Sure that she was talking in a dream, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Xue'er, do you like Nangong Jing?" ”

The first word of "uh-huh...... is the second tone, and the second word is the third tone, indicating that you don't like it......

Nangong Jing: "......" is self-inflicted......

"And who do you like?" Nangong Jing thought about it for a while, and felt that he was asking the wrong question.

She would definitely not answer the open-ended question, so she changed her tone and asked, "Then do you like Mo Zixuan?" ”

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi seemed to be particularly annoying with this stove.

Let go of him and roll over, preferring to curl up in the cold than listen to him again.

And her very positive answer was like a basin of ice water falling from the sky, making him cold from head to toe, and quickly spreading to all four limbs.

extinguished the fire in his body so that there was not even a flame left, and even a hot heart was cooling rapidly, and Nangong Jing's deep eyes flashed with a touch of injury.

Looking at the back of her head, he whispered, "Do you really like Mo Zixuan?" ”

Jian Junxi didn't seem to want to deal with him, and he seemed to be asleep, so he didn't reply......

Nangong Jing's dark face was like the ice cubes of the cold winter wax moon, and the bottom of his eyes was already covered with ice and snow, exuding a biting chill all over his body.

This made Jian Junxi suddenly feel colder, and subconsciously wrapped the quilt tighter.

Nangong Jing rubbed his eyebrows, sat up, picked up the remote control, and turned the air conditioner up a few degrees.

I got up and walked to the living room, found my bag, unzipped it, reached inside for a cigarette, and took out one and put it in my thin lips.

When he just wanted to light the fire, as if he remembered something, he frowned and put the cigarette back down......

Her dark face seemed to be shrouded in haze, and when she remembered her "um", her heart felt like there were countless bees pricked, which hurt very much......

Standing on the windowsill, looking up at the starry sky, there was an indescribable bitterness and sadness in my heart.

In fact, he never smoked again from the time he knew the truth because he also wanted to have a healthy baby with her.

He knew it was difficult, maybe she would never open her heart, but he was not afraid, let alone thought about giving up, he could not even take his life for her, what is dignity?

If he can get her smile, he can do nothing, what he is afraid of is that the person she loves is actually Mo Zixuan

If the two of them are truly in love, what should he do? Is it a fulfillment of withdrawal?

No, he can't do it, he really can't do it......

Covering his face with his hands irritably, he felt greasy, and then he remembered that he hadn't removed his makeup and was still wearing a skirt.

With a long sigh of decadence, he took a set of pajamas from the closet and walked to the bathroom......

When he came back from washing, Jian Junxi wrapped himself in zongzi again, Nangong Jing frowned, and the temperature was obviously just right

Knowing that she was afraid of the cold, he forcibly lifted the quilt and took the cold her into his arms.

Keep telling herself that don't think about anything, compared to whether she can live, those are trivial things......

Jian Junxi, who was sleeping in his arms, was unconscious, and thought that he was holding a stove again.

Habit is a terrible poison, and at first, a little, it won't feel anything.

A person who is by his side does not appear for a long time, has or does not have any feelings.

But when a person is surrounded 24 hours a day, and knows that you understand you, loves you as life, and does not ask for anything in return, this kind of unconditional dedication is highly toxic.

It is difficult to perceive, gradually addictive, and loves because of addiction, and there is no cure.

This person will eventually become a part of life, an indispensable part......

(End of chapter)