Did Young Master Jiang confess today?

When she realized it, she was hugged by Jiang Feng'an!
The point is, this man has no intention of letting go of her at all. What does it mean to sleep here forever?
"Jiang Fengan, let go of me, I'm in the car!" An Xia wanted to break free from Jiang Fengan's arms, but the man's strength was too great, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free here.
Jiang Fengan probably felt a little uncomfortable being pressed, so he simply hugged An Xia and changed his position, and the two of them lay sideways on the back seat together.
The world was spinning, and finally An Xia felt a little dizzy, and was squeezed between Jiang Feng'an and the back of the back seat.
"Hey, don't make trouble, go to sleep." Jiang Fengan whispered to An Xia.
But who is making trouble now?
Isn't he Jiang Fengan!
How on earth is he sleeping in the back seat of the car, and the door is still open, with his long legs dangling outside, doesn't he really feel cold?
"Jiang Fengan, let go of me quickly, or I'll get angry!" An Xia wanted to push Jiang Fengan away from her, but she was almost out of breath.
The man didn't listen, thinking it was pretty good.
An Xia let out a foul breath, and pushed Jiang Fengan away from her body with all her strength!
Then, Jiang Fengan fell from the back seat.
An Xia was liberated.
I heard Jiang Fengan snorting.
An Xia quickly got out of the back seat and stuffed Jiang Fengan's long legs into it.
From a distance, it looked like An Xia was dealing with a "murder" case and was about to dispose of the corpse now.
Isn't that so, what is the difference between Jiang Fengan's current appearance and a corpse?
Afterwards, An Xia drove to Banshan Manor in one go, not wanting any more accidents.
After arriving in the middle of the mountain, An Xia asked the guard at home to help. She couldn't send Jiang Fengan to the room by herself.
After everything was done, An Xia was so tired that his head was sweating, but Jiang Fengan was lying on his big bed with peace of mind, not to mention how comfortable it was.
He also turned over and wrapped the quilt around himself.
It seemed that An Xia had no temper anymore.
An Xia said to the servant: "Make him some hangover tea, I'll change his clothes."
An Xia thought that Jiang Fengan didn't want others to touch his body, so she asked the servant to make sober tea and changed her clothes by herself.
In the end, only An Xia and Jiang Fengan were left in the room.
As she went to the cloakroom to get her pajamas, she muttered, "If you drink like this again in the future, I won't care about you."
An Xia, who was standing in the cloakroom, was looking for Jiang Fengan's home clothes, and found it after searching for a while. When she was about to go over with the home clothes, she was suddenly hugged from behind.
A strong smell of alcohol came over.
"An Xia... why are you here?"
It was Jiang Fengan who got up and started to use alcohol to commit crimes.
"I had something important to talk to you about, but you don't look like you can talk about it now." An Xia said, "So, go and change your clothes now, and wait until you sober up."
"I'm not drunk." Jiang Fengan hugged her, insisting that he was not drunk.
"All right, you're not drunk." An Xia compromised, not wanting to worry about whether Jiang Fengan was drunk or not, "If you're not drunk, can you change your clothes?"
"An Xia, I like you, very much." Jiang Fengan suddenly pressed her ear and confessed.
It was also because of Jiang Fengan's drunken confession that An Xia didn't urge him to change clothes quickly.
The man continued to whisper in her ear, "Thank you for agreeing... to be with me, besides thank you, I'm sorry... An Xia, I will always treat you well, I will..."
When An Xia heard Jiang Feng'an's words, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.
To be honest, both women and men like to listen to sweet talk.
Women listen to men's liking and care for themselves, and men listen to women's admiration and dependence on themselves.

"Let me just believe that you will always treat me well." An Xia said.
"What is tentative?"
It seems that this man is not so drunk that he doesn't know anything.
"It's just... I didn't believe that things like love would happen to me before, and I always felt that I probably missed love in this life. But because of you, I believe that there is still another man in this world who is sincere to me. Okay." An Xia said.
The man behind him didn't give any response, but the strength of holding her was much stronger.
An Xia is not the kind of person who can talk nasty words, after she oopsed, she said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, what's the matter with sticking here all the time?"
"That's what I want." That's what he wanted, he wanted to hold An Xia all the time, and he wanted to be like this with her forever.
An Xia couldn't resist Jiang Feng'an either, a drunk man was like a child, no matter how An Xia coaxed him, it was useless.
An Xia was helpless, but there was a sense of happiness in her helplessness.
She has never felt such a feeling of being needed before, she seems to be a dispensable role to everyone.
However, Jiang Feng'an would use all his enthusiasm to infect her and make her almost dead heart come back to life.
She thought, thank Jiang Fengan for appearing beside her, let her know that she is still a person worthy of being needed and loved.
only……
Where is Jiang Fengan's hand?
What does he want to do?
Ok?
Using alcohol to commit murder?
……
Not long after, the servant knocked on the door and told An Xia that the hangover soup was ready.
It was also the servant's knock on the door that rescued An Xia from an embarrassing situation.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly pushed Jiang Fengan away and walked towards the door.
As he walked, he tidied his clothes, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, An Xia opened the door of the room.
……
Jiang Fengan woke up in the middle of the night with a headache.
When she woke up, she found that An Xia was also on the bed, but she was not covered with a quilt, and the little girl was curled up in a ball.
Jiang Fengan covered him with the quilt, thinking about how he was at home and how An Xia was in his bed.
After thinking about it, I have no clue.
The suit on his body was also changed, and he was wearing home clothes.
An Xia changed this clothes?
When thinking of this, the corners of Jiang Fengan's mouth raised an arc unconsciously.
Afterwards, he lay down on the bed again, hugging the small ball of An Xia in his arms.
There is nothing more reassuring than waking up in the middle of the night to find someone you love is by your side.
Jiang Fengan is very at ease now.
The little girl in her arms moved, probably because she had not slept soundly and was awakened by Jiang Fengan's movements.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and asked, "Are you awake..."
"Ah."
"It broke me."
"Oh, why did I torment you?" When the man said this, it was meaningful.
An Xia understood almost instantly, she was completely awake, and wanted to get up from Jiang Fengan's bed.
But in this situation, can she still run?

Everything that was supposed to happen happened.
Moreover, it is in the case of sobriety.
It was early in the morning after the end, the window in the room was open, An Xia looked at the mist outside the window, too tired to move.
"It seems to be snowing." An Xia looked out the window and said softly.
Jiang Fengan hugged her from behind, and replied in a low voice, it doesn't matter whether it snows or not, what matters is that An Xia is by his side now, and he can sleep with this woman in his arms.
"Where is the first snow this year?" An Xia and Jiang Fengan emphasized, "Aren't you excited to see the snow?"
As a southerner, shouldn't he be very excited to see snow falling? Why doesn't Jiang Fengan feel anything at all.
It's so boring.
As a result, Jiang Fengan said: "It seems that you are not tired at all."
But no, the two of them have been tossing around for half the night, and now An Xia still has the heart to say that it's snowing, it seems that she is indeed not tired at all.
After An Xia heard this, her body paused for no reason.
isn't she tired?
She's exhausted!
She is now curled up in Jiang Fengan's arms like an ostrich, not daring to move or say anything, for fear that this man will think that she still has energy.
At that time, Jiang Fengan's even breathing came from behind, "Asleep?"
An Xia asked.
"No..." He said in a nasal voice, "I'm thinking about that night five years ago."
To be honest, the experience of that night five years ago was not pleasant, it can be said to be very bad.
An Xia also didn't want to think about what happened that night again, even if that person was Jiang Fengan.
I just heard Jiang Fengan continue to say: "I feel at ease to be able to sleep with you in my arms."
Being able to sleep with such a big "hot water bottle" in his arms made An Xia feel very comfortable and at ease.
"An Xia, let's be good like this, forever, huh?" Jiang Feng An said to An Xia, he began to greedily want to be with her for the rest of his life.
People are greedy animals, they want to be together when they are not together, they want to have a good life after being together, and then they want to live a lifetime.
And An Xia, who was told by Jiang Fengan, actually began to imagine what they would be like when they were seventy or eighty.
They all became very old and ugly, unable to walk.
However, as long as the person by my side is the other person, everything seems to be worth it.
"Okay." An Xia imagined that scene, and felt that she was yearning for it, so she agreed to Jiang Feng'an, and promised to walk with him forever.
"En." The man got a satisfactory answer, so he hugged An Xia contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep.
An Xia was indeed very tired from tossing, and she quickly fell asleep in Jiang Fengan's arms.
For five years, An Xia had never slept so peacefully. She felt that in Jiang Fengan's arms, she felt very safe and could let go of all the burdens in her heart.
Just sleep, just sleep.
In other words, An Xia hasn't had a good night's sleep since her mother passed away.
It was Jiang Feng'an who gave An Xia such a feeling.
An Xia slept soundly this time, and didn't wake up until ten o'clock the next morning.