He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

Jing Yu silently touched the lamp switch on the wall and dimmed the dazzling crystal lamp in the hall a lot.

Yu Zeyao seemed to feel the light getting weaker and weaker, and slowly opened his eyes. Looking up, she saw that she was standing in the corner looking at herself from a distance.

"You'd better go to bed early." Jing Yu said. In such a quiet night, her voice was clear and clean, and she did not have the indifference when she refused him last night, and slowly eased some of the deep fatigue in his heart. He squinted at her, "Aren't you waiting for me and don't want to talk?"

Jing Yu shook his head, walked closer, and said, "You have drunk a lot. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yu Zeyao's drunk eyes were adorned with the dim light above his head, and his eyes fell on her. He raised his hand at her and said, "Come here."

At this moment, he does not have the aloofness and arrogance when he was sober. In this way, these two words spoken by him are not commands, but more like a kind of seductive and uncontrollable temptation.

He half leaned there, like a charming goblin, casting a spell.

Jing Yu only looked at him dumbfounded, and walked towards him with both legs, completely refusing to do so. When she came back to her senses, he had already circled her waist and sat on her lap.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the light scent of his body.

Jing Yu only felt that the strength of the man on his waist was not light, his jaw was placed on her shoulder, and the tip of his nose greedily sniffed the fragrance of her hair. The long silence spread between each other.

Jing Yu didn't move, just let him hold himself like this. She found that as long as he didn't lose his temper inexplicably and unreasonably, she couldn't resist his approach, or closeness. Since when did this happen, she hadn't even noticed it herself.

"Ask now what you want to ask." Yu Zeyao finally said. As if satisfied with the scent of her body, the folds between his brows loosened a little, and he leaned back on the sofa to look at her. The big palm is still burned on her waist, slowly rubbing it, without lust, but it is clearly the intimacy between lovers.

Obviously wearing pajamas that are not thin, but Jing Yu is extremely sensitive at this moment. I only felt that the place where his fingers touched on his waist was scorching hot.

She grabbed his fingers in her hands and kept him from moving. His gaze dropped slightly, and he looked at him, his voice remained calm, "Why don't you let me go out and not let me go to work? I am a normal person and it is impossible not to socialize."

"Why do you think?"

He didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

Jing Yu thought for a while and shook his head, "I can't think of it. But I don't think you have any reason to put me under house arrest."

"Who said no? I have many reasons to put you under house arrest." Yu Zeyao let out a low laugh, a little bit lonely in his laughter.

It seemed that it was because of alcohol. His slightly drunken eyes jumped with unconcealable deep feelings, and his eyes stared at her scorchingly, as if to look into her heart, making Jing Yu's heartstrings tremble fiercely. His fingers climbed onto her face, and his thumb gently stroked her delicate skin, as if he was feeling the touch, and it seemed that the touch was not enough to smooth the agitation in his heart. He only repeated it lowly, "The biggest The reason is to let you stay by my side. No one can miss you except me."

Before, Jing Yu was definitely not a person who could be interfered with to this point-he was not even free to travel and was not angry yet. However, at this moment, not only did she lose her anger, a certain part of her heart was actually gradually weakening.

She asked: "Who cares about me?"

Yu Zeyao's eyes were a little more serious, "Jing Rong's kidnapping is still unclear. There is no guarantee that the other party will not target you."

Jing Yu's eyes fluctuated, she looked at him for a long time, and then asked softly, "You...are it for my safety?"

"..." He did not respond, but the answer was self-evident.

original……

He is protecting himself.

He protects Jingrong, takes care of Jingrong, and also protects himself.

Jing Yu was bored for a day, and suddenly he became cheerful. The stuffiness disappeared in an instant. The rest is comfort and touch that cannot be ignored.

Before that, she had always felt that this man might be just playing with herself, after all, his life was far from hers.

However, the more Jing Yu got along with him, the more Jing Yu realized that this man was actually not what he thought.

He didn't really treat her as a plaything—even if he got there last night, he didn't really force her at the last moment—but he was still solving her one big and small trouble in life. From the customs incident, to blocking the gun for her, saving Jingrong, and then protecting her now...

If he is just playing with her, why does he need to take care of her to this point?

Frames of pictures in the past kept popping up in her mind, constantly disturbing her heart, making the ripples in her heart bigger and bigger.

this moment……

Suddenly Jing Yu had an urge to get to know him well.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Zeyao asked again when she saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time.

Jing Yu shook his head, "Are the wounds in your abdomen healed?"

The voice, compared to the lightness before, is now a bit more unnoticeably soft. At the corner of the lips, a faint smile can also be seen.

Yu Zeyao seemed to be puzzled, and looked at her with doubts and inquiries, with deep thought in his eyes.

Jing Yu was embarrassed and embarrassed by the look in his eyes. She pursed her lips and asked, "Is everything all right?"

Yu Zeyao did not answer, but lifted the shirt from below. His strong and **** abdominal muscles were exposed. Before Jing Yu could take a closer look, he had already grabbed her hand and pressed it against the wound.

His muscles are as hard as rocks, but they are hot. When Jing Yu touched his finger, the heat made him tremble slightly, and he wanted to withdraw immediately. However, the finger touched the uneven wound, moved down again, and unconsciously paused on the wound for a long time.

In the end, it was Yu Zeyao who couldn't bear it and pulled her hand out of her clothes.

"Have you touched it enough?" His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were slightly drowsy, and he was a little bit more fascinated at the moment.

Jing Yu was looked a little embarrassed, took his hand back, and said as calmly as possible: "Do you have to go for a re-examination for your broken intestines? You drink so much alcohol now. Obviously you forgot the lesson last time. Up."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with deep eyes, "You will accompany me during the next review."

"...Hmm." Jing Yu nodded, and added: "But before the retest, you can't drink anymore. It's best not to touch a drop."

The light and shadow in Yu Zeyao's eyes fluctuated sharply, and then he said helplessly: "Maybe I really can't help but drink."

Jing Yu twisted his beautiful eyebrows, "As a doctor, I don't like to find patients who are disobedient for various reasons."

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