Thinking of this, Jin Ting felt a little depressed in his heart.

Ding Bao is still cautious in front of him?

Why don't you tell him what you really want? Obviously he likes the sun and the wild, so why cater to his preferences?

Jin Ting stopped talking.

Ding Bao saw that he was silent, and his voice was a little cramped.

"What's wrong? I'll just say it, you don't have to take it seriously, I don't have any requirements for a place to live, as long as I can eat and sleep well like I do now. ”

"Nothing, do you really like big houses? Like now? ”

She didn't know why she was asking this, as if she was deliberately proving what she had just thought.

Sure enough, Ding Bao smiled more calmly, and said indifferently.

"Well, who doesn't love a big house?"

But in your painting, there is only a low hut.

Jin Ting was silent, and the strangeness in his heart became clearer, making him not want to continue the next conversation.

He got up and went upstairs, Ding Bao put down the cup in his hand and followed, and when he walked to the fourth floor, Jin Ting found that Ding Bao was still following him.

He turned around curiously.

"What's wrong......

"I'm sorry I'm not, I didn't want to follow you upstairs, I just, just wanted to give this to you."

Ding Bao hurriedly explained it like a child who had made a mistake, as if he was afraid that Jin Ting would misunderstand, and then hurriedly took out the things in his pocket and handed them to him.

"This is the shredded papaya I roasted today, all failed, only this one can be eaten, you can taste it."

After handing him the things, Ding Bao turned around and left.

waited until the door on the third floor sounded, and Jin Ting, who was standing at the turn on the fourth floor, did not move.

He looked down, ripped the ribbon off his eyes, and looked down at the pink handkerchief in his hand.

The handkerchief was wrapped in a ball of shredded papaya, and the sweet smell overflowed, and it was covered with a thick layer of frosting.

He likes to eat sweets, Ding Bao always remembers.

"Heh......"

There was a bit of self-deprecation in the low laughter.

What is there for him to be depressed, doesn't Ding Bao's performance just now explain everything.

It was he who divided the house into different places, it was he who had been constantly reminding Ding Bao to understand the rules and keep his distance, and the person who was suspicious and jealous was himself, but now he cared about Ding Bao's dishonesty.

For a while, countless emotions stirred up in his heart, and the suspicion of human beings in his bones, mixed with the deepening liking and guilt for Ding Bao, made him fall into pain for a while.

However, at this time, in the black hole room, Ding Bao was already lying comfortably on the bed yawning and preparing to sleep.

Baza Black whispered in real time in her ear.

"He's really just been standing there, what did you say to him?"

"Don't say anything."

"So you painted that painting specifically for him?"

Ding Bao turned over, no matter how entangled and struggled Jin Ting outside, she had no psychological burden, and she was still constantly suggesting self-suggestion in her head.

From the first day she entered the castle, her daily bedtime task was to go through the face and voice of Jinting in her mind, she needed her brain to be completely familiar with this face, coupled with self-hypnosis day and night, and now when she saw Jinting, her mind flashed to her cat.

Pretty and well-behaved, lazy and elegant, she likes that cat the most.

Baza Hei saw that Ding Bao didn't speak again, so he shut up in a familiar manner.

Early the next morning, Ding Bao got up to pack his things.