My Feelings Can Wait

Jingxuan has always been a person who does more than talks. He is clearly known as a passionate and unrestrained Frenchman, but his temperament seems to follow his mother's introverted restraint. The words "like" and "love", except for the words that were used to break the ambiguity, rarely heard Jing Xiu confide in Ji Yuyan at other times.

People who are accustomed to using high cold and calm to protect themselves, but at this moment open their bodies to accept themselves, open their hearts to show love, and still want to comfort themselves in this situation. Ji Youyan's heart is full of pain.

How does Jing Xun love her.

This is her lost treasure. In the blink of an eye, Ji Yuyan was another string of crystal tears.

Jing Xiu wiped her tears with her thumb, and said hoarsely, "Who is the little crying bag?"

Ji Yoon stopped tears and smiled embarrassedly. She tilted her head and kissed Jing Xun's palm and said, "Who do you think it is?"

"Which little crying bag is the pillow wet?" She put Jing Xuan's hand on the pillow, leaned down|I am vaguely in Jing Xuan's ear.

Jing Xiu touched the slippery between Ji Yuyan's fingers and the moistness on the pillow, thinking of his emotional behavior, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself.

She pulled her hand back to cover Ji Yuyan's mouth, and said annoyed: "You talk a lot."

She turned sideways and wanted to change her posture to fight back. Ji Youyan had been prepared for a long time, her eyes were ill and her hands quickly touched her knees, Jing Xun was still in the aftermath, caught off guard, overflowed with a low groan, and fell soft for a moment.

She glared at Ji Yooyan, who was not afraid at all. "Axun, it's okay if I don't remember." She coaxed: "I will show you some memories."

Like the melting of an iceberg covered with snow for many years, and the awakening of a volcano that has been asleep for many years, Ji Youyan has the marrow and knows the taste and is tireless.

The night is late and the people are not quiet.

"Yanyan...don't..." Jing Xiu's voice was completely muted.

Ji Yuyan looked at Jing Xun, who was as soft and deceptive as a small milk meow, full of love. She retracted her hand peacefully, rubbed the tip of her nose and said, "Okay, no more."

She slept on Jing Xiu's pillow, held Jing Xiu and waited for her to calm down, then dragged her sour body, got out of bed and took a clean towel, moistened it with warm water, and returned to the bed to help Jing Xiu sort out the mess she left behind.

Jing Xun folded her legs|legs: "I will do it myself."

"Chaos will wipe|the gun will go off fire." Ji Youyan pressed Jing Xuan's shoulder and said with a smile.

Jing Xiu bit his lip, covered his eyes and let Ji Youyan move.

Ji Yuyan stroked Jingxuan's long scar with his fingertips, and Jingxuan curled up his five fingers unconsciously.

Unlike the one in the video, the long scar from Jingxun’s lower abdomen to under his chest, in addition to the line of "forgive", also has a red rose in full bloom. The vines follow the scar just right, completely covering it. That scar.

The jade-like skin and the fire-like rose complement each other and are so glamorous that Ji Youyan was so amazing just now.

"Why Rose?" Ji Youyan asked softly.

Jing Xiu removed his hands covering his eyes and stared at Ji Yoo, "Because I am like you."

Ji Yu was puzzled, Jing Xiu said indifferently: "The rose has thorns, so it's easy to get hurt if you hold it tightly in your hand."

Ji Yuyan thought of the grievances that he had made Jingxuan suffered, and his eyes showed guilt, "Axiu, I..."

Jing Xiu smiled slightly and interrupted her and said, "But its thorns are born to resist the external environment and keep moisture to protect themselves. Roses have thorns to grow into roses."

She hooked Ji Yuyan's little finger with her little finger, and led her to the "forgive" under the rose: "I really understand it, so I really forgive it."

Ji Yuyan looked into Jingxuan's beautiful and gentle eyes, and his heart was hot with his fingertips.

She lowered her head and followed the rose's branch to kiss the rose's petals, pious and gentle, and brought the itch all the way.

Jing Xiu's body quivered with her kiss. "Yanyan..." She lifted Ji Youyan's face a little unbearably.

Ji Youyan raised his head obediently, and pressed Jing Xun's hand to stroke his face: "Rose believes in the flower picker and is willing to cut off all her thorns."

Jingxun has a vivid heart and his eyes are like water.

Ji Youyan said again: "Even if there are more thorns, it must be gentle." She rubbed Jing Xun's palms and said with a pun: "I just stabbed me tenderly?"

? ? ? Jing Xiu was stunned for a moment, and his face was red when he realized what Ji Youyan was saying.

She took the quilt and covered herself with one hand, took out the other from Ji Yooyan's hand, and patted Ji Yooyan's thigh fiercely.

In fact, she couldn't use much force now, but there was still a dull "pop" in the air.

"Ouch!" Ji Yoon wailed exaggeratedly, and the charming atmosphere disappeared.

Jing Xiu felt distressed, and felt that he had acted hard. She pretended to be cold and said: "Well, I'm going to sleep."

Ji Youyan's grievance: "My baby is so ruthless, I don't recognize people when I cover it with the quilt." That's what she said, but her subordinates carefully helped Jingxiu to flatten the quilt and tuck the quilt.

"I'm going to rush and come out soon." She kissed Jing Xiu's forehead and helped Jing Xiu to turn off the light.

After washing, she was afraid that Jing Xuan had already fallen asleep, so she carefully opened the quilt and climbed onto the bed, gently moving closer to Jing Xuan.

"Does it still hurt?" Jing Xiu said coldly.

Finding that Jing Xiu was not asleep, Ji Youyan let go of his hands and feet, and took Jing Xiu into his arms, "What hurts?"

Jing Xiu was hugged by her, and she was warm and warm. "I shot it."

A Xiu still remembered? Ji Youyan's heartstrings were plucked, and he said with affection: "Fool, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Jing Xiu was relieved, "Go to sleep, good night."

"Good night." Ji Yuyan warmed the fragrant nephrite in his arms, and fell asleep contentedly in obedience to his sleep.

On the second day, Ji Yuyan woke up naturally when he fell asleep. At about noon, Jing Xun lay on her pillow, still sleeping soundly.

Ji Yuyan looked at her jade carved ice sculpture with a smile on her lips. It is to have the satisfaction and stability of the world.

She stared at Jing Xiu's long curled eyelashes without blinking, counting one by one...

The phone on the bedside suddenly vibrated, Ji Youyan quickly reached out and pressed it off.

She turned her head to see what Jing Xiu didn't notice, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The call came from Yanzhou's mother. Ji Youyan frowned. He wanted to put the phone back and call back later. The phone vibrated again.

Or Zhong Qingyu.

Ji Yuyan hung up the phone again, sat up reluctantly, got out of bed lightly and went to the bathroom to call back.

After making two phone calls, I thought it was something important, but when I called back, I found that it seemed to be just a short daily chat among parents?

Ji Yooyan lowered his voice in the bathroom to speak, but was still worried about making Jingxun noisy, and wanted to find an excuse to make a long story short.

When she was about to hang up, Zhong Qingyu stopped her and confided the true intention of the call.

"Are you too high-profile lately? Even my colleagues are asking me about your public support for same-sex marriage." Zhong Qingyu tried to slow down his tone, but his tone of voice hit Ji Youyan's heart still hard.

"So?" Ji Youyan asked in a deep voice.

"That's why you said? It's too late for many people to hide from this matter. It's better for you to stand straight ahead, for fear that it won't be noticeable enough?" She read the media's summary, and Ji Youyan had lost many cooperations because of this.

"Everyone hides like this and is unwilling to stand up, so who will speak up? Even if I am not, I enjoy more social resources than others, and I should assume more social responsibilities for the progress of this society. Speak up. What's more, what am I?" This is what Jingxuan once hoped she had but she didn't dare to take it. How timid she was, she regretted it later.

"Can you decide if you are more than you and the other is less than you? Just because you are, you should be more cautious. Don't you know what's the situation between yourself and Jingxuan? Say, I don't want others to ask me again next time, The question is directly about the scandal between you and Jing Xuan." She originally intended that Ji Yuyan and Jing Xun's affairs were not really exposed, because that meant that Ji Yuyan's future would be frustrated.

But listening to Ji Yuyan's ears became another meaning.

"Are you afraid that I will be exposed and your faces will be dull?" Ji Youyan asked discouragedly. "People like us should hide in the corner quietly and stay alive, right?"

Zhong Qingyu suffocated. No face? What light is there on her and Ji Changsong's faces? Ji Youyan, who was regarded by everyone as a role model for her own children, gave up her great future. She and Ji Changsong have been laughing stocks for many years since she regretted marriage and dropped out of school. Not to mention that today she was not for the sake of face, even if she was for the sake of face, shouldn't she be blamed? Ji Yooyan and Jing Xun have a letter every week, and the envelopes are trying to make them understand them a little bit more. Then in empathy, they ask Ji Yooyan to understand them a little bit more. Shouldn’t they be considerate of their embarrassment after coming out?

Zhong Qingyu's heart was also cold.

The two broke up unhappy.

Jing Xiu woke up in a daze when the second phone call came. When Ji Yuyan entered the bathroom, there was a faint voice, and she woke up completely.

At the end of the conversation in the bathroom, it was obviously unpleasant. Jing Xiu's heart sank.

Afraid that Ji Yuyan would be embarrassed, Jing Xun quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep when he heard the sound of the bathroom opening.

Ji Yooyan sat back on the bed and was dazed for a while. Jing Xiu pretended to have just woke up, and put his arm around Ji Yooyan's waist.

Ji Yuyan was pleasantly surprised, with a smile on his face. She turned around and lay down, resting one hand on the pillow, and raising the bridge of Gu Jingxuan's nose with the other hand, saying, "My little lazy pig is awake."

Sunlight leaked into the light through the thick curtains, and under the dim light, Ji Youyan's smiling eyes seemed to flash stars.

Jing Xun felt pain in her heart, for Ji Youyan's pretending to be strong at this moment, and also for the countless times she pretended to be strong for Ji Yuyan that she might not have discovered.

"If I am a pig, then you are also a pig." She muttered, buried in Ji Youyan's waist. It's good to be like a pig, carefree, if she can make Yanyan happy like a pig.

Ji Yuyan enjoyed her rare attachment, rubbing the thin hair behind her head and said, "I am not. You are a pig, and I am a pig breeder."

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Xiu bit her angrily. Ji Yuyan yelled and laughed.

As Ji Yooyan had a rehearsal in the crew tomorrow, after lunch, the two of them stayed warm again. No matter how reluctant to give up, Ji Yooyan had to leave.

After staggering the departure time of Ji Yuyan, Jing Xiu left the hotel in disguise at night.

On the way to the airport, she answered Tao Xingruo's call.

"Where are you Xianxiu? Come back soon. Grandpa was taken into the hospital by his uncle." Tao Xingruo said anxiously.

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Come to think of it, hahaha, I said before that the hair was blown in Chapter Fifty. Congratulations to sister Ji for saving her head that almost froze.

Teacher Ji Meizizi: I also received a lot of spicy sticks~

Teacher Jing is ashamed: Shut up.

The melon-eating people who lost the spicy strips were heartbroken: What about Seiko? ! I'm so disappointed!

Thank you for the long comment on the indifferent character and cuteness, okay~