Jian Xining thought that after saying these words, Qin Zheng would continue what he was doing, but he just held her shoulders and placed a heavy kiss on her forehead. Then he stood up suddenly, jumped off the bed, and quickly walked out. door.

Jian Xining lay on the bed blankly. He left?

He just left?

What does he mean?

She felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't know whether she was frustrated or angry.

Maybe both.

Is she that unattractive?

They were all like this, the arrows were on the string, but he didn't fire them?

So, in his mind, she was nothing more than that, could she earn her own income?

But why does she feel like she can't hold it in any longer?

Why are you so lost now?

After getting angry, Jian Xining felt ashamed again. So, was she in such a hurry?

It's not that only women who have done that kind of thing will always want it. She has never done it before, in this life, but she was really looking forward to it just now.

She had obviously expected that and agreed to his marriage proposal, but he actually left.

She lay on the bed, sometimes sighing, sometimes shyly covering her face with the quilt.

Just when she had regained her composure, Qin Zheng came in again, with a cold air all over her body.

He stopped one meter away from the bed and called, "A Ning."

Jian Xi Ning's body froze, she poked her head out from under the quilt, and said softly, "Hmm."

"You go to bed early, when do you plan to come back tomorrow?" Qin Zheng asked again.

Jian Xining blinked, sat up again, lifted a corner of the quilt, and said, "Well, do you still want to come up?"

"I'd better sleep next door." Qin Zheng said.

Jian Xining bit her lower lip and asked, "Qin Zheng, am I particularly boring?"

Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Why do you ask like that?"

"Just now, we were like that just now, you, you can actually brake. Do you think I have no interest? Or, in fact, you don't like me much in your heart?" Jian Xining asked.

Qin Zheng sighed and said with a low smile: "Silly girl, what are you thinking about?"

"Why is that?" Jian Xining raised her head, with her big eyes open, looking eager for knowledge.

Qin Zheng swallowed and said, "I want to wait until we get married. Only in this way will I be responsible to you."

"Oh." Jian Xining reached out to him, "Well, then come over to the bed and we can chat for a while."

Qin Zheng sighed again, walked over, and stretched out his hand to Jian Xining's hand.

Jian Xining held his big hand. As soon as she touched his hand, she shrank back from the cold and looked at him with wide eyes, "Why is it so cold? Are you so cold? Why don't you come to bed quickly? I Keep you warm."

Qin Zheng said in a low voice: "Are you tempting me?"

Jian Xining shook her head hastily, "No, no, I was just afraid that you would be cold, so I asked you to come to the bed."

"Aren't you afraid that I will do something to you?" Qin Zheng's voice was deep and deep.

Jian Xining looked at him in surprise, "But you just said that you wanted to wait until you get married."

Qin Zheng chuckled, "Ah Ning, I am a normal man, with Wenxiang Nephrite by my side. Do you really think I can be undistracted? Are you overestimating me, or underestimating yourself?"

Jian Xining was stunned, rolled her eyes, and said, "But we were all like that just now, and you can control it. For a while, we won't do anything, just lie down together and hold hands. It's easier to control than that, right?"

Qin Zheng was really worn to death by this girl. He swallowed and said, "I almost couldn't control it just now, but I was afraid that I would hurt you, so I just went out and took a cold shower. Ah Ning , are you going to let me take a cold shower all night?"

Jian Xining opened her mouth, but in the end she just bit her lower lip. Her face turned red like a cooked shrimp. She was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Well, then go back to sleep and don't catch a cold."

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