Xie Zhao lowered his head and explained in a muffled voice: "I'm not, I just want to invite you to dinner." ”

"Eat, forget it." Jiang Huaiyu pretended to be disappointed and said.

Then, the man's scorching breath floated over, and Jiang Huaiyu bent down and approached Xie Zhao: "I prefer to sleep with you than to eat." ”

Immediately, he also said in a consultative tone: "Consider it." ”

Xie Zhao only felt that the side of his face was hotter, and even the tips of his ears had a little burning sensation.

What Xie Zhao wanted was just the momentary infatuation of the man in front of him, but he could raise his head and meet his clear eyes.

Xie Zhao knew that it was not enough, far from enough.

It's too easy to come, and it's too quick to get tired.

Xie Zhao took a step back and kept a certain distance from the man, "Mr. Jiang, you will be joking." ”

Jiang Huaiyu's tone was still joking: "No kidding, I really want to sleep with you." ”

I just want to sleep, but I don't want to be responsible.

Xie Zhao avoided answering his words, she took a step back and responded politely: "Since Mr. Jiang refused to invite me, then I can only make an appointment with you next time." ”

After that, she was leaving.

She turned around, and could feel the gaze behind her becoming more and more cold, cold, and she shivered.

When she was about to close the door, a man's cold tone came from the other side: "You don't have to thank me, I didn't help you in the first place, I just don't like this book to lose its original appearance." ”

Xie Zhao said in a low voice: "Thank you again." ”

After closing the door, Xie Zhao laughed sarcastically.

It turned out that Jiang Huaiyu didn't understand her distress signal, and she was self-inflicted.

They had just slept with each other, and what was she expecting?

The lights went out suddenly, and Xie Zhao fell into darkness.

The power outage was out of reach.

Xie Zhao's body trembled, and the fear in his heart suddenly spread to his limbs, and in a panic, he opened the door.

Xie Zhao is afraid of the dark, staying in the dark will make her feel a strong sense of unease, and in more serious cases, she will also have difficulty breathing.

Even before going to bed every night, she would turn on the night light.

Escaping into the hallway, she felt a little more at ease.

The little assistant's room is downstairs, and if she runs down in this dress, I'm afraid she will cause trouble, but staying in the corridor all the time is not the same thing.

I knew it earlier, so I didn't play any seductive tricks, and I planted myself in it.

She would never dare to step back into the darkness.

After hesitating outside the door for a long time, she had to knock on Jiang Huaiyu's door again and ask for help.

The door opened, and he was greeted by an impatient face.

"Miss Xie, you don't sleep with me, you ......"

Jiang Huaiyu pressed back the words when he looked at Xie Zhao's teary-eyed little face.

"Why are you crying?"

His voice softened.

Xie Zhao's eyes were red, he should have cried, his little hands were twisting and grabbing the corners of his clothes, his shoulders trembled, and he looked like he had been greatly wronged and came to him to appeal.

Xie Zhao turned his head and pointed to the dark room behind him, his voice was a little choked: "My room suddenly lost power, Mr. Jiang, can you lend me a piece of clothing." ”

It's strange and pitiful.

At the same time, it also confirms the two words "squeamish" that Jiang Huaiyu said before, she is not only afraid of pain, but also afraid of the dark.

Jiang Huaiyu recalled that when she was slapped today, her eyes were also red, but her tears were stopped by her.

A person who obviously pinched it and felt so much pain was strong in front of others.

The air froze for a moment, and the man didn't say anything more.

Xie Zhao thought he was silently refusing, and she turned away like ashes.

Don't you want to borrow a piece of clothing?

"Xie Zhao," he called to her, "come in." ”