Shen Jing tilted her head back and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid of the cold?" ”

Leave her on the side of the road, a suit to avoid the cold, in the world of his fun, she is worth so much.

Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad, and occasionally treats her ambiguously, but her heart is still cold.

The outside is hot and the inside is cold.

But what can she do, she just has the leisure and perseverance to provoke him, all with the impulse in her heart to love him and be infatuated with him.

Everything about Zhou Lushen is so depraved by a woman for her.

He's lying to you, Shen Jing, he's just coaxing you, Shen Jing, he doesn't love your Shen Jing, he knows it in his heart, but he still resolutely chooses to forget, turns around, wraps around his neck, and kisses him on the lips.

Hot, thin two-piece lip flaps.

Her invitation, Zhou Lu was drunk, became greedy, pressed her head with his backhand, and pushed her into the pool.

She was unsteady, screamed, and staggered into the pool.

'Poof-'

Water splashes.

The cold sea spring water suddenly poured into her ears and nose mercilessly, piercing her eyes so much that she couldn't open them, and her waist was held by the man's palm, and she was soon easily picked up by Zhou Lushen and carried her out of the water.

Shen Jing gasped for breath, her head blank.

She was wet, and even her hair was wet, and a new round of domineering kisses followed.

The water in the pool was cold, but fortunately the depth was not deep, and she shrunk into his arms, "Cold." ”

Zhou Lu lowered his hand to the dark grid and adjusted the temperature of the pool.

In just a few minutes, the water temperature rises, the slightest heat is bubbling, and the skin burns red.

He lifted her buttocks and stood in the pool, the two kissing postures becoming more and more ambiguous.

He was too hot, and while holding her, he raised his hand to tear off the soaked shirt on his body, and the innocent long fingers made her heart tremble and burn with the sound of buttons popping open.

Shen Jing squinted her eyes carefully and looked at Zhou Lushen.

He raised his hand and brushed back the wet black hair, revealing a smooth forehead, sweat mixed with water droplets dripping inch by inch over the resolute side of his face.

He seemed to be drunk, a hazy feeling welled up in his scarlet eyes, and his slender fingers picked up her hand and swam in the direction of the belt buckle.

Under his gaze, Shen Jing bit her lip aggrievedly, and her hands were forced to obey his commands.

Why is Mr. Zhou so sassy.

Zhou Lushen smiled meaninglessly, "Do you like it?" ”

Shen Jing raised her small chin, with her familiarity with Zhou Lu Shen's knowledge, she was really real, a little afraid, "It's a beast." ”

"What do you mean?" He did it on purpose.

"It's the same beast."

…

It's a long time.

One night in the pool, Shen Jing had a terrible fever early and couldn't sleep well.

The hot red face was next to the man's chest, and the little hand unconsciously shook the person next to the pillow, "Zhou Lushen." ”

His voice was lazy, "Hmm." ”

Shen Jing was unconscious, "Forehead... Scalding. Rubbing his forehead against the man's clean and cold side of his face, "You touch my forehead." ”

Zhou Lushen raised his hand and pasted it on her forehead, uncovered the quilt and picked her up, "Good, let's go to the hospital." ”

She nodded tremblingly, like an injured kitten, "I'm going to go to the hospital to get rid of my fever." ”

The clothes were dressed by Zhou Lushen and hugged her.

Early in the morning drive to the nearest hospital.

The elevator mouth met, and the housekeeper who came to make breakfast was stupid in place, "Mr. Zhou? ”

When the people didn't see her, they hurried and didn't answer.

The black Lamborghini started its engine and rushed out of the parking lot like a sword.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the doors of high-end residences resounded with the roar of sports cars.