Can You Love Me?

Jian Si didn't believe that Xin Ai would throw the third master out again.

Hey... hello...

Jian Si ran fast, and there was no one there in a blink of an eye, and it was useless for Xin Ai to shout.

Xin Ai couldn't help but want to curse, and even threw a drunk man to her. She took a look at Jian Zechuan as if she was going to slap him twice. What did he do here when he was drunk? His house is so big, he has so many houses, he There is also a gentle and virtuous fiancee, why did you come to her.

Xin Ai sneered, will she take care of it? She doesn't have that many bad intentions.

Someone else's fiance is not hers, so why should she serve her.

Now, not before.

Xin Ai turned around and was about to go upstairs, it was so late, it was not easy for her to fall asleep.

As soon as he stepped onto the first step, he heard Jian Zechuan moaning slightly in pain.

Xin Ai's steps paused, she gritted her teeth, no matter what, he was drunk, that was his business, it had nothing to do with her, Xin Ai covered her ears and continued to walk up.

But halfway there, he stopped.

Xin Ai really didn't want to care about it at first, but...she turned back anyway, she told herself, just to see if he was drunk to death.

But when he walked in front of Jian Zechuan, he saw that he was frowning, his expression was uncomfortable, and he seemed very uncomfortable. After all, his heart softened, and he brought a hot towel to wipe his face and hands.

While wiping Xin Ai, he scolded himself, making you soft-hearted, and making you feel cheap. To this kind of scumbag, he should be slapped.

Xin Ai really despises herself.

Just as he was about to get up after wiping, his wrist suddenly tightened and was grabbed by a big hand.

The temperature in his palm was very hot, almost scalding Xin Ai's skin.

Xin Ai met Jian Zechuan's dark eyes in surprise, Jian Zechuan, you pretend...you're not drunk at all...ah...

Xin Ai exclaimed, and fell down, just falling into Jian Zechuan's arms, and was instantly surrounded by his breath.

Jian Zechuan moved very quickly, turned over and pressed her under him, lowered his head and tightly blocked her lips.

The strong smell of alcohol from his body made Xin Ai feel a little dizzy, as if she was also drunk.

Jian Zechuan didn't give Xin Ai any chance to speak at all, he didn't want to hear any more words from her that made him angry.

She was always very capable and easily angered him.

Jian Zechuan is particularly annoying, now he is not sober, calm, and irrational. He wants to go back to the past, to the third master who can keep the clouds calm and calm at any time.

He thought, let's just... let's break up, just break up like this. From now on, he will care about her life and who she is with. He doesn't want to be influenced by anyone anymore.

Now, Xin Ai is still her woman, and he wants her for the last time.

Xin Ai's resistance is useless, and she seems to have rarely succeeded in front of Jian Zechuan.

The pajamas on his body were torn and thrown on the ground, and the actions of the people on the sofa were extremely fierce. Jian Zechuan was crazier than ever tonight.

That kind of madness almost made Xin Ai suffocate.

During the whole process, his body seemed to be on fire, very much like the feeling when he woke up that morning after falling into the water, it could roast her and burn her.

Xin Ai and Jian Zechuan haven't been in close contact for a long time, their bodies are tightly pressed together, so fit, as if they belonged to each other from birth.

From the initial resistance to the forced catering, Xin Ai seemed to be born attached to him. Without his support, she would die at any time, as if she was in the rough sea, and she didn't want to be beaten into the endless deep sea by huge waves , you can only cling to him, you can only rely on him to live.

Xin Ai couldn't hear her own voice, her voice was all swallowed by him.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, one by one, falling into the black hair and disappearing.

Her body was ups and downs, and she couldn't see Jian Zechuan's face clearly through the tears in her eyes.

However, she could feel that he was not happy, that he was very angry...

Xin Ai didn't know when they moved from downstairs to upstairs. The communication between the two seemed to return to the time when they were just together at the beginning. They were only limited to the bed and never talked much.

Xin Ai didn't know how long Jian Zechuan would end, she was almost out of strength, the light in the bedroom was not turned on, the moonlight from outside the window came in, reflected on the floor and bed, like rippling water waves, it was a beautiful picture, and it complemented Looking at the charming room in the house, it is extraordinarily romantic.

Before closing her eyes, Xin Ai thought, in fact, it would be fine if it remained the same as before.

If you don't move, you won't get hurt.

No matter how long the road is, it has an end, and no matter how endlessly lingering, it also has an end.

After this intense and long lingering end, Jian Zechuan woke up from the wine, his eyes were bloodshot, but they were as cold as moonlight, the emotion and desire dissipated, leaving only a cold color.

Xin Ai was lying beside him, with long hair scattered all over her head. On her snow-white back, there were exquisite butterfly bones, so beautiful that people wanted to kiss them.

She was lying on her side, from Jian Zechuan's point of view, her round shoulders slowly descended to her waist, like undulating peaks, extremely beautiful, with Jian Zechuan's finger marks printed on her waist, red Yes, mottled, ambiguous and enchanting.

Jian Zechuan picked up Xin Ai's long hair with his hand, looked at it for a while, and put it down. He used to like to wrap her black hair around his fingers, but he didn't do it today.

When Xin Ai woke up, he saw Jian Zechuan smoking a cigarette. His fingers were long and slender, and they were even more beautiful than the hands of the pianists that Xin Ai saw, with distinct joints and roots like jade.

A man looks good, really, even smoking is so pleasing to the eye.

The smoke rose up, blurring his face, and Xin Ai could only see his cold eyes through the smoke.

In a daze, Xin Ai heard Jian Zechuan say: I'm tired.

This should be what Xin Ai wants to hear the most during this period of time. She doesn't want to be entangled like this. She doesn't want to share her man with another woman.

She also knew that she had no place in Jian Zechuan's heart, and that he didn't let her go was just a man's desire to possess and control.

She likes this man, but she doesn't want to lose the last bit of dignity.

Yes, I'm tired are the three words Xin Ai wanted to hear the most during this period of torment.

However, the moment they were clearly uttered from Jian Zechuan's mouth, Xin Ai realized that she...was far from accepting it deliberately and indifferently as she thought.

She still hurts, she still feels sad, she still feels sad, she still... wants to cry.

The pain in her heart was dense, and Xin Ai wanted to open her mouth to speak several times, but she couldn't speak. She seemed to have swallowed a heavy stone, which just couldn't get stuck in her throat. She tried hard to make a sound, but it seemed to be done all at once. dumb.

Suddenly there was an extra thing in front of her eyes, it was a check, Xin Ai saw the number on it, um, there were quite a few zeros, she seemed to be unable to count.