"Xue'er......" Nangong Jing's voice was hoarse and stiff.

Although he had dreamed of such a scene countless times, he did not want to be in such a situation

"Isn't that what you want?" Her hoarse voice was soft, like a dandelion that could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"It's not." Nangong Jing wants to explain, but she doesn't know what to explain?

Because, what he wants more is her heart.

"Don't you love me?" Jian Junxi asked softly.

"Hmm" Nangong Jing's blood was throbbing like crazy, and his brain was completely in a state of short circuit.

"Then why are you hesitating?" Jian Junxi pretended to be puzzled, his pleasant voice was like the song of a lark, and there was an indescribable charm in his heart.

"I" Nangong Jing wanted to speak and stopped, and the Adam's apple rolled unconsciously

What was left of sanity began to crumble.

Jian Junxi put her hand on his shoulder, no matter what it was, she was used to a quick decision.

A faint mint scent came to her nose, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, and she was glad that she was not disgusted.

In the dark, a large cold sweat broke out on Nangong Jing's forehead.

His hands subconsciously hugged her into his arms, and asked hoarsely in her ear, "Xue'er, you. Do you really want to do it? ”

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi said in the affirmative.

He thought that she was willing because she accepted herself.

And her willingness, just to repay Nangong Jun's love, and want to have nothing to do with him......

Such misunderstandings make them even more. Cut constantly, and the rationalization is messy......

For a while, the bedroom, which was as dark as night, had a beautiful atmosphere......

Because of the pain, she silently shed two crystal tears......

However, this pain is less than one-ten-thousandth of her heartache, and she hates why she is not strong enough......

Two hours later

Nangong Jing, who hadn't rested for a few days, finally fell asleep.

Jian Junxi's legs also regained consciousness, his ankles hurt very much, and his body felt pain everywhere as if he had been run over by a cart.

She clenched her teeth, listened to the rhythmic breathing in her ears, and pushed Nangong Jing away with hatred......

In fact, she lit incense in the room, and for a maximum of an hour, people would fall asleep.

I never thought that he was obviously very sleepy, but he still managed to sleep for two hours before he died.

Reaching out and turning on the bedside lamp, he turned his head to stare at his sleeping handsome face, his long, dense eyelashes motionless, and the corners of his lips pursed into a vague smile, as if he was dreaming something.

She glared at him with disdain, closed her eyes, and limped to the bathroom.

Every step hurt her to the bone, and the pain seemed to remind her constantly.

How sad it was for her to live, tears rolled in her eyes, and she suddenly raised her head and murmured to the ceiling: "Master, I owe you, and I give him back ......"

However, what responded to her was the silence in the room, as well as the rhythmic breathing of Nangong Jing.

She took a deep breath, and the tears in her eyes finally disappeared under her intense suppression

I took out my clothes from the closet, took out painkillers in my pocket, and then went to the bathroom after eating.

I took a hot shower, removed my wig, and put myself back in order, and then walked out.

Before going out, she carefully checked every corner.

In the end, all that's left is that bed.

The fact that Old Man Ling found her hair has made her heart palpitate until now.

(End of chapter)