Deliberately Contaminated

The interior is quiet.

Mingshuang's eyes widened, she almost wondered if her ears had misheard, or if Jiang Huai deliberately opened up in order to perfunctory her. Jiang Huai seldom showed any desires and emotions at ordinary times. He was angry, happy, depressed, none of them, and was as cold as a piece of ice that would not melt for ten thousand years.

Such an indifferent person.

Mingshuang calmed down and asked Jiang Huai, "What do you mean? If it's Ji Nian, I have nothing to do with him at all, but I've helped a little before."

It was the first time in her life that Mingshuang opened her mouth to explain this kind of thing to someone. As she explained, she was on fire in her heart, feeling that Jiang Huai didn't know what to do.

She is so good to him, even if she touches someone else's hand.

She doesn't know what Jiang Huai is thinking about her now, and she has been rejecting her anyway.

Then she can be considered a single person now, not with whomever she loves.

And if Jiang Huai is really with her in the future, she doesn't believe that Jiang Huai won't change his mind, men are all the same. He looks so good, probably because he is still a pure student now, who knows what will happen in the future.

But it's all a game.

She didn't like the feeling of being restrained, and she didn't think Jiang Huai would be someone who wanted to restrain others.

The room was so silent.

It was almost midnight, and the lights and barking outside had subsided. The old light bulbs in the living room suddenly flickered, and the handsome face of the young man in front of him seemed to be blurred. He lowered his eyes, still expressionless, just now. The emotions seem to have been completely veiled.

"It's me who's wrong." The young man's fine black hair hung down in front of his eyes.

At that moment, Mingshuang suddenly had an illusion, he seemed to be far away from her, and his eyes were full of emotions she couldn't understand.

"Go back," he said, his clear voice a little hoarse.

He put away the teacup.

Don't stay.

This is not the place for her to be, as dark and dirty as he is.

Before she could get away, leave him early.

The Ming family's car was parked downstairs, the lights were still on, creating a beam of light in the night.

Lin Chongzhi called her, the music played, Mingshuang didn't see it, and hung up, but Lin Chongzhi didn't give up, and called again soon.

Mingshuang was so annoyed that she picked up the phone, "I'm at my classmate's house."

"Yes, it's a female classmate with good grades... Ming Licheng's favorite kind of good girl with good character and study."

"She helped me make up lessons before, and now she comes to her house to play, thank you by the way." In front of Jiang Huai, the girl sat cross-legged on the sofa, lazily and smoothly making up nonsense, "You go now Well, I'll go back and call you tomorrow."

Lin Chongzhi guessed that he said something, and Mingshuang hung up the phone.

The sound of the car's motor started downstairs, and after a roar, the Ming family's car left.

Jiang Huai's expression didn't change. He looked at her with clear black eyes. His eyes were very clean, his eyes were very dark, and his eyes were dark and moist.

Mingshuang shrugged, "Why are you looking at me, do you want me to tell him that I spent the night at a man who lives alone?"

Jiang Huai froze.

"Call him back." The boy stood up and opened the curtains. The car has not gone far, can see the headlights.

"You want me to go back?" Mingshuang said, "It's raining outside, so you have the nerve to let me walk at night?"

The weather in the summer night in Tancheng changed rapidly, as if to match her words. Soon, it really rained without warning in the sky, and the rain fell on the window lattice, making a crisp sound.

"I quarreled with my dad today. They all went out to the banquet, and they probably won't go back at night." Mingshuang's voice suddenly became lower.

If you go back, you won't go back to Nanyuan Road.

The "family of three", under the leadership of Gu Wanning, should go to the new house to rest, spend the weekend night happily, and then have breakfast together the next day, loving father and mother, sensible and obedient daughter, perfect , without her more perfect.

Mingshuang rarely talks to others about her family's affairs, but Jiang Huai is no one else. In front of him, inexplicably, she seldom restrains herself. When she opens her mouth, words seem to flow naturally from her mouth.

Jiang Huai listened quietly.

The girl crossed her legs, Yubai's toes were tangled together, she put her pointed chin on her knee, and her whole body became more and more slender.

"Gu Zhizhi likes to rob me of everything, and it has been like this since he was a child."

"Because I'm not good, I'm not obedient, and my grades are not good." She sniffed, "Ming Licheng likes her more, even if I'm his own daughter."

Ming Licheng adopts competitive education. When he was a child, Mingshuang didn't pass Gu Zhizhi's exam, Ming Licheng gave Gu Zhizhi a prize to encourage him, and asked Mingshuang to stand aside and study her.

Gu Wanning smiled and took pictures of Gu Zhizhi and the certificate.

Mingshuang rushed up, dropped the certificate and prize, and was beaten by Ming Licheng.

"Jiang Huai, you said parents, why did you give birth to us?" she murmured, "Is it because you want us to repay."

Can someone in the world love her unconditionally? Maybe her mother could, but she had already been reduced to a handful of ashes under Jiuquan.

Let her be free to be a bird, a wisp of wind, okay?

The room was quiet, except for the sound of rain.

She was strong, no red eyes, no crying, just plain narration.

Jiang Huai didn't know the answer either.

Mingshuang suddenly widened her eyes when she felt the touch on her fingers.

Jiang Huai's hand was icy cold, it was the hand of a slender boy, it could completely wrap her hand; the touch of temperature in the night, I don't know if it came from his hand or from hers.

…

"Forget it, you don't need to comfort me." Finally, Mingshuang let go of her hand and sat back to her original position.

She knew Jiang Huai's quirks and knew that he didn't like to have physical contact with others, so there was no need to make him suffer.

Her fingers fell to her side, and the fingertips seemed to still have the touch of her fingers. Jiang Huai lowered her eyelashes and did not explain.

"And you're still angry with me." Mingshuang turned to him with big eyes, with a tone of condemnation, "I was about to go to bed, but lying on the bed, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I couldn't sleep, so I came to you."

"I've been studying all the time, and I haven't slept well during this time." Her grievance was revealed in her voice.

She yawned, and a deep sleepiness struck at this moment.

"Where are my shoes." Mingshuang looked left and right, she just tossed the pair of rabbit slippers, she didn't know where they went.

The legs suddenly lightened.

The boy's fingers were icy cold, with a gust of cold air, and before Ming Shuang could react, the slippers had already been put back on his feet.

The living room was dimly lit, so she couldn't see Jiang Huai's movements and expressions, but only saw a handsome silhouette.

Mingshuang blinked, her mood suddenly brightened.

"Where do I sleep at night?" she asked, and glanced at the sofa under her **** with a disgusting expression, "Will you not let me sleep here?"

The big bed in her house occupies half of the room, and she uses the highest-grade bedding, silk in summer, cotton wool in winter, and all kinds of plush dolls she likes. The servant will change it for her according to the solar terms. All kinds of incense and soothing incense.

For Miss Mingshuang, sleeping on the sofa is impossible in this life.

Jiang Huai was silent for a moment.

"Go to the hotel." He stood up and went to open the door.

"What are you doing, do you want to take me to open a room?" Mingshuang said casually, "No, brother, I'm only seventeen, you are breaking the law."

He stopped abruptly in his footsteps, Mingshuang only saw his back, and couldn't help snickering in his heart.

Mingshuang turned to look at him, and then looked at the bedroom with the door open.

"Then I'll try to sleep on your bed tonight." Mingshuang said, "You can sleep on the sofa."

Jiang Huai's bedroom was as clean and simple as anyone else's. When he was a child, Mingshuang had also been to Xu Tianbai's room, so he was not unfamiliar with boys' rooms.

"Jiang Huai, your room is different from others." Mingshuang looked around curiously.

"Xu Tianbai's room is full of aircraft models. Li Hengyuan has a room full of figurines." She compared Jiang Huai with them, "Brother Lu's is the cleanest, and there are books in it."

Jiang Huai's house does not show many traces of life, there are a few books on the desk, and the bed and quilt are neatly folded, perhaps because he spends most of the time in accommodation.

The young man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Mingshuang, "Oh, are you angry again and think I compare you to others?"

Jiang Huai said lightly, "No."

"They are different from you." Mingshuang said, but did not continue to explain the sentence.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Jiang Huai taking away the quilt, she seemed to be about to change the quilt and sheets.

"Get a new one," he said.

"No." Mingshuang frowned in disgust, "You don't live in this house anymore, and the quilts taken out from the cabinets are probably all gray."

She's used to being soft and hard. He took Bai Nen's feet and kicked his long legs, neither light nor heavy, then raised his face slightly, and said in that sweet and sultry tone, "Jiang Huai, okay."

Jiang Huai was still a teenager after all, two months and eighteen. She has a set of skillful ways to deal with boys, and she is familiar with him.

she knows. He would always give in and let her do the wrong thing.

But this time, he didn't move. After a while, he only spit out one word, "Dirty."

The quilt and bed he slept on.

"You said I was dirty?" Mingshuang couldn't believe it.

"..." His voice was hoarse, "I used it."

The boy's tone was calm, and his clean and beautiful black eyes looked straight at her. This self-deprecating remark came out of his mouth, it seemed to be very common, and his tone did not fluctuate.

"It's okay, I'm not like you, I don't dislike you." The eldest lady said proudly, "And you are very sweet to Jiang Huai."

Mingshuang had already bypassed him, climbed onto the bed, covered the quilt, and a small head came out of the quilt. She sniffed the quilt generously and said to him, "You know what?"

"It smells the same as you." She tilted her head and smiled at him.

…

The lights in the room went out. Mingshuang must have been really tired, breathing evenly, and soon fell asleep to the accompaniment of the rain.

The living room is pitch black.

The teenager was sitting on the sofa, the headache seemed to be less severe than before, there was only one wall separated, and he was not sleepy at all.

The clear black eyes are misty, and the face is slightly red.

The last scene was repeatedly imprinted in my mind.

Her long hair was wrapped around her fair neck, and her whole body looked even smaller, wrapped in his quilt.

…

Jiang's house.

The cold rain outside the house did not affect the mansion at all.

Gongs and chips are staggered, feasting and feasting, and everyone is well-dressed.

Lu Cuo was in a suit, but his handsome face didn't look very good. He frowned slightly and looked down at his phone.

Mingshuang didn't come. I didn't answer the phone, I just said something happened, and I didn't say where I went.

Lu Cuo knew that she didn't like to be questioned to the bottom of things. Too many questions and too much management would only make Ming Shuang irritable.

It was the first time for Gu Zhizhi to attend such a banquet. She was wearing the little dress that Gu Wanning gave her, and following behind Gu Wanning and Ming Licheng, people kept greeting them, greeting her, and complimenting her on her beauty.

They are all celebrities in Tancheng, and everyone's title is a figure that can be put on the table.

Someone clinks glasses with Ming Licheng and smiles at her, "This is your daughter? It's really good, and it's heartbreaking to see."

Gu Zhizhi said nothing. Gu Wanning coughed lightly, Ming Licheng just smiled, "Yes, that's fine."

"Isn't it?" the man said, "I'm sorry, I don't know your daughter, it's a joke now."

"She's not feeling well." Ming Licheng smiled, "I can't come this time, I'll bring her here next time."

I don't know if it was Gu Zhizhi's illusion. She seemed to be knocked back to her original shape from the cloud, but she felt like a light on her back, and the enthusiastic eyes around her before seemed to have subsided.

Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't say what it was like.

Jiang family mansion.

Jiang Qianzhang had a gloomy face and locked himself in the study.

"Qianzhang, come out." Bai Qing knocked on the door outside, Jiang Qianzhang was stubborn and didn't open the door, she said to the helper behind her, "Go, go and call Hong Fu over, if he doesn't come out again, ask him to come and smash the door already."

The maid was overwhelmed.

Jiang Qianzhang knew that Bai Qing could do what he said. A few minutes later, the sullen-faced teenager slammed the door open and slammed it.

"What kind of face are you giving me?" Bai Qing didn't give face to her son. "What do you mean, don't give me face in front of the whole family? Young master Jiang."

The Jiang family's situation is complicated. Jiang Chengmo's son was born with polio and is a crippled and gloomy man. The third and fourth are married, and the next generation has only a healthy child, Jiang Qianzhang, the only son of the second-eldest Jiang Chengting.

Therefore, in the Jiang family, it can be said that he is calling for wind and rain, and he has grown up with Jiang Qianzhang's personality since he was a child.

Bai Qing sometimes regrets that she is used to her son being too arrogant.

"I'm not feeling well." Jiang Qianzhang said stiffly.

"Uncomfortable? Just slammed the door and you still have the strength." Bai Qing sneered, "Otherwise I will call your dad over and ask him to show you your body?"

When Jiang Qianzhang heard Jiang Chengting's name, he still trembled subconsciously, and his previous arrogant appearance was put away.

He followed Bai Qing, walked through the corridor, and suddenly said, "Didn't you agree to invite the Ming family."

"Why didn't she come?" He reluctantly pulled the words out of his mouth.

Don't even say the name.

Bai Qing smiled and pressed her finger on her son's shoulder, "You're just as good as you can get."

"I asked you and said it was Shuangshuang who was not feeling well," she said, "otherwise she would definitely come."

The boy's eyes brightened, and he asked again, "Why is she uncomfortable?"

"Is there no doctor in the Ming family? It's up to you to take care of the discomfort."

Seeing Jiang Qianzhang getting discouraged again, Bai Qing pursed her lips and smiled.

Known child Moruomu.

Jiang Qianzhang was so careful, she couldn't see it.

The little girl from the Ming family has a bit of a saucy personality. However, she searched all over Tancheng and said that in terms of family and appearance, there are indeed few who can match her peers.

...

"Jiang Huai...you smell so good." The girl's delicate voice got closer and closer.

Then, the soft arms...

The sunlight leaking through the cracks in the window hurt his eyes. The boy suddenly opened his eyes and came out of the dream, dripping with sweat.

He sat quietly for a while.

At 7:30 in the morning, his biological clock woke him up on time.

The bedroom door was still closed, and Mingshuang hadn't woken up yet.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. He took a shower, washed up, and went out.

When Mingshuang woke up, she habitually looked at her phone and the text messages sent by a few friends. It was interspersed with Li Hengyuan and Xu Tianbai's apology for yesterday's time.

Another one is from Lu Cuo.

—【Fifteen, why didn’t you come to the Jiang family banquet yesterday? 】

Sure enough, there was no phone call from Ming Licheng.

Mingshuang glanced at random, but didn't reply. She sat up from the bed and stretched.

After changing her clothes and shoes, she pushed open the door and went out, "Jiang Huai?"

Then saw the items hanging on the door.

When I opened it, it was a new toothbrush and towel, all of which had been disinfected.

Ming Cream went to wash up, yawning. In the mirror, the girl's cheeks were white, and her hair was naturally curly. At this moment, it was like seaweed, casually draped over her shoulders, surrounded by a small white and pointed face, which looked extra playful.

She packed up and went to find Jiang Huai.

Walking into the living room, he happened to push the door in.

"Aren't you asleep?" Mingshuang blinked and looked up at him.

Sure enough, he was such a tall boy that sleeping on the sofa was still uncomfortable.

Jiang Huai glanced at her, "No."

"Jiang Huai, where are your parents." During the day, Mingshuang looked around and realized that this house was really the trace of him living alone.

"Dead." He said lightly.

Mingshuang was stunned for a few seconds, she really didn't know how to comfort people, and Jiang Huai didn't seem to need her comfort, so she had to turn the topic around.

Mingshuang sat happily in the living room eating breakfast bought by Jiang Huai, dangling her legs.

"Your bed is so hard, I didn't sleep well yesterday." She complained while eating, "My waist hurts."

"Doesn't your waist hurt when you sleep on such a hard bed every day?" She turned her gaze around the boy's waist, a little malicious.

When they first met, she was greedy for Jiang Huai's waist.

Slim waist and long legs, coupled with that cold beauty. It's a pity he usually wraps up too tightly.

Jiang Huai was expressionless, and reached out to straighten her head.

She has extremely high demands on sleeping conditions. When traveling outside, Xu Duanduan was once teased as a woman who needs to walk with a quilt on her back.

But I didn't expect that, yesterday I slept surprisingly well and fragrantly.

Jiang Huai packed the table, and Mingshuang asked him, "What are your plans for today?"

He was about to speak, a tingling in his temple.

The teenager covered his forehead, and after the pain passed, he saw Mingshuang's face approaching, looking at him with big clear eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Mingshuang asked.

It seemed that something was wrong with him some time ago. She was thin, her complexion was pale now, and her lips had faded—she was suddenly a little uneasy in Schrödinger's little conscience, wondering if he shouldn't have let him sleep on the sofa yesterday.

"Is it because of sleeping on the sofa?" Mingshuang felt a little guilty.

Jiang Huai shook his head, "No, it's fine."

The voices were muted.

"Go to the hospital to see." Mingshuang put down her chopsticks, "what if I have an emergency."

"Need not."

"You can't go." Mingshuang also became stubborn, "If you don't go, I'll call 120."

She took out her phone and was held down by Jiang Huai. He was so much taller than her, and when they were so close, Mingshuang could really feel it. From yesterday, Jiang Huai's hand could completely wrap her hand, and she slowly felt this fact.

Jiang Huai is a man.

It is also much taller than her, and her arms and palms can completely wrap her - but he is unwilling to do so.

He has let go.

"If you don't go, I'll call if you don't go." Mingshuang waved her phone.

Jiang Huai, "…"

The nearest hospital to this neighborhood is the No. 3 Tanju Hospital.

Jiang Huai would not let her in.

Mingshuang was bored and waited outside the gate, watching stray cats run past the flower bed, and couldn't help but follow him, and stopped by the nearby square to feed the pigeons. The pigeon food seller was a young man about her age, called Xia Zhe. It was said that he came to work and study after the college entrance examination. Mingshuang asked him to buy some pigeon food and played in the square with great interest.

…

Dr. Li looked at the boy opposite.

"Nervous headache." Dr. Li said, "It is caused by excessive stress. You should try to stay up late as much as possible in the future, and don't make yourself too tired. Excessive depression will make the symptoms worse."

"Where's your family?" He saw that the boy was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he should still be the age of a high school student.

"I didn't come here," he said.

"Tell me." The young man said lightly, "I can do it myself."

…

"Everyone said don't feed stray cats." Mingshuang said to Xia Zhe, "but it looks so pitiful that it has no mother."

"I want to find someone to adopt it." She called Lin Chongzhi.

The cat was dirty, but Mingshuang didn't dislike it. After feeding the pigeons, he squatted there and started feeding the cat again, talking to people.

Lin Chongzhi answered the phone and was surprised to hear that she was in the hospital.

"...Not me, accompany others to the hospital." Mingshuang finally became impatient, "Can you stop talking like an old mother?"

Lin Chongzhi finally stopped talking.

Mingshuang hung up the phone and remembered that she had accompanied Jiang Huai to the hospital.

She turned her head and was about to find Jiang Huai. Xia Zhe patted her shoulder, and when Mingshuang turned her head, she saw Jiang Huai.

He didn't know when he came out, and was standing not far away, looking at her and Xia Zhe, the hand he put on her shoulder.

Mingshuang, "..." She felt a little guilty for some reason.

However, she quickly shook her head to throw the thought away.

He is used to it. He is not one of hers.

"Should I go buy medicine for you next?" Ming's family has a private doctor, and Mingshuang's health has been good since she was a child. The first time she came to the hospital, she looked around and felt very fresh.

"It's already bought." Jiang Huai said.

Mingshuang thought for a while, "Then what do you want to eat and drink, I will buy it for you."

"Need not."

"What's the doctor's order, is it serious?"

"Nothing serious."

Mingshuang was unhappy and stopped, "Jiang Huai, what are you doing?"

The boy's dark and beautiful eyes looked at her, still so quiet.

After a while, she disappeared. Then, he saw her happily crouching on the ground, teasing the cat with a strange boy.

Mingshuang pouted, "But, I want to take care of you."

Jiang Huai stopped.

She looked up at him, her voice sweet, "Aren't your parents gone?"

She doesn't even know when she died.

"What else do you need me to do?" Before breakfast was over, Mingshuang smelled the aroma of the surrounding roadside stalls, and now her stomach began to growl again.

When passing a wonton stand, she looked and looked, then turned to ask Jiang Huai, "Jiang Huai, are you hungry?"

The boy was silent for a while, then said softly, "Mm."

"Then eat here." Mingshuang was happy, "Come, I'll accompany you."

She found a seat, asked the boss for water, and handed it to Jiang Huai as a credit, "Now take today's medicine."

He drinks water. Mingshuang sat opposite, holding her cheeks, her eyes sparkling, watching Jiang Huai drink water.

His fingers were a little stiff, and she was looking at him.

Mingshuang seemed to like to stare at him all the time. Until now, he has not been completely used to it.

After taking the medicine, Jiang Huai's condition seemed to be significantly better, and his blood had recovered.

Mingshuang was very proud and thought it was all her own credit.

She twittered and talked to him.

I don't know why, knowing that Jiang Huai's parents have passed away, and seeing the environment in which he lives, Mingshuang feels that his mood towards him seems to have changed a bit.

Perhaps it was because he felt that he had the same disease as him, or perhaps it was for some other reason.

After a long time, Xu Duanduan summed up this emotion and summed it up in one sentence - [Don't feel bad for men. 】

Whether true or false.

The summer vacation has begun, the sun is shining, and the surrounding people are full of people. Jiang Huai heated her chopsticks, and Mingshuang couldn't wait to start eating wontons.

She has eaten many five-star restaurants, but she is always obsessed with the taste of roadside stalls.

Jiang Huai didn't eat much and waited quietly for her to finish.

He was wearing white clothes and black trousers, with a slender figure, pale and beautiful face, and was very eye-catching even in the crowd.

Suddenly, a man stopped beside their table.

It was a tall, fat man in his twenties, holding a woman with dyed yellow hair.

"Jiang Huai?" The man opened his mouth and called his name.

Mingshuang looked back, looked at Jiang Huai again, and blinked, "You know him?"

The car repair shop where Yi Kang works is nearby. Today is a holiday, and he went shopping with his girlfriend, but unexpectedly met Jiang Huai.

"Are you Jiang Huai's girlfriend?" he asked Mingshuang.

I don't know if it's because he's too ugly, or because of this sticky sight, Mingshuang feels a little sick.

Jiang Huai had already covered her behind his back to prevent him from seeing her, and said lightly, "No."

"Oh." Yi Kang had nothing to say. "My dad misses you a lot. When will I go back and have a look."

Jiang Huai did not speak. Yi Kang asked himself for boredom, said that he would see you next time, and left with Wang Fangqing.

"This is what you said before..." Wang Fangqing looked back a few times, not knowing how to describe it.

Because in the previous description of Yi Kang, it was a small bastard.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Zhen was such a tall, thin and beautiful teenager, she couldn't help but glanced at Yi Kang's face a few times, "Is it really your relative?"

"His grandma's." Yi Kang spit on the road next to him, "What's the use of being good-looking, can it be eaten as a meal."

"I don't know which dirty **** I have with a wild man." Yi Kang said, "I can't get rid of it. I'll give it to you. Do you want it?"

Wang Fangqing giggled, "It's okay to look good." Who said good looks can't be eaten as food?

"That little sister looks very rich." Wang Fangqing said, "She's pretty."

The two walked away.

Mingshuang blinked, continued eating wontons, and said to Jiang Huai, "What did you just stop me?"

The boy's tense body eased slightly, and he sat back in his seat with cold fingers.

"He won't eat me." Mingshuang began to babble again, "Just look at it a few times, do you still want to make a cage and lock me up so that no one can see it?"

The young man lowered his eyelashes, and when he heard this, he raised his eyes and took a deep look at her, quietly, without saying a word.

Mingshuang ate a few mouthfuls of rice. Seeing Jiang Huai not eating, sitting there, writing something, with his eyes down, he was like a very seductive, good-natured student.

As soon as Mingshuang saw Jiang Huai like this, she couldn't help but want to provoke him.

"I want to eat yours, yours looks better." She kicked Jiang Huai's legs under the table, and then went to scoop Jiang Huai's wontons.

After eating, Lin Chongzhi called Mingshuang, saying that the cat had been settled, and asked whether Mingshuang would return.

Mingshuang, "Don't come, I'll go back by myself later."

After hanging up the phone, she blinked again and said to the young man behind her, "Jiang Huai, you should take me home."

"You shouldn't have the heart to let me go back alone," the girl muttered.

"I chatted with you yesterday, and I'll accompany you to the hospital today." Mingshuang snapped her fingers, counting the things she had done for him, she felt extra confident, "I am so good to you, you should at least send I'll go home."

Jiang Huai'an was quiet, waiting for her to finish the call.

"Are you going to default on your debt?" Mingshuang was unhappy, "Am I being bad to you?"

"Okay." He said, his black eyes were pure and pure, and he looked down at her.

Instead, Mingshuang choked, "Okay, then you have to take me home."

"Stop. I don't want to take a taxi." Seeing that he had taken the phone, Mingshuang rushed over and grabbed his hand holding the phone.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Huai was completely unprepared for her.

He was standing beside the sofa, and Mingshuang rushed over from the coffee table. She tried so hard, Jiang Huai was unprepared, and was pushed down by her. After that, her vision was completely reversed.

The two kept this posture and fell towards the sofa, and she pressed Jiang Huai under her body.

The whole world fell silent.

For the first time, Mingshuang looked at Jiang Huai's face so closely.

Once again, I sighed in my heart, it is really a beautiful face with no dead ends.

Long eyelashes, delicious and attractive lips and a delicate nose bridge, and even every inch of color is just right.

However, his expression was always too cold on weekdays.

Jiang Huai had already reacted quickly, her Adam's apple slid up and down, and sure enough, she was about to push her away immediately to get up.

But Mingshuang's hands propped up on both sides of the sofa, preventing him from getting up.

If he didn't touch her, he couldn't get up at all.

The two of them didn't have any contact, so they just pressed it vainly, Jiang Huai's fingers fell on the side of the sofa, and he could completely flick her away as long as he used force.

She breathed lightly, her eyes bright and deep.

"Jiang Huai, in the future, let me hurt you, okay?" She got close, with a girly sweetness, her voice innocent and sweet, "I'll be nice to you."

The author says:

Xiaohuai who was slammed (?) by the wall

Well, in order to celebrate entering v, red envelopes are dropped in the comment area~~

—