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Jing Cong drooped his face, looking a little unhappy, as if a small dark cloud was covering his head.

He raised his head in the next second, as if he wanted to prove something with all his strength, and said in a little haste: "But I only listened to a few words carefully, and then left. And I didn't intend not to tell you, I was thinking about it when I got home Then, tell you again."

After speaking, he lowered his head again.

Seeing Jing Cong's series of confessions, Jiang Ci's expression of loss, aggrieved but apprehensive, made his heart feel sore and soft, like a stick in his throat.

The two reached the floor where no lights were on.Jiang Ci rubbed his prickly hair, all his emotions were hidden in the darkness, and he said slowly: "Xiao Cong, Zhou Yan has nothing with me, he likes me, but today he just wants to have a complete divorce with me." Just clear."

"I know, I believe you," Jing Cong said in a low voice, "I just heard him say that you stopped calling him Xiaoyan and left."

Jiang Ci couldn't help laughing, while pressing the lovely person over, he hugged Huluhulumao.

The two hugged each other for a while, Eji moved away a little, and lifted the other's chin.

Jing Cong was forced to look up, and he could only see Jiang Ci's dark and reflective eyes through the light from the upper and lower windows of the corridor.

"No matter what kind of person you are, I only like you."

"Have I already said it many times? It doesn't matter if I say it a few more times."

This voice is very soft, very light, but it is so important.

most important.

Jing Cong didn't drink a drop of wine at the dinner table tonight, but he seemed a little drunk.The smell of Jiang Ci's body was all in his nostrils, the faint woody smell and the light alcohol smell mixed together, which was a bit refreshing.

Then, he felt Eji's kiss from top to bottom.This kiss was well-behaved, not mixed with too much lust, not lingering or intense, only full of solemnity, like a kind of expression and firmness.

Jing Cong tasted the residual alcohol on Jiang Ci's mouth, and seemed even more dizzy.

The two separated slightly, Jiang Ci chuckled and said, "This is in front of someone's house, it's not very good, let's go up and enter the house first."

Jing Cong was taken aback, and instantly woke up from the fake wine he drank, and followed Jiang Ci up the stairs and returned home a little depressed.

The door behind him closed with a "bang", and Jing Cong was pressed against the door by Jiang Ci.He stopped the exclamation in his heart, but the next move he expected was not carried out by the person on his body.

The two just came in and didn't have time to turn on the lights.Jing Cong looked at the person right in front of him, the faint scent of wood wine was still there.The two breaths were intertwined, and their faces were hot and wet.

He swallowed dryly, the sound of his heart beating couldn't be ignored, he leaned forward tremblingly and touched Jiang Ci's lips.

In the next second, Jiang Ci took the initiative, intensely hot and menacing.

I don't know how long it took before Jing Cong survived, leaning against the sofa panting.He felt that he was just about to be suffocated by Jiang Ci's kiss, although the whole process felt fine...

He tentatively asked, "Are you drunk?"

Jiang Ci turned on the light, took Jing Cong's hand and rubbed it once and for all, and said in a low voice, "Don't you know if I'm drunk or not?" Then he sighed, as if talking to himself: " Too pure is actually not good, alas.”

"Actually," Jing Cong looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, his ears were red and red, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "It's ok, you and I..."

Jiang Ci's eyelids twitched instantly, "What can I do?"

Seeing that Jing Cong didn't answer, as if he was depressed and shy, he knew that he must be right.

"At first, I didn't even know whether I liked men or women. Where did I know this?" Jiang Ci approached him and asked in a deep voice.

"Just, I searched it myself," Jing Cong stammered under the pressure of Jiang Ci's eyes, "During the meal, Jiang Qiao and the others said..."

Jiang Ci was as expected when he heard it, but he opened his mouth as if he was disciplining an adolescent child: "What did they say?"

I don't know who was sighing just now that it's not good to be too pure.

At the moment, Jing Cong still looks like a paralyzed face, but in fact, the color inside is already light and red, the corners of his eyes are drooping, and his lips are slightly pursed. In Jiangci's case, he basically wiped out the cold and hard person, and he can exit directly. The debt collection kind.