into the elevator by Xiao Qing, and how he arrived at the hotel downstairs.

She was completely drunk and fell into the arms of "Ou Jiaji".

Otherwise, she should have wondered why there was a young man waiting in front of the door of the guest room, and after handing over the room card to Xiao Qing, he smiled meaningfully when he left.

The door closes, the porch lights come on, and the luxurious rooms are shrouded in an ambiguous, warm bright yellow halo.

"Watch your step." Xiao Qing hugged Lincier and walked in, reminding softly.

His reminder was superfluous, and her obsessive gaze never left the right side of his handsome and amorous face.

"Ou Jiazhi, you, you big idiot, why are you here again, why do you care about me again? Don't you believe in everything, don't you believe that? I, I don't want you anymore, get out of here, get out! ”

Lincier laughed intermittently, scolding, and the little strength he had left was used to raise his hand and slap Xiao Qing's face.

He had no choice but to smile wryly and turn his face away, "Miss Lin, you recognize the wrong person, I'm not Ou Jiazhi." ”

As soon as he turned his head, the scarred left side of his face flashed in Lincill's field of vision, causing her to shake abruptly in his arms.

"You're not?"

"I'm not ......"

"So, who are you?"

"I'm Xiao Qing."

Lincill's eyes straightened for a few seconds, and he suddenly screamed, "You're not him, why are you hugging me?" Do you dare to look so much like him? Let go! Let go! ”

"Miss Lin, please don't do this, I just want to help you, hey."

Lincier made a fuss in Xiao Qing's arms, although he was soft and weak, but he couldn't really let go, and finally, with a "whoosh", she vomited again.

This time, even Xiao Qing was not spared......