Tong Jian's nose was blocked and she couldn't smell the perfume on her body. Jiang Xie didn't say anything, she thought the amount was too little, "Have you smelled it?"
"This smell is very familiar." The tip of the man's nose accidentally touched her neck, and there was a faint potion and an all-too-familiar fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.
The smell of that bottle of perfume is still fresh in Jiang Xie's memory.
That day, he chose for a long time among the dazzling array of perfumes, and chose this bottle of fragrance that suited her.
When he came out of the counter, he was disgusted by Qi Moye after getting in the car. During the fragrance selection, his body was inevitably contaminated, like a miasma of wind and dust, not to mention Qi Moye's disgust, Jiang Xie couldn't stand it, so he took off his coat.
However, in the end perfumes belong in the trash.
On Valentine's Day last year, Tong Jian threw this gift in the waiting room of the airport, breaking his last string.
Jiang Xie's hand that was holding Tong Jian's shoulder dropped down to her waist.
He hugged her and lowered his voice, "Where did it come from?"
Not sure, there is not only that bottle in the world.
This brand is very popular, and many celebrities and young ladies will buy it. I heard that when Tong Jian moved, Bai Chuluo and Shen Zhixia gave away a lot of makeup, clothes and bags like wholesale.
"Is it suitable for me?" Tong Jian asked back.
"Very suitable."
In the huge apartment, her voice was still a little nasal, "It was given by my boyfriend."
Jiang Xie's breathing sank a little.
These words had a huge impact on him.
"Didn't you throw it away? Lied to me?" Jiang Xie hugged her even tighter.
After he left, he secretly picked it up again.
Do you know how cold his heart was when the gift was thrown away
"I..." Tong Jian wanted to say something, but was speechless by his actions.
The man's thin lips grazed her fair neck, making her slightly stiff.
His voice was very low, "What should I do, you are so fragrant that I want to commit a crime."
"..."
Jiang Xie's delicate kiss fell on the girl's neck and moved gently.
She was wearing his carefully selected perfume, which was undoubtedly a great temptation.
want to eat.
Tong Jian's head was groggy, and after taking the antipyretic, it didn't take full effect at the moment, she leaned against him as if she had no bones, and was in an uncomfortable state, ignoring his actions.
Can clearly feel Jiang Xie's heavy and rapid breathing.
He goes up gradually.
Tong Jian didn't refuse before, but when Jiang Xie's breath really approached, she raised her hand to cover the man's lips, preventing him from succeeding.
Tong Jian pushed him, "Eat."
She has a cold, which is easily contagious.
Jiang Xie looked at her with deep and dark eyes. This kind of affection made the already seductive peach blossom eyes even more sexy and bewitching.
Jiang Xie didn't know Tong Jian's thoughts, as if she had just established a relationship, she wasn't used to it yet.
Even if you really want to kiss to the end.
The reason for the low-grade fever is that Tong Jian's Qi and blood are not good, and he is a little pale.
Jiang Xie scolded herself secretly, almost forgetting that she was still sick!
Jiang Xie dismissed all thoughts and let go of Tong Jian, "Okay, let's eat."
The meal Jiang Xie asked his assistant to come over was very light, and what Tong saw was lean meat porridge.
Tong Jian was hungry for a day and a night, even if he was sick and lost his appetite, his stomach was not made of iron, and he couldn't bear it, so he had to eat something.
After eating the hot porridge, the stomach is much warmer.
Tong Jian ate half a bowl of porridge.
Jiang Xie looked at her, "Don't you want to eat?"
"Yeah." Tong Jian was afraid that he would vomit easily if he ate too much.
Jiang Xie knew that she had no appetite, so he didn't force her. He covered her forehead with his palm and felt that the fever was slowly going down. "Can you still sleep?"
Tong Jian felt exhausted, "I just want to lie down."
"Then I'll lie down with you," Jiang Xie said.
Tong Jian didn't have the strength to argue with him, so he got up and went back to the bedroom, took a set of pajamas and went to take a shower.
I haven't soaked in this bath for too long. It's mainly because people have a cold, and they are prone to dizziness when they are bored in the bathroom.
Tong Jian came out with wet hair.
It was found that Jiang Xie washed faster than her. She was wearing pajamas and sitting on the sofa in her room.
Jiang Xie will stay to take care of her tonight.
The atmosphere was inexplicably weird at the moment, normal male and female friends were alone in the room, which made Tong Jian a little embarrassed.
Tong Jian found the hair dryer and stood by the socket to dry his hair.
Suddenly, the hair dryer was taken away, and Tong Jian was sat down by Jiang Xie's shoulders.
"Why wash your hair when you have a cold?" Jiang Xie said.
It's okay to be dirty.
Tong Jian was forced to sit on the sofa, she sucked her clogged nose, "I'm used to it."
Jiang Xie held the hair dryer, "I heard that they all blow-dry their girlfriends' hair, feel it."
The hair dryer was turned on, and he leaned over to Tong Jian's ear, through the noise of the hair dryer, "If it hurts you, remember to say so."
Tong Jian: "..."
Just blow your hair.
Perhaps because of this sentence, Tong Jian looked away, a little unnatural.
Jiang Xie was holding the hair dryer in one hand, and flicking Tong Jian's hair with the other from time to time.
It's the first time I blow-dry a girl's hair, I don't move too much, for fear of pulling her hair.
Needless to say, after experiencing it, Jiang Xie can tell that this is still a fucking skill!
You have to be patient.
Tong Jian sat quietly, moving his hands back and forth on his head. To be honest, he was not gentle, it was entirely the old master's tricks.
It is estimated that Jiang Xie is used to blow-drying his hair. The hair of boys and girls is completely different.
However, Tong Jian could feel his cautiousness.
In the past few years, she has been used to being independent, Tong Jian never thought that one day, someone would help her dry her hair in the bedroom...
Jiang Xie touched Tong Jian's head to make sure that his hair was completely dry before turning off the hair dryer.
"Okay, sleep."
After eating and washing, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.
Tong Jian straightened her hair, got up and walked towards the bed. She lifted the quilt and remembered something, "Is the quilt a bit thin in the next bedroom?"
She went to country A for a year, and after she came back, the apartment was carefully cleaned, but the guest room was not slept in for a long time, and it seemed to be the thin silk quilt in summer.
Even though the heating was turned on in the room, the silk quilt was thin.
Tong Jian walked out of the bedroom, "I'll get you a thicker one."
After passing the sofa, Jiang Xie grabbed her wrist and brought her back.
The man's tone was lazy and he didn't care, "Let's be thin, no one sleeps anyway."
Tong Jian turned his head to look at Jiang Xie's pajamas, wondering, "Didn't you sleep here tonight?"
"Yes, sleep here." Jiang Xie raised his eyebrows.
"..."
Possibly sick, Tong Jian was a little slow, and it took him a while to realize the 'here' in his mouth.
Tong Jian's first reaction was to refuse, she instinctively took two steps back, "No..."
Jiang Xie didn't let go of Tong Jian's hand, and pulled her back directly, "Why not?"
"Then you can sleep on the sofa." Tong Jian said.
"This sofa can't accommodate my long legs."
"..." Tong Jian still couldn't accept sharing the same bed. Although they knew each other very well, they always felt that something was wrong, "Then I'll sleep on the sofa."
Jiang Xie half-closed his eyes and clicked his tongue.
Immediately afterwards, he directly hugged the person in front of him, "You like sofas so much?"