social animal love rule

It seemed that it was unexpected, but it seemed to be expected, such a scene.

In the morning, I slowly opened my eyes, and my slow sober mind seemed to be clamoring for fatigue and resistance to the working day. However, what caught my eyes was an unfamiliar decoration.

The snow-white ceiling, the soft bedding, and the soft and warm body temperature on the side.

Jianren Nanami turned his gaze to Mao ZeAsuka's face.

The light flaxen long curly hair was scattered on the pillow softly, and the face covered by the messy hair was breathing smoothly, as if still in a deep sleep.

Just like the name Maoze Asuka, the small face, pointed chin, and now closed round and upturned eyes are all small and mysterious like a cat, with long, curly light-colored hair It is as soft as melting, like the feathers of a baby bird.

If you want to ask him how he knows, of course it's because he only touched it last night, and because of this unique feel, he can touch it all in one go.

Looking at Mao Ze who was still deeply buried in the quilt beside him, the small face that was almost integrated with the snow-white duvet was half covered under the quilt, breathing slightly undulating, just like someone he had seen snoring before. The kitten, with its long light-colored eyelashes fluttering with its breath, is comfortable and at ease, without any worries.

Just looking at this innocent and pure face, it looks like a minor.

Of course, this is on the premise that she closes her cat's eyes that seem to have fine hooks.

Jianren Qihai put his hands on his forehead and let out a long sigh in his heart.

If she is guilty, please let the law punish her instead of being in such an embarrassing situation.

Maoze Asuka didn't even dare to breathe, she closed her eyes tightly and curled up under the blanket, pretending to be dead, her heart was beating fast, and she was uneasy.

She could feel that Jianren Qihai's gaze was still on her face.

When are you going to see it?

She wished she could disappear into the quilt, but at this moment the soft quilt was like a hot iron plate. She felt as if she was being tortured by a soldering iron, but she could only resist being motionless.

Help……

Fortunately, Jianren Qihai didn't keep watching. When Asuka Maozawa was about to lose his hold, he finally looked away.

Not daring to open her eyes, Maoze Asuka secretly clenched her fingers, listening to the rustling sounds beside her, knowing that it was not an option to lie down like this, but she didn't know how to react, so she could only remain stiff. with the status quo.

The people around him sat up slowly, and the quilt they were covering together, with his movements, Mao ZeAsuka also raised a corner slightly.

The air-conditioning swished into the hot quilt, and she couldn't help shivering.

Jianren Qihai's movements stopped, and Asuka Maozawa stiffened her body, not daring to make any more movement. She didn't know what Qihai was thinking, so she could only secretly beg him to look away quickly.

Why pretend to be asleep?It's like digging a hole for yourself!What to do now?Just now I greeted Mr. Qihai naturally, and then sat up, isn't it better, subconsciously...

After she was drunk, where did she have the courage to push Mr. Qihai forcefully? She scratched her head and couldn't figure it out. Maybe it's just like what her friends said about her. Can't understand.

Some people have said that it is impossible for a person to step into the same river twice in a lifetime, and she is already qualitatively different from her yesterday night.

The she of last night is already the her of yesterday, and has nothing to do with her of today. In other words, the her of yesterday is dead, so she is not responsible for the actions of her of yesterday.And she's drunk, her drunken actions are out of her control!Although it was her who moved first, she kissed first, and she pulled Mr. Qihai's tie first...

However, Mr. Qihai didn't push it away, it's not her fault!In terms of responsibility, it should be divided equally. In short, she is not a crime... right?

After comforting himself for a while like this, the guilty conscience in Mao ZeAsuka's heart gradually disappeared, and he gradually became more righteous.

Yes, I don't blame her for this matter, she is indeed responsible, but she can't blame her all, no matter what Qihai says, he is a man taller than her by more than a head, it is easy to push her away.

This way she doesn't have to feel any guilt about her actions.

However, how dare she throw these words directly in Mr. Qihai's face?

Imagine that she sat up directly, on the bed in the hotel, facing Mr. Nanami's gaze, raised her face coldly with her chest folded, and said to him, "I don't care about what happened last night, so forget it too. , anyway, if you like me, just pretend it never happened."

Well, that's good, but she doesn't have the guts at all.

Just letting her look at Mr. Shang Qihai made her want to die on the spot.

It has long been heard that Jianren Qihai has foreign blood, and traces of mixed blood can be easily seen from his appearance. His pale skin and high nose bridge all carry the shadow of a particularly conspicuous Caucasian race.

What impresses Asuka Maozawa most is his eyes, typical European bones, slightly sunken eye sockets, slender eyes, light golden eyelashes similar to hair color, and light amber eyeballs.

Obviously, the golden color like the sun is a bright color, but for some reason, there is an inexplicable coldness on his body. Asuka Maoze thinks about it carefully, and can only think that Jianren Nanami's hair color is not pure Gold, with a hint of silver gray.

This impure, low-saturated golden color is not warm, but like him, has a cold metallic feel.

The coldness brought by cool colors makes people feel indifferent more easily, just like the eyeballs under his eyelashes, and also like the light amber ferromagnetic.

In Mao ZeAsuka's view, Nanami Kento's eyes always have the indifference of rejecting people thousands of miles away, the restraint of an adult who deliberately keeps a distance, as well as the silent rejection and the silence that seems to see through everything.

Facing this kind of gaze, it was like dreaming back to her student days. Facing the dean's gaze, she dared not speak up, she dared not even take a breath.

She respected that she was a man last night, and she dared to tiptoe and kiss his eyes when she was watched by such eyes.