You like me.

Four words.

His tone was not ostentatious, not humiliating, not inquiring.

Rather, it is an extremely calm statement.

Sitting in front of her was a man who was accustomed to being loved, enjoying the aura, and being in a position all year round.

This liking, which seemed to him as a matter of routine, would neither bother him nor make him stagnate.

Ding Ai knew in her heart that the curiosity that drove Jian Tianqi to ask these four words was already an honor for her.

There was no emotion in the man's dark eyes.

But Ding Ai is not a hypocritical person, since the other party asked, she naturally has no intention of avoiding it.

So she nodded: "Yes, I like it." ”

"Reason." His insistence surprised Ding Ai.

Ding Ai's eyes paused for a moment, and then said with a smile: "If you like it, you like it, there is no special reason." ”

Those terrible experiences more than ten years ago were enough to torture her alone.

But the man on the other side still looked at her fixedly, as if he was not satisfied with this perfunctory answer.

Ding Ai scratched his head, "If you have to give a reason, because you are good-looking." ”

“……”

"It's okay to look good."

Ding Ai was stunned for a moment, looking at his still serious appearance, what kind of problem is this?

She couldn't laugh or cry a little: "Third Brother Jian, you are doing well, but I am a girl." I was dragged to get married by you before I could confess. That's not all, now you don't even give me a chance to make a confession, and you suspect that my motives are not pure. ”

Who knew that the man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "You want to confess before the dowry?" ”

Ding Ai froze, knowing that he had missed his mouth, so he hurriedly came back, and opened his mouth confidently, but it was almost beyond his mind: "I want to confess on the day you give the dowry." ”

"Actually, I'm interested in you!"

She's ......

Late festival is not guaranteed.

Ding Ai looked at the red face of the person in the mirror, and her ears seemed to recall the righteous words she had just said at the dinner table, and the subtle expression that suddenly appeared on Jian Tianqi's face after hearing it.

Ding Ai never felt that she wanted to strangle herself so much.

Cover your face.

She wiped her hair with a towel, and under the white towel, her ears were flushed.

Ding Ai used to have short hair with green skin for convenience. But girls always have some love for beauty. Now that most of her hair is over her ears, she is a little reluctant to cut it.

Jian Tianqi's regular lover who has been dating for two years, Liu Yufei and Ding Ai have seen her photos. The newspaper news was overwhelming, and she couldn't read it if she wanted to.

The woman, with long hair, was glamorous, and bumpy.

She guessed he probably liked girls' long hair.

The mirror was still covered with a mist that had just been steamed. Ding Ai wiped it casually in distraught, spat out a cloudy breath, and walked out of the bathroom.

Jian Tianqi held a conference call in the study, and he told her to sleep first, but she naturally didn't mean to wait for him.

In Zhuhai, dealing with Director Weng and the Red Python Brigade consumed a lot of her physical strength.

She doesn't feel tired, but that doesn't mean her body doesn't need to recover and recuperate.

When she was a child, she died nine times faster, and her cells divided more than three times faster than normal people.

This means three times more metabolic as well as the productive mechanism.

Whether it's fatigue or medication, she even heals her wounds and wakes up and she's fine.

But the number of times a human cell divides is not unlimited.

If the life span of a person is compared to a candle, others can burn slowly and evenly to the end, while she rushes to the end with an accelerant.

Especially in the high-intensity confrontation, it is more like adding oil to the fire.

This is also why she spends her days loafing around, but the elders in the gang who know about it have no complaints.

She can't do much about her physical condition, the only thing she can do is to cultivate her body, regulate her breath well, and strive to survive for a few more years.

And since Ding Ai became the shopkeeper, she has been very successful in raising herself as a waster-

Until some time ago, she should go to Jane's marriage.

For Ding Ai, sleep is the best cultivation.

When the human body sleeps, the catabolism in the body is at its lowest level, while the anabolic process is relatively high, which is conducive to the accumulation of energy in the body.

After Ding Ai turned off the light and lay down, it began to rain outside the window.

Through the window, Ding Ai could hear the hazy sound of rain.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River hypnotizes people, and it should be a good night's dream.

When she was sleeping in a daze, she heard the sound of the door opening.

After confirming that it was a familiar footstep, Ding Ai didn't think much about it, and subconsciously wanted to sink into a dream with sleepiness, but his body sank slightly.

A slightly cool kiss fell on her neck, with a slight smell of wine.

Ding Ai was suddenly so frightened that he couldn't sleep at all.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the man's eyes shining in the night.

Those eyes had a darker color than usual, like rain-washed inkstone, black and bright.

Ding Ai was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously called: "Third Brother Jian? The voice was nasal in the voice, like the thin meow of a kitten.

The man didn't respond, just buried his head back in her neck and nibbled on a shallow kiss.

Ding Aixin said that although she didn't want to confess with an old face, he was too sudden.

At the right time, I heard a thunderclap outside the window—

The man's body on his body also tensed up in an instant.

Ding Ai was stunned.

The corners of his lips hooked in relief.

She relaxed her body and let him take what he wanted, her soft hands gently covering the man's tense back.

The man in the dark got her acquiescence, and he went all the way down her slender neck, lingering on the soft mound, and his big palm reached into the hem of her pajamas, caressing the delicate and warm skin in his hands.

She let go of her lips and gasped slightly as the man moved on her body.

No one spoke.

The two seem to have a tacit understanding.

In my ears was the sound of rain outside the window, and in the dark room, there was only the low panting of the two of them intertwined from each other.

His strength is not gentle, like a beast that draws warmth from the darkness, and even plays with it with a sadistic wanton.

Ding Ai bit his lip and silently endured his strength, listening to the sound of blood gushing in the depths of his soul.

Her long fingers dug into his hair, occasionally moaning like a cat.

Until the calloused fingers kept moving down, she stiffened, and subconsciously shouted "slow down......"

The man on his body was stunned.

He suddenly braced himself up and looked up at her.

Ding Ai's heart jumped suddenly by the sudden gaze in the dark, and the other party's eyes went deep into the cold pool, and there was a certain kind of restless and burning emotion that almost wanted to erupt.

Blazing and ferocious.

In those dark eyes, in addition to desire, there was also a certain obscure emotion.

She froze and was about to speak, but the man on her body made a move first.

In the darkness, I saw him stretch out his big bony palm and gently cover her eyes.

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Ai heard the sound of Suosuo, and she only felt that the pajamas that he had ripped off were being pulled back again.

It wasn't until he buttoned those buttons back one by one with one hand that Ding Ai regained his sight.

“……”

The man turned his body sideways, and his long eyelashes were lowered to hide the light of his eyes, so that people could not see what emotion it was.

She only felt that he seemed to be more silent than usual.

Ding Ai pursed his lips and did not say anything.

The next moment he was about to get up, but his wrist was grabbed by Ding Ai's eyes.

"Where are you going?" There was still some hoarseness in her voice.

"Study." He replied.

Ding Ai snorted: "As a woman, my self-esteem was hurt and I didn't run, what are you running." ”

He looked at her smiling face in the dark, and she said, "Just sleep here, I'll be with you." ”