"Feng Jin, I'm hungry."

Putting down the absorbent towel, Hua Rong turned her head to look at him.

Feng Jin walked over and picked up the hair dryer, "Dry your hair." ”

Although the central air conditioning is turned on in the villa, the weather in London in December is still very cold, and it may be cold when you go downstairs to eat wet.

Hua Rong sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, and Feng Jin stood behind her to blow her hair.

Hua Rong's hair is thick, and it takes a while to have short hair.

The warm wind blew her drowsy, and she had nothing to say: "Feng Jin." ”

"Huh?"

"Have you ever blown Liu Sisi's hair?"

“……”

"Have you ever been to bed?"

"Nope."

"So you've blown her hair?"

“……”

She hugged her legs and smiled a little cutely: "Why don't you speak, I won't blame you." ”

Looking at it from Feng Jin's point of view, it was the delicate and fair side face and the lower half of the shoulders of the loose bathrobe and the thin shoulder blades, on which were the marks he had just left, making her slender body look a little sensational and charming.

"What happened to you and Liu Sisi back then was indeed my fault." The silver earliner in her ear exuded a cold glow in the light, "I've always wanted to find a chance to apologize to you." ”

Feng Jin's movements paused, and then turned off the hair dryer.

He unplugged the plug and put the hair dryer back away, slowly and delicately.

"If you really feel sorry, take responsibility."

Hua Rong turned her head to look at him.

"I don't have anything to do with her anymore." He walked over and stood in front of her, his face was arrogant and noble, and the shadow cast by him shrouded the flower on the sofa, "It's all because of you." Sorry is not a matter of words, it depends on whether I am willing to accept it. ”

Hua Rong glanced at him, then turned her head and said unhappily: "What you did to me, I didn't settle accounts with you, you are better now, kick your nose and eyes and take Qiao with me?" ”

Feng Jin half-knelt down and gently held her hand, "I'm sorry for you, and I've always wanted to make up for it, but you didn't give me a chance." Since you feel sorry and I have a guilty conscience, why don't you stay and explain it well? You can't forgive me for what happened back then, so correspondingly, I can't forgive you so quickly for what you did back then. ”

Hua Rong pursed her lips and remained silent.

Feng Jin lowered his head and kissed her fingertips, then stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, hugged her half of her body, and said in a low and gentle tone: "Rongrong, will you give me a little more time?" You can trust me, you can rely on me, I can rely on me, and time will prove to you. ”

"Feng Jin."

"Huh?"

"This is the first time you've blown my hair."

“……”

"I'm actually a very hypocritical person. Not the only one, I'm not rare. She lowered her head and stroked his lips, her dark eyes were deep, and her tone was light and low, "I have a serious emotional cleanliness fetish for you. I can't stand you being nice to other women. I can accept a loveless marriage, but I can't accept that I love someone else who is getting along with someone else after marrying me. Feng Jin, you may think too much of me, I'm actually just an ordinary woman, I can't cross what you do to me. She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her heart, "I was sad at first. It's the same now. ”

The scars were all accumulated little by little, not to say that that it made her disappointed in him that time.

She really can't love him anymore, it's not that she's hypocritical with him.