The president is committing suicide

Shen Cong has a great figure, the type that looks slim when dressed and seductive when undressed.

Ding Jiaying soaked in the water, looking at the man who was covered in a hazy soft light by the light, her eyes gazing from top to bottom.

He walked into the water step by step, pushing aside the steaming waves on the surface and walked towards her.

The thrust of the water pushed Ding Jiaying, who was originally leaning against the edge of the pool, away from the wall, and her heart was swaying as she shook.

I felt a slight chill on my lips, and when I lowered my head, a bright red strawberry was waiting for me.

Shen Cong's eyes were so gentle that she couldn't bear to refuse. She opened her mouth, and the rich juice, fresh and sour and sweet, burst out on the tip of her tongue and spread throughout her mouth. Even the breath from her nose had this tempting taste.

Her expression was a compliment to Shen Cong, and he fed her another one when her eyebrows curved.

"Delicious." The moment Ding Jiaying was healed by the delicious food and warm water, she quickly kissed Shen Cong on the cheek.

Shen Cong's eyebrows relaxed: "Are you feeling better?"

"Did you bring me out here specially to relax? That's quite special." Ding Jiaying took some fruit from the tray he was holding and ate it.

His eyes were deep as he gently wiped away the remaining juice from the corner of her mouth with his fingers: "I read a news report that a study showed that eating oranges while taking a bath in the bathroom would bring a kind of happiness in the genes of atavism, just like monkeys returning to the rain forest. I think eating fruit in a hot spring should be the same."

"What did you say?" There are people who believe such outrageous research. Ding Jiaying pointed at Shen Cong while holding back her laughter.

He spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "It seems to be working well."

Ding Jiaying looked into his eyes and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Then you should try it too."

She put a slice of orange into his mouth and looked at him with a smile: "How is it?"

Shen Cong shook his head: "Not very good."

"Are you jealous? The research you read wasn't very rigorous." She smiled proudly.

"Maybe it would be better if I eat what you just ate." He still wanted to save his face.

Ding Jiaying took a strawberry in her hand and said, "Come here and I'll give it to you."

When Shen Cong approached, suddenly a splash of hot water was splashed all over his face.

Wiping the water off her face, she giggled, "Come and get it again."

"Playing tricks." He chased her and ran away.

How can short legs outrun long legs?

The water in the pool was rippling and Ding Jiaying was trapped in the corner, unable to move.

"Here, here. It's just a strawberry, why take it so seriously?" She raised her hands in surrender and handed the strawberry in her hand to his mouth.

Shen Cong grabbed her hand and ate the tempting red on her fingertips in one bite. He swept his tongue across her fingertips to clean up the red juice squeezed out.

"Is it okay?" Ding Jiaying's face was hot, but fortunately it was dark at night and she couldn't see clearly under the light.

"Not enough. It doesn't taste right. I want to try the flavor you're eating."

"That's it." She looked at him puzzledly, wondering whether she should get him another one.

"wrong."

He was getting closer and closer, and by the time she realized something was wrong, her lips and teeth were filled with his breath. A big hand took the opportunity to wrap around her waist, and she fell into a dizzying torrent.

The lingering kiss also had the power to shock one's mind. When Ding Jiaying ended the kiss gasping for breath, she had no strength to fight back. She could only nestle in his arms, leaning on him to prevent herself from slipping into the water.

Fortunately, Shen Cong still knew how to restrain himself. Although he teased her for a while, he did not take any further action.

"I don't do anything, I just want to be with you."

His words were very sincere, so this does not include what he just did, right?

However, she was still very grateful that he took care of her current mood.

Her father was still in the hospital, and she didn't feel very relaxed facing such a thing.

But this is my own business and it shouldn't affect him.

She doesn’t know whether the real Ding Jiaying would be more relaxed when facing these things when she is 27 years old. The current Ding Jiaying cannot pretend that nothing happened.

The two of them were only wearing swimsuits. In fact, many people often don't wear anything in such private baths. They looked quite conservative.

The warmth of their skin against each other and the afterglow of their breathing made it impossible for the two of them to act as they usually did.

Although the two of them had not undressed in the strict sense, Ding Jiaying had already noticed that there was something behind her that was gradually getting bigger and harder against her waist.

She dared not move, and looked at Shen Cong with wet eyes.

"Don't look at me like that."

"what?"

She didn't understand that this was temptation, this was permission.

But reason told him that this was not what she wanted right now.

He took her hand and put it under the water: "Go back to the room. Otherwise..."

Ding Jiaying's face temperature rose sharply, and she almost ran away without even bothering to wrap herself in a robe.

I don't know why, but I find her cute when she's so flustered. Shen Cong held his forehead and chuckled, thinking it was all his own fault.

When the mist in the bathroom dissipated, Ding Jiaying tidied herself up and came out, wrapped tightly in a bathrobe.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows danced, the door was not closed, and the wind blew through the courtyard, finally making me feel a little cooler. Suddenly, the wind brought some broken sounds to my ears, like panting or sobbing.

Ding Jiaying stopped in her tracks. In an instant, she seemed to understand something. She turned around and left her window seat without wasting a second.

After a long time, the sound of gravel on the path was heard.

Shen Cong was wrapped in a bathrobe, the heat from his body had not yet dissipated, and the blush on his face had not yet faded.

Everything seemed normal, but Ding Jiaying smelled a familiar scent of heather at the tip of her nose.

She turned her face away.

"I'm going to take a shower." Shen Cong understood.

The sound of water in the bathroom was heard, and Ding Jiaying seemed to relax a little. She opened her shoulders, lay on the sofa, and stroked her fingers back and forth on the leather backrest.

It is indeed a good thing to divert attention. Just now, my mind was constantly thinking about this thing and I couldn't think about that thing anymore. One emotion covered another emotion, which erased some of the excessive worries.

After taking a shower, Shen Cong consciously dressed himself up to cover his nakedness. He even wore his bathrobe properly, unlike just now when large areas of skin were exposed.

Someone was walking towards this side, and Ding Jiaying licked her lips in a cowardly manner.

"Don't think too much tonight. It's quiet here. Have a good sleep. I'm the only one with you." Shen Cong sat down next to Ding Jiaying and stroked her hair lovingly.

The cool fingers made Ding Jiaying's hot skin feel very comfortable, and she couldn't help but put her face against them.

"Why do you feel so comfortable and cool?"

Are all the cold handsome guys and cold beautiful girls like this?

"I took a cold shower." Shen Cong gave her an icy kiss on the face.

Ding Jiaying sat up suddenly: "You are crazy. You just took a cold shower after taking a hot spring bath."

"It's okay. I'm too hot and can't cool down by myself." Shen Cong said with a hidden meaning, pretending to be innocent, "I'm in good health. I often took cold showers before, so there's no problem."

Ding Jiaying felt warm inside, and she felt distressed, loved, and guilty: "Thank you, baby."