Jian Si didn't believe that Xin Ai would throw the third master out again.
"Hello... hello..."
Jian Si ran very fast, and in a blink of an eye, no one was there. Xin Ai's shouts were useless.
Xin Ai couldn't help but want to curse, and actually threw a drunkard here. She looked at Jian Zechuan as if she was going to slap him twice. Why did he come here drunk? His house is so big, he has so many houses, he There is also a gentle and virtuous fiancée, why would you come to her
Xin Ai sneered, would she care if it was thrown over? She doesn't have that many bad intentions.
Someone else's fiancé is not hers, so why should she serve him
Now, it's not like before.
Xin Ai turned around and was about to go upstairs. It was so late and it was not easy for her to fall asleep.
As soon as he stepped onto the first step, he heard Jian Zechuan's slightly painful groan.
Xin Ai's steps paused, she gritted her teeth, no matter what, he was drunk, that was his business, it had nothing to do with her, Xin Ai covered her ears and continued walking up.
But halfway through, he stopped.
Xin Ai really didn't want to take care of it, but...she turned back anyway. She told herself that she just wanted to see if he was drunk to death.
But when he walked up to Jian Zechuan and saw that his brows were furrowed, his expression was uncomfortable, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable, he finally relented and brought him a hot towel to wipe him with.
face and hands.
While wiping Xin Ai, you scold yourself at the same time. It makes you soft-hearted and cheap. You should give such a scumbag a slap in the face.
Xin Ai really despised herself.
After wiping, he was about to stand up when his wrist suddenly tightened and was grabbed by a big hand.
The temperature in his palm was so hot that it almost burned Xin Ai's skin.
Xin Ai met Jian Zechuan's dark eyes in surprise, "Jian Zechuan, you are pretending... you are not drunk at all... ah..."
Xin Ai exclaimed and fell down, falling right into Jian Zechuan's arms. Instantly, she was surrounded by his aura.
Jian Zechuan moved very quickly, turned over and pressed her down, lowered his head and blocked her lips tightly.
The strong smell of alcohol on his body suddenly made Xin Ai feel dizzy, as if she was also drunk.
Jian Zechuan didn't give Xin Ai any chance to speak. He didn't want to hear any more angry words from her.
She was always very capable of irritating him easily.
Jian Zechuan is particularly disgusted with himself now that he is not sober, calm and rational. He wants to go back to the past, to the third master who can remain calm and calm at all times.
He thought, just... let's break up, let's just break up. From now on, it doesn't matter whether she lives or lives, who she goes with, he doesn't want to be influenced by anyone anymore.
Now, Xin Ai is still her woman, and he wants her one last time.
Xin Ai's resistance was useless. She rarely seemed to succeed in front of Jian Zechuan.
The pajamas on his body were torn and thrown to the ground. The people on the sofa moved extremely fiercely. Jian Zechuan tonight was crazier than ever before.
That kind of madness almost made Xin Ai suffocate.
During the whole process, his body seemed to be on fire, just like the feeling when she woke up that morning after falling into the water. It could melt her and burn her.
Xin Ai and Jian Zechuan had not been in close contact with each other for a long time. Their bodies were so close together that they fit together as if they were born to belong to each other.
From Xin Ai's initial resistance to being forced to cater, she seemed to be dependent on him. Without his support, she would die at any time, as if she was in a rough sea. She didn't want to be beaten into the endless deep sea by the huge waves. , we can only cling to him, we can only live by relying on him.
Xin Ai couldn't hear her own voice, all her voice was swallowed into his mouth.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, one by one, falling into the black hair and disappearing.
Her body was ups and downs, and she couldn't see Jian Zechuan's face clearly through her tears.
However, she could feel that he was unhappy and angry...
Xin Ai didn't know when he moved from downstairs to upstairs.
The communication between the two seemed to suddenly return to the time when they first got together, which was limited to sex and never talked much.
Xin Ai didn't know how long it would take for Jian Zechuan to finish. She almost ran out of energy. The lights in the bedroom were not turned on. The moonlight from the window came in and reflected on the floor, like rippling water waves. It was beautiful. The picture, set against the charming interior of the house, is particularly romantic.
Before Xin Ai closed her eyes, she thought, in fact, it would be fine if it had always been the same as before.
If you don't get distracted, you won't get hurt.
No matter how long the road is, it has an end, no matter how endless the lingering, there is an end.
After this intense and long romance ended, Jian Zechuan sobered up. His eyes were bloodshot, but as cold as moonlight. The lust dissipated, leaving only a cold color.
Xin Ai is lying next to him, with long hair scattered all over her head, and delicate butterfly bones on her snow-white back, so beautiful that you want to kiss her.
Jian Zechuan's hand picked up a strand of Xin Ai's long hair, looked at it for a while, and then put it down. He used to like to wrap her black hair around his fingers, but he didn't do it today.
When Xin Ai woke up, she saw Jian Zechuan smoking. His fingers were slender, more beautiful than the hands of the pianists Xin Ai had seen, with clear joints and roots like jade.
A good-looking man, seriously, even smoking is so pleasing to the eye.
The smoke rose and blurred his face. Xin Ai could only see his cold eyes through the smoke.
In the blink of an eye, Xin Ai heard Jian Zechuan say: "I'm tired of it."
This should be what Xin Ai wants to hear most in this period of time. She doesn't want to be entangled in this anymore. She doesn't want to share her man with another woman.
She also knew that she had no place in Jian Zechuan's heart. His refusal to let her go was just a man's possessiveness and desire for control.
She likes this man, but she doesn't want to lose the last bit of dignity.
Yes, "I'm tired of it." These were the three words Xin Ai wanted to hear most during this period of torture.
However, when they came out clearly from Jian Zechuan's mouth, Xin Ai realized that he... was far from being as deliberate and indifferent as he thought.
She would still feel pain, still feel sad, still feel sad, still feel... want to cry.
There was a dense pain in her heart. Xin Ai wanted to open her mouth to speak several times, but she couldn't. She seemed to have swallowed a heavy stone, which was just stuck in her throat. She tried very hard to make a sound, but it seemed that all of a sudden she couldn't. Mute.
Suddenly something appeared in front of her eyes. It was a check. Xin Ai saw the number on it. Well, there were quite a few zeros. She seemed to have almost lost count.
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