Days dominated by wife-watching demons

For example, after skipping class, when she returned home and was caught by her parents, An Jing felt even more uneasy.

She originally thought that after such a thing happened, Ge Zijie would hate herself even after she made that willful request.

But the way she looks at her now is no different from usual, she is still so focused, but the emotion in those deep eyes is becoming more and more elusive.

"Director."

"En." Ge Zijie nodded to her, his expression still indifferent, and he didn't seem to have the so-called low pressure that Song Fan said.

An Jing stood in front of the mirror and practiced singing and dancing to the music with a few people. Maybe it was because she cared too much about the people behind her. The movements that she could not do wrong with her eyes closed in the past have become extremely strange today.

She was just being watched, but An Jing felt that the raised arms and kicked legs seemed to be no longer her own, completely uncontrollable.

In the past, An Jing was most familiar with the feeling of being watched, and she had already learned to put on a mask to deal with it calmly, but the so-called camouflage became vulnerable at this time, just because the gaze came from that person, always with a scorching temperature The almost fatal focus made An Jing feel that she even wanted to shrink her fingers. Ge Zijie, who was standing upright against the wall, was keen to use this method to stir up one vortex after another in An Jing's unstable emotions.

He didn't even dare to look directly at himself in the mirror, because then his attention would fly towards that slender figure purposefully, as if he had grown wings.

Wanting to know Ge Zijie's thoughts, but afraid of touching taboos, the dilemma made An Jing at a loss.

Seeing An Jing waving her arms absent-mindedly and almost tripping over her own feet when she was in the wrong formation for the fourth time, Xi Ge sighed and stepped forward to turn off the music.

"An Jing, you are not in good shape today, go back and rest first."

An Jing raised her head, and found that everyone in the room was focused on her. Such staring made her flustered, as if her body had become transparent, and everything contained in it had been seen.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head guiltily, apologizing for her mistakes, "I'm going to debut on stage soon, and I still made mistakes."

It has never happened before, when she can't control her emotions like this, the control of her brain can't play a decisive role in her body, which makes An Jing feel restless.

"I don't doubt your ability." Xi Ge patted her on the shoulder, and said the following words lightly: "If you have a problem, solve it as soon as possible, don't wait until it becomes a mess, and you don't know the problem in the end what is the reason."

An Jing knew the cause of the problem, but she couldn't solve it.

Public opinion is fatal to both parties in this circle. She cannot smear Ge Zijie's image because of her own willfulness, nor can she destroy AXSY, a work that incorporates her painstaking efforts.

An Jing thought, perhaps this is the reason, for Ge Zijie, she is an excellent "work", that's why she has opened up so many permissions to herself, and can tolerate her own willfulness.

"boarding."

This was the first conversation between the two after breakfast. After finishing the training, An Jing came out behind Ge Zijie for some reason, as if... her body had formed a habit.

She obviously just wanted to go over and tell Ge Zijie that she could go home by herself, but when she met those light-colored eyes that seemed to know everything, all the prepared words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them.

After that, the two had no more conversations, and a suffocating silence surrounded them. In the past, Ge Zijie didn't talk much. Usually, An Jing took the initiative to speak. She was reading the newspaper, and An Jing was quietly reading a book, and she was browsing the news on the web. , An Jing moved to the side to watch together, the time in the car was a rare break for the two of them, so they were always in a very relaxed state.

It's just... An Jing looked at Ge Zijie's lightly knocked eyelids, her tense expression was like an iron wall, blocking all approaches.

An Jing opened her mouth, wanting to apologize, but remembered what Ge Zijie said in the morning.

' Don't let me hear the same apology a second time. '

Until the car drove into the range of the villa, neither of them said a word.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" After entering the door, Ge Zijie, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke out, his voice was unreasonably low.

This kind of question is the most deadly. I don't know what is the reason for Ge Zijie's bad mood. An Jing is like a trapped animal thinking that nothing is appropriate in her mind.

"I should have told you when I asked for leave at noon, but I couldn't tell you first, I'm sorry." After all, Song Fan said that Ge Zijie asked her about her leave at the meeting, so starting from this topic to explain, there should be no mistakes .

Ge Zijie unbuttoned his coat, hung it on the hanger at the entrance, rolled up the sleeves of the sweater to reveal a slender arm, she reached out and pulled the scarf around An Jing's neck, "Who's it?"

All the clothes in An Jing's closet were handpicked by her. It is impossible not to remember this strange scarf, such a fancy style, it is impossible for her to choose to put it in An Jing's closet.

An Jing touched her neck subconsciously, her voice was a little unnatural, "It's... a fan."

"Ah, but I have asked the other party, she will not post my photo on the Internet."

"Untie it." Ge Zijie moved his long legs, sat on the sofa, and looked at An Jing steadily.

An Jing saw that she wanted to have a good conversation with her, so she quickly took the scarf and coat and hung them on the rack, changed into her slippers and went over.

"sit."

Ge Zijie sat in the middle of the sofa, An Jing measured the distance between her left and right, and finally sat down on the ground, "You tell me."

She bowed her head like a prisoner before being sentenced.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Is there soul torture after the fatal question...

"I shouldn't have..." Ge Zijie interrupted before finishing his sentence.

"It has nothing to do with what happened today."

It has nothing to do with what happened today, it was yesterday...

"yesterday--"

"I don't blame you for what happened yesterday."

An Jing completely shut her mouth, she was asking questions, she didn't even give herself a chance to explain.

"That?"

"kiss Me."

An Jing thought that she had a hearing problem, so she stared at Ge Zijie with rounded eyes, but saw her serious expression.

An Jing's guess was right, Ge Zijie didn't want to hear any explanation or apology from her at all, all she could think about was to catch this silly rabbit who was good at running away and punish him.

The second before the black shadow came down, An Jing had already noticed something in her heart. After all, as long as she stared at this person for more than five seconds, everything that happened after that would trigger the alarm.

There was a mess in her head, it was An Jing's voice pulling her thoughts, but the strength on her lips was too real, whether it was the hot breath or the firm strength, they were stripping her reason little by little.

The other party seemed to be aware of her absent-mindedness, and the arm around her waist was even stronger, as if to crush her into his body, even if he didn't say anything, he expressed enough possessiveness.

An Jing put her hands on Ge Zijie's shoulders, trying to tear her away, but she was punished by biting her lower lip. The short pain made her open her tightly closed lips, and her aggressive tongue In this way, she had no time to get in, and the roof of her teeth was licked one by one. Every touch made An Jing shrink back in fear, but the other party stubbornly grabbed the tip of her tongue that was running away, and did not give her any time to back off. Chance.

In the blink of an eye, An Jing saw the expression on Ge Zijie's face. His deep eyebrows were lightly furrowed, focused and charming, as if such a crazy move was just a purposeful attack after careful planning.

Like a domineering invader, everything in his mouth was swept away by the heat of the other party. The numbness and trembling made An Jing change his push and refusal into a support, and he grabbed the hem of Ge Zijie's sweater with his fingers and exerted all his strength.

"...Director." An Jing frowned impatiently, subconsciously shouted this with tears in her eyes, her voice was soft and waxy.

Ge Zijie's breath stopped, and their lips parted for a while, giving An Jing a chance to breathe.

"Equal." Looking at An Jing's sluggish expression, Ge Zijie continued in a low voice: "If you can't let go because of this, then we are now even, and I hope you will stop talking about this issue. Any evasive behavior towards me."

"..." An Jing had no idea how she would react.

"Answer 'yes' or 'no'."

"it is good."

I thought this would be the end, but I didn't expect Ge Zijie to press down again. This time, the force was much gentler than before. The soft touch touched the lips one by one, making An Jing itchy. She pulled her neck back She flinched a bit, but was chased up and kissed again. The moment she was wrapped in the clear fragrance of Ge Zijie's body, the consciousness of her brain ran away from home.

"I owe you this first." The hoarse and warm voice clung to his ear, swirling one after another, Ge Zijie pressed his index finger on the skin of An Jing's neck, and stroked those ambiguous marks heavily, "You Pay it back later."

While breathing in the fresh air, An Jing thought about Ge Zijie's words in her heart.I owe you, will you pay it back later?What kind of repayment?

Ge Zijie covered Anjing's dark eyes with his palm, and bit her earlobe with his teeth, "Remember what you said yourself, no matter what I do, you won't be disgusted, so I won't apologize to you .”

Her eyes were covered, her vision was dark, but her hearing was more sensitive. An Jing's brain seemed to be equipped with a speaker, repeating Ge Zijie's words louder and louder each time.

Why on earth is this person so domineering, but every time he makes moves in a way she can't resist.

Ge Zijie is like a boxer with precise moves. No matter how An Jing defends in advance, she can make a judgment in a short time and launch an attack with a neat posture without delay.

The author has something to say: Look at the 99 work income, no angel wants to make it 100 _(:зゝ∠)_