Can You Love Me?

Before, Xin Ai didn't think so.

But now, she doesn't want to do this anymore, she hates such a relationship.

She was even more disgusted, Jian Zechuan didn't have any warm caressing, and she hated the exchange of desire without any emotion.

People are greedy, Xin Ai knows that she has become greedy, but he can't control it, she is a person, not a thing with emotions.

Xin Ai showed a frivolous smile on purpose, Third Master, you can't do this. Could it be that Miss Tan didn't satisfy you in bed? You are too anxious like this, which makes me doubt her ability.

Jian Zechuan stopped, and Xin Ai put her hands on his shoulders, stroked his chest gently, and said deliberately: Third Master, since Miss Tan can't satisfy you, what do you want her to do? I'm alone Isn't it all right? No one else in this world loves you more than me, and no one else can make you so happy in bed, isn't it?

Xin Ai knew what to say to make Jian Zechuan unhappy.

These words mean that no man likes to be controlled and restrained by others, especially a woman who, in his opinion... has no status, wants to try to control him, as if to control him, of course it won't work.

Sure enough, Jian Zechuan pinched her chin, Xin Ai, who do you think you are?

Xin Ai pretended to be pitiful, Third Master, I... what's wrong with you, what I said...isn't it right?

I've told you since the first day you and I were together, you shouldn't care about it. If you're not good, don't think about it. It seems that I'm too used to you and forget all about it.

Jian Zechuan spoke cold words with a blank face, and the desire that had already filled his eyes quickly dissipated.

Xin Ai knew that she had succeeded, this is what she wanted, she didn't want to be treated as a lifeless vent, in that case, what is the difference between her and those mass-produced inflatable dolls.

But when Xin Ai heard these words from Jian Zechuan's mouth, she couldn't help feeling sour, tears flowed out almost uncontrollably.

But her crying only made Jian Zechuan more irritable at the moment, he pushed Xin Ai away and put on the clothes one by one.

Xin Ai, don't forget your identity, you are not the only woman who can sleep on this bed.

Xin Ai remained motionless, Jian Zechuan's words seemed to turn into a long sword, piercing through her chest.

She is not alone.

She is no longer alone.

Jian Zechuan left, Xin Ai heard the sound of the door closing, she lay naked on the sofa for an hour, and suddenly laughed.

Mrs. Jane gave her a lot of money, and she promised that she would leave and would not take the initiative to seduce Jian Zechuan.

But the premise is that Jian Zechuan wants to hate her and ask him to stop.

Xin Ai's laughter echoed in the spare room. Before that, she flattered Jian Zechuan in every possible way, just to spend more time with him.

Now, all she has to do is push down her previous efforts little by little.

...

When Fang Ziheng called Xin Ai to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit, an entertainment program was playing on TV. The world's first physical store of the world's brand created by international supermodel Tan Ran was about to settle in Mingdu. It was rumored that she would be invited on the ribbon-cutting day. Boyfriend Jian Zechuan attended.

Xin Ai picked up the remote control and turned off the TV: What did you just say?

I said, you should come to the hospital for a review.

I'm fine, what's the reexamination. Xin Ai looked at the palm of her right hand. The injury on the palm was not completely healed. Fang Ziheng said when he was discharged from the hospital that the injury on the palm is the most difficult to heal. It may crack if you touch it. Can not touch the water.

The wound on the palm was still red and swollen, and it was already inflamed. When you touched it, you could feel the temperature of the wound was scalding hot.

There is no way, the frequency of hand use is too frequent in a day, not to mention that I can't completely avoid it when taking a bath, cooking, washing vegetables and washing dishes, the wound on the palm of the hand just heals and then cracks every time, repeatedly.

The pain in the palm is always reminding Xin Ai of everything that happened that day.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, as if I still feel that I am trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

The surrounding flames swallowed like a tide, and she desperately wanted to get out of the fire, but she couldn't get out no matter what, her whole body was aching from the fire, and her flesh seemed to be scorched.

Xin Ai was not able to wake up until dawn, when the sun shone into the room and dispelled the nightmare.

Compared with this kind of torture haunted by nightmares, the pain in the wound on the palm has already made Xin Ai numb.

Fang Ziheng didn't give up, and still persuaded: I think it's better for you to come here. I'm not because I want to ask about your sister's condition. I saw some examination data when you were admitted to the hospital yesterday. I think it's necessary for you to do a full-body examination. examine.

I'm fine now, there's no need to go.

After hanging up the phone, Xin Ai put Fang Ziheng's number into the blacklist.

Fang Ziheng has been very courteous to her recently, like asking An to come three times a day.

Xin Ai knew what his purpose was.

But she never disclosed the news that Xin Huan had disappeared.

Xin Ai thought, it is actually a good thing to have someone in this world who cares about Xin Huan like this.

Let him worry about it with hope, and it's better than waiting in despair.

However, Xin Ai still went to the hospital the next day.

Because, she has a fever.

Xin Ai went there by herself, and the wound on the palm was repeatedly infected and inflamed, causing her body to have a fever.

Xin Ai was hot all over. When she woke up, she felt that there were double images in front of her eyes. Her throat was dry and smoked. She had a headache and felt dizzy, as if she was drunk. Can step on empty.

The sky and the earth seem to be reversed at any time.

Xin Ai knew that she had a fever, and it should be quite severe. There was no antipyretic at home, and no one could help her.

That sense of loneliness and helplessness is clearest when you are sick.

Xin Ai grabbed her wallet and stumbled out the door before she was completely dizzy.

Fortunately, the driver she met when she went out was a good man. Seeing that she was in a bad condition, she talked to her all the way. However, when she arrived at the hospital, Xin Ai was still unconscious.

It was the same kind driver who sent the man to the hospital without even asking for the fare.

When Fang Ziheng learned that Xin Ai had come to the hospital, he hurried out of the ward.

What's the matter, how did I hear that the situation is not good?

Fang Ziheng came over in a hurry, and heard a nurse say something on the way here.

Xin Ai had lived in the hospital for a long time before, and many nurses knew her.

The head nurse had just given Xin Ai an injection, and now she was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, and she was very drowsy,

Fever, it's thirty-nine and two degrees. Fortunately, she came. Otherwise, no one would know when the fever reached forty degrees. It's really pitiful. Fortunately, she persisted and came to the hospital.

Fang Ziheng suddenly felt sad, it was so burned, the third brother didn't even know? How could he be a man!