Next to Xiaoqi, listening to her stray breathing, the man didn't explain the reason for his late arrival, but just reached out and held one of her hands pressed to his chest, and quietly lay on the bed side by side with her.

The ten fingers of the two hands were crossed together, and Xiao Qi felt that the wide palm wrapped around her slender and petite hand, and she was in a trance for a while.

She remembered a quote she had read in a book: "If a man shakes your fingers crossed, it means that the man wants to spend his life with you." ”

Spend a lifetime together?

What an irony! I actually remembered these four words at this time.

She curled the corners of her thin lips to herself, a trace of bitterness swept through her heart, and a voice echoed in her brain with irony: you are a seller, he is a buyer, you are a buyer-seller relationship, an authentic money transaction.

Her heart froze, and her fingers became cold and stiff.

The man was keenly aware of the changes in her limbs, and with pity he let go of the five fingers that crossed her, stretched them out vigorously, and then held her cold little hand hard.

Feeling the power in his hand, Xiaoqi's brain became clear.

At this time, why did you think about it in a hurry? It makes my thoughts drift so far. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting herself relax as much as she could.

The room was silent, and there was not a single sound except for the sound of heavy and light breathing.

A strange sensation spread between the two of them, like a mysterious fog that permeated and wandered around them, gradually melting into their bodies and into their skin.

The man sighed, let go of the hand holding her, stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around Xiaoqi's shoulder, and gently hugged her into his arms, and with a slight force of his hands, the two bodies fit tightly together.

With her head resting on his chest and listening to his pounding heartbeat, Zhang Xiaoqi once again felt the burning and hardness of this body, she was tightly encircled on the other party's body, and she didn't even dare to take a breath.

The man hugged her tightly, his lips pressed lightly to her forehead, and the tip of his nose sniffed greedily at the sweet breath.

This familiar breath came from her body, clear, sweet, the same as last time, as soon as the man smelled this breath, he thought of this sweet word, how could the smell be sweet?

But, it's sweet. The man couldn't think of any other word to describe this aura than this word.

He gently stroked Xiaoqi's thick and smooth hair and sideburns with his hands, breathing deeply into her sweet breath, his lips sliding over his forehead, sideburns, and hair.

The information I read yesterday came to my mind again, such a weak body bears multiple life pressures! The pity in his heart is like a flooding river, flowing continuously on Xiaoqi's body through his palms, lips, and body.

Zhang Xiaoqi obviously felt this strange emotion, and instinctively became alert in his heart.

She has made up her mind to bear everything she may face, including the pain of the first □ night and the humiliation of her heart, but she is not mentally prepared to accept sympathy and pity, she can accept any form of equivalent exchange, but resolutely refuses all emotional alms, she has nothing left, only this once proud heart belongs to her, she has sold everything she can sell, only this heart wrapped in a layer of armor that looks strong but is actually extremely fragile, which she desperately keeps, she guards tightly, I'm afraid that if I accidentally lose it, then she really has nothing.