Chen Jiguang took Wen Xien back to his apartment, which he hadn't been here for a long time, but it was still as clean as ever because someone cleaned it every day.

Chen Jiguang bowed down and put the crying and sleeping person in his arms on the bed, and straightened up slightly.

His apartment is simple, he rarely lives here, and the style is very simple, just like a hotel.

The person on the big bed, the blond hair is messy, the eyes are still slightly puffy and the long and curly eyelashes are asleep, the pale lips are gently pursed, seductively picked, the gentle breathing is very steady, the whole person does not look like ordinary people are drunk and noisy, but like a beautiful excessive scenery.

Looking at this quiet picture, Chen Jiguang showed a touch of tenderness on his face that he was not aware of, and finally leaned over to seal a dragonfly kiss on the pale lip flap.

It's gentle, it's gentle, as if it's aimed at an incomparably precious treasure, and I only dare to be cautious, for fear that I will break it if I exert myself.

Lust has always been extremely shallow for Chen Jiguang, who has lived for more than 20 years, and the more important reason is that he is not interested, no matter what, he can sit still like an old monk, but at this moment, it is only the simplest touch to the lips in front of him with closed eyes and beautiful paintings, Chen Jiguang obviously feels the surging desire in his abdomen.

For Wen Xien alone, he sometimes really feels like he is crazy.

He didn't think of himself as a lustful person, but now, he wanted to deepen the kiss, to leave his own mark on her, to rub her into his body, to make her whole body stained with his own breath.

Just thinking about it, the man's breathing was obviously two points heavier, however, looking at the sleeping and picturesque person in his sight, Chen Jiguang, who was clenching his fists, showed a wry smile, he had almost never suffered such grievances, he always did whatever he wanted, he didn't need to suppress himself at all.

But Wen Xien is different.

He touched Wen Xien's snow-white face, and the kind of explicit desire in his eyes was extremely explicit, as if he wanted to swallow people completely, and he didn't want to lose even the slightest bit of hair, until Wen Xien's cheeks were red, and he reluctantly let go.

Forcing himself to get up, he turned and left the room.

When Chen Jiguang reappeared, there were two more things in his hands.

Towels and basins.

In the room, Chen Jiguang soaked the towel in warm water, took a deep breath, and with the stiff movement of his fingers, the delicate skin slowly came into view, and in this originally cool room, an unknown dry heat quietly spread in the air.

This wordless heat made the man breathe a long sigh of relief, obviously it was almost autumn, but the man's smooth forehead was already hot and sweaty, and the sexy Adam's apple was also rolling.

Probably because of the intake of alcohol, the original milky complexion of the sleeping person was covered with a layer of shallow powder, and the blue blood vessels originally covered under the extremely thin skin also brought a bit of delicate unreality under the rendering of pink.

When you get closer, you will smell a faint cold fragrance, coupled with the quiet and picturesque temperament between your eyebrows and eyes, even a saint can't help but lose her proportions.

Chen Jiguang's eyes were fiery, as if he was fascinated, his eyes were firmly fixed on the angelic figure, and he was reluctant to linger on the subtleties of every place.

What kind of beauty has Chen Jiguang not seen? But those beauties have lost their color in front of Wen Xien, just like the moon and fireflies, there is no comparison at all, otherwise he would not have liked Wen Xien for this face, and he would not have had any fun.

Chen Jiguang never knew that he only needed one glance to write people's eyeballs, which could make him have a hard thirst in his throat.

The soft towel gently wiped the body, wiping the slender snow-white fingers, and the movements were gentle with a little careful care.

When he lifted his sleeves, all expressions on his face froze, and even his breathing paused for a moment.

The whole room was completely enveloped in an invisible haze.

I don't know how long it took, but the eyes of the stiff man like a stone turned crimson, looking like a beast awakened from the darkness, and the low pressure gushing out of his body at this moment merged into a rich piece, which was enough to make people daunted at a glance.

A few minutes later, as if trying to prove something, he lowered the negativity rolling through his body, and trembled his fingers to caress the raised scar.

Pale pink, streaks of scars, left on the slender and fragile wrists.

Chen Jiguang didn't dare to touch it hard, although the wound was almost healed, the pale pink scar was extremely dazzling in his eyes.

The voice of the man with his fingers clenched and his teeth gritted his teeth sounded: "Why?!" ”

He looked at Wen Xien, who was already asleep, with red eyes, stubbornly trying to get an answer, but the person who was already looking for it could not reply, so he could only press his heart to resist the beating of his heart first.

"Fool, doesn't it hurt?" Chen Jiguang asked with a smile, obviously the wound was not on his body, but he felt a trace of pain.

Wen Xien, who was lying on the bed, turned over and faced Chen Jiguang, still asleep, without the slightest trace of waking up.

Chen Jiguang stared at the scar for a long time, and finally just leaned over and lightly imprinted on the scarred wrist, the soft and soft kiss with pity.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

“…… Why do that. ”

Chen Jiguang turned out to be planted in the word love in the end.

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Slowly waking up from his sleep, the first thing Wen Xien noticed was his aching head.

Here comes the after-effects of the hangover.

Frowning, Wen Xien got up with one hand against the bed under him, and covered his stinging head with the other to relieve the headache, trying to recall the previous events in his mind.

She remembers that she and Ciel went to socialize, then went out after a few drinks, and then seemed to meet a fan who said he wanted to take her to rest......

And then there's ......

The frown became tighter and tighter, Wen Xien rubbed his forehead, trying to think about yesterday's events, and then what happened?

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Xien was about to forget if he couldn't think about it, but suddenly noticed the extremely soft touch coming from the palm of his hand and the unfamiliar environment around him.

So now where is she?

Hanging his head in a daze, Wen Xien looked at the snow-white sheets, and for a moment wondered if he was in the hotel.

So who brought her to the hotel last night? Is it Hill?

(End of chapter)