Days dominated by wife-watching demons

"Are you asleep?" Ge Zijie raised his hand and helped An Jing tug at the collar that had slipped off her shoulders because it was too wide.

Knowing that Ge Zijie was asking about Anyang, An Jing replied, "I'm asleep."

"En." Ge Zijie nodded, his palm slipped from An Jing's shoulder, he took her hand and brought her to his room, pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed, patted her leg, "Take it off."

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An Jing's hands on the collar were tightened, and she looked at Ge Zijie with a face of bewilderment.

"You misunderstood." Ge Zijie looked at her staring round eyes and wanted to laugh, "I mean, take off your shoes."

"Ah..." An Jing breathed a sigh of relief, kicked off the slippers on her feet, and her two white feet were hanging in the air.

Ge Zijie rummaged through the drawer to find something, then walked to An Jing's side and squatted down, stretching out his hand to grab one of her ankles.

Ge Zijie's palm was very warm, and there was a steady stream of hot air on his skin. An Jing's body stiffened, her eyelashes trembled, "What's wrong?"

Leaning An Jing's calf on his knee to give her some support, Ge Zijie raised his eyelids to look at her, and said lightly, "I wouldn't tell me if I was injured, if I didn't find out, I might as well just leave it alone."

Using force with her hands, she slightly turned An Jing's ankle to a slightly angled position, revealing the blisters on her heel, which were blistered and swollen. There was reproach in his eyes, "I'm an idol after all, can you pay more attention to your body?"

An Jing also said similar things to Ge Zijie. Now that the two sides have exchanged positions, An Jing only feels guilty.

"It's just that I'm not used to wearing high heels."

It's all because of tonight's wrap-up banquet. Originally, An Jing only wanted to wear ordinary casual clothes, but when she thought of the presence of so many famous brands, everyone would be dressed up in fancy clothes, and it would be obvious that she would take advantage of her.

So I had to change into a pair of stiletto heels for clothing matching, but she never thought about it, and started grinding her heels after taking a few steps. She kept holding on and didn't show it. Ge Zijie missed something in front of him.

"It's not too serious, I'll do it myself." An Jing was still not used to being caught by Ge Zijie, so she took it back with little effort.

Ge Zijie suppressed it, and looked at her coldly, as if saying, "Take it back and try?" An Jing suddenly lost her courage, and said with her head down, "I see, I will pay attention next time."

Ge Zijie first took out a needle, and carefully opened up some unbroken blisters.

This bit of pain was still within the tolerance range for An Jing, and before she knew it, her attention shifted from her feet, and her eyes fell on Ge Zijie's focused side face.

After her unintentional suggestion at the beginning, Ge Zijie really didn't seem to have cut her hair again. The long, smooth and shiny hair slid down her shoulders, and An Jing subconsciously reached out to help her pin it behind her ears.

Ge Zijie, who had just picked up the alcohol for disinfection, paused, "It will hurt a little, tell me if you can't help it."

"Ah."

Sure enough, as soon as the cold alcohol touched the frayed and fragile skin, An Jing inadvertently let out a sharp pain like being pricked by a needle.

"Pain?" Ge Zijie stopped moving.

"It's okay." An Jing exhaled, "Go ahead."

He bowed his head and kissed her on her knee, his soft lips felt warm, and his voice was hoarse, "Relax, don't be afraid."

An Jing's hand on the side tightened instantly, twisting the bed sheet into a ball, a little like pulling her legs back, avoiding these touches that would make her heart beat faster, but in the end she just nodded lightly, and let out a barely audible sound from her mouth He heard a "hmm".

After disinfecting the poison, Ge Zijie took a band-aid and put it on her, and said, "Don't bother until the wound is healed, and wear slippers."

"Okay." An Jing didn't dislike her commanding tone at all, instead the corners of her mouth curled up, her smiling eyes sparkled.

Ge Zijie glanced at her and sighed, "I have something for you."

An Jing sat where she was, watching Ge Zijie walk out of the room, and came back with an oil painting after a while.

Unexpectedly, what she was talking about was such a big object, An Jing stared at the frame, waiting for Ge Zijie to lift the canvas.

Ge Zijie supported the picture frame, and put one hand on the covered canvas, "Actually, I have been thinking about the circumstances under which I should hand over this thing to you. After thinking about it, I realized that the longer it takes, the more difficult it will be for you. unfair."

"What is it?" An Jing felt that Ge Zijie's tone was a bit strange.

Ge Zijie lowered his eyes and exerted force with his hands. The canvas was lifted with a bang. The oil painting seemed to be well preserved. The frame was not stained with dust, and the canvas was also waxed. Even after several years, the color of the painting was not too much fade.

An Jing's eyes were wide open, and there was a little shock in her pupils. She was so familiar with the cheerful girl grinning in the painting. It was the alphabet she couldn't forget—her mother's stage name.

An Jing couldn't count how long it had been since she saw it, so when the painting was suddenly shown in front of her eyes, her eyes turned red unconsciously.

"How did you know my mother?" An Jing asked tremblingly.

Ge Zijie handed over a group photo. In the photo, besides the man and woman An Jing had seen in her study, there was also a couple who was her mother.

"Sorry, I'm only telling you now."

An Jing had resentment towards her parents from the bottom of her heart. Since she was born, she was thrown into the foster care of her grandma. The two have a free heart to learn art. They have been collecting songs from all over the world for many years. Back briefly.

But grandma often enlightened her, letting her know that these bad moods were all because she missed her mother too much, and An Jing, who gradually became sensible, also began to learn to be considerate of them.

According to Ge Zijie, this was the last stop for her parents before the accident. In this country, the parents of the two met because of paintings. Not long after, Ge Zijie's father died of illness, and Ge Zijie's mother, who was still pregnant at the time, began to change. Fortunately, An Jing's parents are by her side, encouraging her every day.

With such a reminder, An Jing remembered that her parents did often make video calls to her in China during that time, and they would let her greet and introduce each other to this aunt in the video, but at that time, Ge Zijie's mother had already changed due to hunger strike and taking drugs. She was so thin, so different from the beautiful woman in the photo, that she didn't recognize her right away.

It was just a video call, and Ge Zijie's mother was also infected by An Jing's innocence and cheerfulness. She rubbed Ge Zijie's younger brother in her stomach, rekindling her hope for life.

It's a pity that because she often didn't eat well in the early stages of pregnancy, her body suffered from malnutrition, coupled with her long-term depression, it caused her dystocia during childbirth, and she died twice.

After that, Ge Zijie was taken back to the country by Ge's father, and Ge Zijie was forced to cut off contact with An Jing.

An Jing had learned about the death of Ge Zijie's parents from Ge Han before, but now she knows the details.

Thinking of Ge Zijie, who was already sensible at that time, losing his beloved parents one after another, An Jing, who also had the same experience, felt distressed. She reached out to hold Ge Zijie and looked up at her, "Why didn't you tell me earlier."

"No matter who I am, you have good intentions for me." Ge Zijie stroked An Jing's side face, and rubbed his thumb on her lips, "Even if it's me like this, you still don't give up expressing your concern for me."

With such an Jing, Ge Zijie couldn't bear to add any uncertain factors to the relationship between the two of them.

"Don't say such things."

In An Jing's eyes, whether it is the taciturn Ge Zijie now or the delicate and good-looking girl like an angel when she was a child, they are all precious and indispensable existences.

"I owe you a word." An Jing opened her mouth, "Thank you."

Standing behind me all the time, reaching out to me when I was most helpless.

It was a second late to cover the kiss. An Jing was still in a state of brain disorder a second before being crushed on the mattress. She was bitten on her lip before she realized it and looked at Ge Zijie with red eyes.

An Jing still had tears in the corners of her eyes, and the tip of her nose was rubbed red with her hands. She looked like she had been bullied, but her hands were holding on to Ge Zijie's clothes tightly, not letting go.

"Let me stay by your side from now on." Ge Zijie looked at her softly, his light eyes seemed to melt into a puddle of water, she reached out and gently wiped away the teardrops at the end of An Jing's eyes, and rubbed her side neck with her thumb Rubbing, the voice was a little heavy, "OK."

An Jing bit her lip tightly to hold back the surging tears again, and nodded.

Ge Zijie lowered his eyelids, his gaze fell on An Jing's white lips bitten by herself with scorching temperature, he pressed his thumb on it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Release."

At the moment when her lips were closed, the hot tongue that did not belong to An Jing broke into her mouth, she did not refuse, and even tightened her arms around Ge Zijie's neck even more.

During the alternation, her breathing gradually became short of breath, the temperature around her body rose linearly, and a flame ignited in her body, almost burning her down. An Jing frowned impatiently, and whimpered a few times, but she didn't choose to push her away. There were less calm attackers on Kai than before.

"Say you love me." Before closing her eyes, An Jing only remembered Ge Zijie's whispering request in her ear.

And she was trying to overcome her shame, uttering the word with a blush and trembling.

"Good boy." The person next to the ear finally let out a satisfied smile.

Because Ge Zijie had explained to Song Fan the day before, how to explain to the director team the whereabouts of An Jing who would not be in the dormitory for half a day, so she was able to sleep late in the morning after a long absence.

When she opened her eyes, she found that Ge Zijie was propping her head up, looking at herself while lying on her side. An Jing was startled, "Didn't you go to work?"

She quickly sat up and went to get her mobile phone to watch the news from last night and this morning. She still remembered that last time when Ge Zijie didn't go to work, such a big incident happened and no one took care of it. How anxious Xu Bai was, this had already formed An Jing shadowed.

"Today is the weekend." Ge Zijie grabbed her shoulders, pulled her back into his arms and hugged her, "You asked me to go to work on the rest day, you, an artist, are a bit too strict with your director."