Ding Ai gritted her teeth, pulled out her "Ding smile" as if nothing happened, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go to sleep." ”

I don't know if it's her delusion, but the moment she pulled out a smile, the man's face seemed to suddenly turn a little colder.

She lifted the quilt and climbed into bed. Jian Tianqi turned off the light, leaving the pale laptop screen glowing dimly in the dark.

Because Jian Tianqi had been in the quilt for a while, it was very warm, and the warm comfort made Ding Dujun think of the word "warm bed" for a while.

The ghostly third brother Jian helped him warm the bed.

She laughed out loud.

The petite body came out of the quilt, reached out and touched the switch of the bedside lamp, and with a "click", the light came on again.

In the dim and ambiguous light, she smiled so much that her eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent: "Teasing you." You work with the lights on, and the computer screen with the black light hurts your eyes—"

As soon as her words fell, Jian Tianqi gently put down the notebook and suddenly pressed it sideways. The conditioned reflex of the person who originally practiced martial arts made her subconsciously want to bend her knees to block, but he was faster than her-

The man's arms were next to her ears, locking her to his chest.

The bottomless black pupils, condescending, just looked at her so straight, as if they were going to see her through.

Ding Ai felt his heart bounce violently along with the mattress.

He had the same scent of shower gel as hers, and Ding Ai smelled the smell of each other, and his mind was suddenly confused.

The man's eyes were confused when he looked at her, and the darkness in his eyes became darker and darker.

"I told you."

"Don't laugh like that."

The man's body was not far apart, and Ding Ai could even feel the heat on his skin.

The heat made her head dizzy, and her heart was rumbling as if it was about to burst out.

She finally gathered her consciousness and forcibly held back four words: "What, what are you laughing at......"

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, he turned sideways with one hand, pinched her cheek with the other, and pulled out—

"So, laugh."

"It hurts, it hurts, you shong (loose) gai (open)."

The man's subordinates worked hard, pinching Ding Ai's tears to stay.

"Fake smile."

"Shhhh

"When did I smirk!" She slapped the back of his hand away, rubbed his cheeks, and couldn't help but sour her eyes: "I smile sincerely, and from the bottom of my heart!" ”

"Not enough."

"Huh?" This man, is he looking for her to fight?

The body was one step faster than her head, and she reached out and pinched the man's face.

The skin in her hand was very cold, she pinched it and pulled it out: "You are not the same, you smile brightly when you are in front of people." Now, laugh at me. ”

There was a wicked smile in her eyes, and the stars of the night seemed to fall into those eyes.

His long eyelashes twitched almost imperceptibly.

The man's eyes were dark, especially in the dim light, and when he looked straight into her, it was like a night wind and snowfield, rolling up and flickering in the dark.

She couldn't help but let go of her hands.

The ambiguous atmosphere makes the air sticky. Ding Ai is not a little girl who is ignorant of the world, but she will not be so sentimental as to overinterpret this ambiguity.

She had sensitive senses, and she believed that he had heard the unnatural movement outside the balcony as she did.

This is the bedroom on the second floor, and the balcony faces the Luoshui River in Jiangcheng.

The movement of the person outside the window was extremely light, and she had only caught those faint hints of soot until just now.

And what about this man, when did he find out?

She lifted her long eyelashes to look at him.

After a while, Ding Ai smiled: "Third Brother Jian, are you sure you want to deal with me tonight?" ”

"That's it," she lay flat, her delicate voice was full of charm, but her posture was like a frog waiting to be dissected, "The Jian family has made a big dowry, how can you let Third Brother Jian taste me." ”

He took in the changes in her, and his eyes were gloomy.

Ding Ai stared at him with a smile, but as soon as the air relaxed, the person on his body vacated his place.

"Sleep."

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at him. I saw him turn off the light, pick up the computer from the bedside table again and turn it on, the pale light was imprinted on his face, making the already sharp facial features even more cold.

It was as if the throbbing and eerie atmosphere had never existed.

Ding Ai hooked his lips self-deprecatingly.

She didn't insist on turning on the lights anymore, rolled over and fell asleep.

"Good night, Third Brother Jane."

The man didn't react, just a slight pause with his fingers tapping on the keyboard.

He didn't stop, and he saw the woman curled up like a shrimp with his back to him.

His gaze paused for a moment on the small bulge, and a hint of complexity flashed through his eyes.

In fact, Ding Ai was so unsettled that he didn't fall asleep at all.

She stayed up with the sound of Jian Tianqi's hypnotic keystrokes until the man put down the notebook to rest, listening to his breathing gradually become heavier, then she exhaled a breath of turbid air from her chest and turned over cautiously.

Listening to the wall outside the window, it was obvious that she couldn't hold on, and she was gone.

Ding Ai turned to the side and saw the side face of the man asleep.

There are no blackout curtains in the windows of the room, and the handsome silhouette of the man can be seen through the moonlight.

His eyelashes were long, but not curly, and there was no feminine femininity, making his already dark eyes particularly deep.

Now gently covered the lower side of the eyelids, the dark shadow has melted away a little cold, but the frowning eyebrows in the man's dream made Ding Ai's brows twist up.

The fingers in her quilt tightened, and after a moment's hesitation, she reached out and gently covered the fold between the man's eyebrows.

Thinking of the past, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"It's really troublesome, you can spare me."

The gentle female voice echoed in the silent room with the night and stirred up a room of dust, and wrapped around her heart like seaweed: "After so many years, how can you still have nightmares." ”

"It's all over, Third Brother Jian......"

She stared at the man's side face in the darkness with rare concentration, and the strength of her hand was gentle.

It took a long time for her to withdraw her hand. Because of the greed in her heart, she simply slept on her side facing him, but her eyelids finally closed at some point and fell into a deep sleep.

Until the sound of long breathing sounded in the room, the man lying on his back on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark pupils of the eyes are clear and sharp.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw the woman's sleeping face, and the short hair in her ears fell to her light-colored lips.

He looked at her, his eyes shining amazingly in the dark......

Each boxing method has its own way of cultivation.

For example, Xingyiquan has a tradition of "night practice". The so-called "law does not pass on six ears", night practice can be kept secret.

The second is that Xingyiquan pays attention to "pictographic meaning", pictographic meaning does not refer to learning the appearance of animals, but to take a "meaning" word. To put it simply, if a person has a place that he likes to stay, he takes "meaning". If a person often goes to a place to eat, and after a long time, he likes to sit in the same place, this is a pictogram.

Although there is no specific time for other boxing techniques, ancient martial arts generally pay attention to the "Yin Shi" morning gong. This is not because the plan of the day lies in the morning, but that the ancient martial arts were mostly related to uprisings and rebellions in the past, and practicing boxing when the sky is bright is conducive to "covering people's eyes and ears".

Ding Ai started practicing boxing at the age of nine, debuted at the age of eleven, and lives to be twenty-five years old now, and there is not a day when he doesn't get up early.

The biological clock was more useful to her than an alarm clock, but she didn't expect that the moment she opened her eyes, she would see a man standing with his bare upper body with his back to her.

The man's long muscular lines are smooth and powerful, and the waist line is deep and narrow, extending from the lower edge of the back all the way to the baggy black cotton pajama pants, which is indescribably sexy.

Probably because he heard the movement on the bed, the man naturally turned around, and the outline of his abdominal muscles and mermaid line was clearly visible, and the edges became more and more obvious because of the writhing position.

Even though Ding Ai was used to seeing a man's muscular body when he was a child boxing, the person in front of him was exceptionally good-looking.

Ding Ai was stunned, and subconsciously reached out and touched it.