She made herself better, became a lady, and became more qualified to stand beside him. When she came back that day, he thought he would be the same as her warm feelings, but he didn't expect that he had become strange and didn't know her very well.
Strange eyes made her feel cold.
But his outline was exactly the same as that of his childhood, with a knife cut face and a face as beautiful as a God. A little bit, Jiang Jie seemed to be bewitched, and she sat up.
She couldn't help but stretch out her hand. She wanted to touch his face.
When she was about to touch his face, his eyelashes trembled slightly. Jiang Jie immediately withdrew her hand and her heart beat 'Bang'.
Later, she bit her lower lip, gently raised her hand, gradually getting closer and closer to him, and was about to touch his cheek.
Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Next second.
His eyes were red and he clamped her neck for a moment.
Jiang Jie's face turned pale, she could not breathe, and her face gradually turned red. She kept patting his arm. Looking at him, she looked like a madman, as if she had had a nightmare. She was scared. What was the matter?
She quickly calmed down, "Qichen..."
This made Bo Qichen suddenly calm down.
He looked down and saw... Tang Qingge lying under him.
The aroma of incense made him dizzy. He shook his head and took a closer look.
Tang Qingge's eyes were red. The corners of his eyes were crimson with tears. He looked at him wrongly. It seemed that he was complaining why he pinched her. He pinched her and cried.
A string in his mind broke, and he couldn't even consider why she appeared on his bed. He let go of his hand and shook his hands for a long time before wiping the corners of her eyes.
His voice trembled. "Sorry."
Jiang Jie was scared to death.
He tried to strangle her for a while, and then wiped her tears. His eyes moved her with pity. What was the matter?
He looked at her pinched red neck with his fingerprints on it and asked.
Jiang Jie was stunned. She suddenly realized that he was not asking her. Through his eyes, she saw another woman in his heart. She was strongly unwilling to overflow her mind for a moment.
How could she be inferior to Tang Qingge!
Jiang Jie shook her head gently, then lifted her eyes and found that his eyes were scarlet and his breath was unstable. It was obvious that the medicine had dominated her mind.
As soon as she gritted her teeth, she whispered softly and stroked his face. "Are you very uncomfortable?"
She let herself hold back her shyness and took a step closer. Her eyes lingered on his face. "In fact... I can help you."
Thin Qichen's pupil contracted.
In his eyes, Tang Qingge's face was shy. He looked at him affectionately with a pair of misty eyes. The eyes were like wine, which made him intoxicated. He felt a fire running in his body.
She said she could help him.
The black eyes are dark, and the lust inside is obvious.
Jiang Jie waited for a long time. When she heard his deep voice turn on, her voice was already hoarse. "Are you sure?"
She pinched her hand, not knowing whether to be envious or sad.
She climbed onto his broad back and whispered in his ear, "of course, I'm yours."
She said.
I'm yours.
His eyes shyly made him breathe, and then he gasped unsteadily. He stood on the bed and looked down at the people under him. Her eyes and expression hooked him, and even her hair hooked him everywhere.
His dark pupil was suffused with penetrating color, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "aren't you afraid?"