Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The woman's voice was a little bit delicate, Jiang Yu listened to her ears, and suddenly felt hot in her heart.

He slipped his throat, and then asked as quietly as possible, "What do you say?"

There was still no ups and downs in tone.

Jing Tong was stupefied before stuttering and said, "That...I don't trust you, I just...just..."

Jiang Yu listened to her "just" for a long time without saying a reason, snorted softly, and turned to face her.

The bed board made a creaking sound with his movements, Jing Tong couldn't help but whispered, all her hairs stood up, and she covered her mouth subconsciously, but it was too late, and Jiang Yu had obviously heard her A little scream.

The man chuckled, ridiculed.

He turned around, she was so scared, so kind of saying she trusted him?

Jing Tong was red-eared.

"You stayed with your heart, and of course I doubt your intentions..." She muttered in disappointment. "I blame my heart for being soft. I knew I should let you stand outside all night..."

Jiang Yu sighed lowly: "I just want to spend more time with you."

Jing Tong's heart softened, and a nah "oh" sounded.

The room was quiet for a while, and just after Jiang Yu thought she was asleep, the woman next to her suddenly sighed: "I thought, maybe... the root cause is that I still have no way to trust you 100%."

Jiang Yu paused, humming low: "I know. So I'm not mad at you."

Jing Tong was as excited as he got the handle: "Yes. I don't trust you enough and it's not my fault. It's obviously that you didn't do well enough. You should reflect on it."

Jiang Yu was about to be smirked by her.

But he did not refute her opinion: "You are right. So, tonight is an opportunity to prove my character. Can you close your eyes and sleep with peace of mind?"

"Okay, I believe you this time." She mumbled and adjusted her posture to make her sleep more comfortable, "Good night."

Jiang Yu's throat slide: "Good night."

However, the man still opened his eyes and had no drowsiness, but after a minute, the woman next to him fell asleep, breathing regularly and long.

Jiang Yu quietly took her hand, and in the dark, the man hooked his lips.

...

The next day, Jing Tong woke up in a daze and felt like a fire and ice.

His body was chilly, but his arms seemed to hold a stove to disperse his coolness.

But it's wrong... Now it's clearly the end of summer. Although the scorching heat has passed, the current weather is still not cool. How can she feel cold?

Also, where is the stove in my arms?

The thought popped out of his mind, Jing Tong woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and looked at each other.

The man's dark eyes seemed to have some helplessness, and some teasing.

Jing Tong screamed, leaping from the bed, his back against the wall, his face full of shame and indignation.

"What's going on?" she asked with a trembling voice.

Jiang Yu raised his hand and stroked his eyebrow: "You finally woke up... what's going on?"

"How did I lie on you? What did you do?" Jing Tong glared at him.

The man gave her a glance: "I also want to know why you are lying on my body and holding me. I am afraid to wake you up, I have not dared to move."