There are no traces on the man's body, and the body is still there.

Jing Qingran skipped him and turned to walk out.

But he reached out and grabbed her.

"Let it go." The woman didn't even want to turn her head back.

He pulled her around with all his might, then leaned over and held the woman shorter than himself firmly in his arms, and wrapped his arms around her.

The embrace is so familiar, and it feels so real.

The bathroom was filled with moisture, fogging the mirror and blurring the hugging figures of the two people in the mirror.

Jing Qingran really didn't know who he was, and he couldn't understand him more and more, he was like her, and everything was like Mu Shao.

This person is like a doppelganger of two people, making people unpredictable.

Who is he?

Maybe I'm really wrong? Jing Qingran smiled bitterly.

He is who he is, a man of flesh and blood, and he is only a man, a man who really lives on the earth.

He is him, it doesn't matter what outsiders think of him, if Jing Qingran must force him to be a specific person, it would be a big mistake.

There are no two identical leaves in this world, and naturally there are no two people who are exactly the same.

This kind of thing, really, can't be forced.

A hug is like a reunion after a long absence.

After a long time, he let go of her.

Jing Qingran's mood is much calmer.

He looked down at her and said, "Let's take a bath." ”

"No need." Jing Qingran shook his head lightly, ready to go out.

I already have too much with him, and I don't want to have more with him.

"Jing Qingran, are you still running away from me?" He asked, reaching out to take her hand.

"Between you and me, there is no future, why escape?" She looked back at him, her tone indifferent.

There is no future, what do you need to escape?

Thinking too much, not good!

"Well clear." He called her.

"What for?" She asked.

"I won't let you leave me."

Step into her, bow your head and seal her lips, the more intense the kiss becomes.

Jing Qingran actually has feelings for him, but she can't be sure if this person is her father-in-law, her feelings for him are always suppressed, suppressed, and repressed.

The kiss became more and more confused, and Jing Qingran began to respond to him involuntarily.

Her response aroused the man's interest even more, before, he kissed her, she had been suppressed, obviously about to respond to him, but she was forced to endure it, her hand tightly grasped the sheets, forcing herself not to have feelings for him.

But how can human feelings be suppressed all the time?

The feeling that can be suppressed all the time is either that the love has not yet arrived, or it is pretended.

The man's slender hand ripped off the bath towel from her body, and the last fig leaf fell to the ground.

His slender fingers caressed her white skin, inch by inch, and he could feel her body trembling.

She had feelings for him.

It's a real, emotional, and familiar feeling.

Familiar?

Why is it familiar?

A big question mark popped up in the man's mind.

The woman who was already confused murmured softly on her lips, "Xianggong......" She took the initiative to reach out and climb his neck, stand on tiptoe, and kiss his thin lips.

It's very similar, it's so similar, it's so similar that there's no hint of pretense.

This woman rarely takes the initiative, and the man should be happy, but the next moment, he pushed her away.

Jing Qingran woke up in an instant.

The two looked at each other frankly and looked at each other.

"What did you just call me?" The man asked her.

"I'm ......" Jing Qingran said, his eyes looking at him all the time.

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