After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 123 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (24)

Jinting's back straightened suddenly, and even the arm holding the chopsticks tensed subconsciously.

He has never been so close to anyone, whether it is the women who are obsessed with him, or the hunters who want to kill him.

Skin to skin, he could feel the girl's breath gently passing over his face, like a small fluffy fan, brushing again and again, very light, very itchy, warm and slightly sweet.

There was a touch of softness on the back, which couldn't be ignored at all. Even as Ding Bao exhaled when he spoke, the softness also rose and fell, rubbing against his back rhythmically.

For a moment, Jinting suspected that the woman behind was doing it on purpose.

But he was the one who woke her up, and he was the one who couldn't catch the meat...

In any case, he regretted eating this meal.

"Okay, just use it like this, remember?"

what?
Jinting came back to her senses, the warm and soft touch on her hands had disappeared, and her back was suddenly empty, and Ding Bao had already stood aside in a daze.

"Eat, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Jinting pursed her lips, the chopsticks between her two fingers could not be closed and separated freely.

"Snapped."

A soft sound.

The chopsticks were thrown rudely on the table.

This was the first time Jinting made such an impolite move, and then she directly pulled the plate in front of her, and the table manners instantly collapsed.

After eating, Jinting silently walked into the kitchen with the plate, and whispered "thank you" to Ding Bao by the way.

Ding Bao sighed and laughed unscrupulously.

Ugh... so damn elegant.

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When the weather is fine, a floor-to-ceiling crystal glass facing the gate of the castle looks extraordinarily gorgeous and dreamy.

The strong light passes through the thick glass and prints on the carpet in the living room, which is as dazzling and beautiful as the starry sky in the daytime. The mottled and finely colored light is like pieces of broken glazed tiles. body.

Looking closely at the ancient castle, it is simple and heavy, carrying a thousand years of history. Every beam and pillar is full of stories. The vines climbing the wall and the flowers behind the house open the door at this time to invite the sun to enter the house. In an instant, the haze that has accumulated for several months All receded, leaving only warm laziness and sleepiness.

Ding Bao nestled comfortably in a rocking chair, looking at Jinting sitting by the window.

A wooden piano was placed there. When the young man's knuckle-shaped fingers fell, the scene was pleasing to the eye, and the sound of the piano was light and smooth, echoing in every corner of the castle.

Ding Bao has also learned a little music, and it can be seen that Jinting's level is comparable to that of a master.

As the owner of the castle, he is very generous, but Jinting's life is very boring and monotonous. After observing these days, his only pastime is this old piano. Under the fan window, facing the complicated and ancient patterns and patterns on the window.

Maybe it's because Ding Bao came, and he has another daily activity, which is to urge meals at regular intervals.

No, just after eleven o'clock in the noon, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. The boy got up, walked skillfully through the sofa and chairs, and came to Ding Bao.

"Ding Bao, it's eleven o'clock."

Looking at him, Ding Bao thought of a cat he once raised. It was pure white and had a pair of round blue eyes. Every day at the end of the day, it would obediently circle around her feet, while being waxy and waxy. With a soft "meow meow", he hooked her ankles with his long tail, urging her to feed her cutely and pitifully.

(End of this chapter)