She found it boring, very boring, so she withdrew her hand.
After a few seconds, he didn't take off the quilt.
Chi Huan saw him pretending to be dead and said, "Hey."
The man still didn't respond.
She wanted to kick him directly, but it was a pity that he was lying on the bed, so it was not convenient for her to kick him.
She curled her lips and looked at the motionless man, "You're not dead, are you?"
Still not moving.
She snorted coldly, "It would be best if someone like you is killed."
no response.
A strange thought came to Chi Huan's mind. If she really suffocated this man to death -
Well, the male protagonist is a pawn and the female protagonist is serving a life sentence, which is also a great twist.
She still stretched out her hand to lift the quilt, and just as she was about to retract her hand, she was grabbed by the man who suddenly opened his eyes. He pulled her towards him with all his strength, and then she fell onto him.
"Well… "
With his head restrained, he "actively" pressed her lips against hers.
asshole.
After a long and deep kiss, the man pressed his lips against hers and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you having for dinner, Huanhuan."
"Without food, you will starve to death.<>"
She covered his head with the quilt again, took out the pillow and smashed it a few times, "Put your underwear on for me. Then you can get naked and I'll take pictures of your **** and give them to you in your address book." Send it to everyone.”
After saying that, she went out.
… …
After about half an hour, it became dark outside, and the lights were not turned on in the bedroom, and it soon became pitch black.
Is this woman really planning to starve him and let him fend for himself
Mo Shiqian reached out and turned on the bedside lamp and slowly sat up.
The pain in my waist has not been relieved, and the pain is severe when I move.
Putting on his underwear and trousers, he went out with his upper body bare.
As soon as I walked into the living room, a strong fragrance hit my nostrils.
It’s not difficult to identify at all, it’s the smell coming from the kitchen.
She... is cooking
Chi Huan was scooping up a spoonful of soup, lowering his head and blowing on it. After the heat had almost dissipated, he put it to his lips.
Her wrist was held by a hand reaching out from behind, and then she was sent in another direction.
Mo Shiqian held Chi Huan's hand and fed the soup into his mouth.
The taste buds on the tip of the tongue were overwhelmed by the taste of the soup.
Her back was pressed against his bare chest. Such a close posture made her breath intertwined. Chi Huan turned her head and looked at the man's perfectly curved jaw.
He was sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lips, sexy and sultry. <>
Mo Shiqian looked down at her and breathed out, "When did you learn this?"
"When you're bored."
The man lowered his head a little more, his thin lips almost touching the shell of her ear, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you cook the food on that table last night?"
Chi Huan felt that his ears were numb, so he took back the spoon and pushed his head away, "Aren't you in too much pain to move?"
He looked down at her ears, which seemed to be bleeding, and blew on them deliberately, "I'm hungry."
She reached out and turned off the fire, and while serving the soup, she said, "Then you go to the restaurant and sit down. You can eat later."
Mo Shiqian lowered his head, looked at her fair side face, and his pupils shrank.
After a while, the man's hand was still on her waist, and he didn't speak or move.
Chi Huan turned back to look at him, "Why are you still standing?"
Mo Shiqian put away his previous attitude and said calmly and slowly, "What's wrong with you?"
She was confused, "What's wrong with me?"
The man's deep, dark eyes stared at her face for a moment, but his tone was very light, so light and sparse, "Why have you become good?"
Chi Huan tugged on her pale red lips, "Have I become better?"
He smiled lowly, "Buy me medicine, take me home, blow dry my hair, apply medicine on me, pinch my waist, and now, you even cook for me... When you claim to love me, He didn’t treat me so well either.<>”
The word "known as" has a bit of mockery to it.
He pinched her chin with his fingers and raised her face higher, as if he could see her more clearly, "I was the one who injured your boyfriend and almost crippled him. You Is it too sorry for him to treat me like this? Or..."
The man's voice became louder, mixed with a deep smile of unknown meaning, "You have figured it out, are you ready to be my lover?"
Chi Huan looked at him and smiled, "Why don't you consider the possibility of me poisoning you?"
Mo Shiqian patted her cheek gently, "You can't be so stupid."
… …
night.
Mo Shiqian slept in Chi Huan's bed, and Chi Huan slept on the sofa.
All the lights went out, and both of them stared at the dark ceiling with their eyes open.
The consciousness is clear and there is no sleepiness at all.
In late summer and early autumn, late at night, the moonlight shines into the house. It is quiet, cool, sad, and inexplicably sad.
Chi Huan did not change into pajamas. She was wearing an off-white, thin and soft sweater. She was curled up on the sofa like a cat, with her head resting on a teddy bear. She turned over and lifted up the sleeve of her left hand.
There was a white bandage wrapped a little above her wrist, and she touched it carefully with her right hand.
Suddenly, he pressed hard.
Bits of pain sharply and intensively attacked her nerves, and the white bandage also showed little bits of blood.
She breathed slowly.
The sound of very light footsteps sounded. The night was too quiet, and Chi Huan was awake again. She heard even the smallest movements. She immediately put down her hand reflexively, pushed down her sweater, and closed her eyes.
Mo Shiqian was wearing the pajamas Chi Huan bought for him.
He stood beside the sofa. Under the moonlight, his originally upright figure was stretched into many shapes. He stood silently and even seemed to have a ghostly illusion.
If Chi Huan suddenly woke up and saw such a shadow standing next to him, he would probably be scared and scream.
He leaned down and picked her up.
There are bursts of dull pain in the waist, which is deepened and lengthened.
He carried her into the bedroom with an expressionless expression. This disobedient woman would sleep on the sofa until he died, causing him to come in the middle of the night and aggravate the injury on his waist.
He didn't even know what she was thinking.
Didn't she hate him so much? After she refused to sleep with him and he compromised on sleeping on the sofa, she refused again.
"Your hands are too long and your legs are too long. My sofa can't fit you, but I can fit you in just fine."
Doesn't he know that she has to sleep on an extra-large double bed to sleep alone, and she won't be used to it on such a small sofa
Mo Shiqian usually held her as effortlessly as he carried a kitten, but now he was holding an adult woman, no matter how petite or thin, despite her waist injury. It was like lifting a jack.
When Chi Huan was put on the bed by him, he vaguely heard the low and short sound coming from the man's throat.