Luo Xi still didn't look at him.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the fingers spread out on her lap, feeling a little confused.
Living with an unreasonable man is simply torture.
Jing Mohao glanced at Jian Qing who was standing next to him, "I'm not leaving yet."
"Then I really want to leave.
Please stay with her more."
“If I don’t accompany my woman, who will accompany me?”
"" He must be meddling in other people's business.
Hearing Jian Qing's sound of closing the door from outside, Luo Xi fell into the gray and black octave space again.
The spring scenery outside is so bright and full of vitality, but it doesn't warm my heart.
She looked coldly at the cold-faced man next to her and remained silent.
Jing Mohao didn't say much, and lay beside her, wrapping her in his arms, thinking deeply.
Luo Xi listened to the steady heartbeat in his chest, which echoed with the weak pulse of her own pulse, intertwined harmoniously, like a sad piece of music.
Even if he was willing to say sorry now, they would never be able to go back to the past.
Time is so cruel that even if you want to go back in time, you can't find a reason to forgive.
She doesn't like being alone, she just doesn't want to be disappointed Jing Mohao didn't do anything, didn't cover himself with a quilt, didn't chat, and didn't do anything bad.
The two of them remained silent, surrounded by each other's breath.
The atmosphere is strange and unchangeable.
Luo Xi couldn't breathe under his strong masculine aura.
She couldn't help but want to escape, so she turned over in his arms and turned her back to him.
But the movement of turning around was too restrained, the hem of the nightgown hung on the button on the man's chest, and the smooth shoulders were exposed to the man's eyes.
Jing Mohao's eyes darkened, and he kissed the smooth surface gently.
His arms tightened around the woman's slender waist, and he kneaded her into his body.
Luo Xi frowned, snarled softly, and moved her body to avoid his lips.
Jing Mohao woke up immediately, stopped what he could do next, and gently pulled down the corner of her clothes hanging on his body, covering that tempting shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Luoxi, I don't want you to let her go."
You'd better stay still while I fuck you."
Luo Xi rested her head on his arm beneath her head, stopped moving, turned her back to him, and gently closed her eyes.
Suddenly, his stomach was empty, and a faint "gurgling" sound came from the bed, which was caught by the man's sensitive ears.
Jing Mohao gently raised the corners of his lips, "I'm hungry."
Luo Xi closed her eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep and refusing to make a sound.
At the only moment when she could build up her self-esteem, her stomach was so weak.
Luo Xi held on to the feeling of being empty, her stomach kept screaming in her abdomen, and she didn't even want to say a word to him.
The man's palm slipped into the hem of her skirt, and his dry and warm palm touched her sunken belly, and he felt clear in his heart.
He placed a kiss on the woman's stubborn face, stared at her long and slightly trembling eyelashes and said softly, "What do you want to eat?"
"You don't have to worry about it."
Luo Xi gave him a ruthless sentence and buried her face in the pillow, not wanting to be stared at by him like this.
Jing Mohao squeaked softly, leaving a trace of tenderness on her evasive face again.
He took his arms out from under her body, pulled up the quilt for her, got out of bed and walked out.
Luo Xi listened to the man's footsteps walking away from the door, looking puzzled
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