After the passion, two striped bodies slept on the bed face to face, like two newborn babies, like Adam and Eve. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Chinese.>

Jing Jiaren's hair was sticky with sweat, and the whole room was filled with lingering ambiguity and lewdness~squeak.

Simon hooked his fingers and tossed her hair aside.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his big palm and put it on his face: "Long Ting......"

She rubbed back and forth, wanting to keep going on like this.

If you want him to possess her and be closely connected to her, then she will feel that they belong to each other.

Once separated, she felt unreachable, and her heart was empty......

Simon Longting kissed her forehead: "You're tired." ”

"I'm not tired yet."

"Sleep."

"I can't sleep...... Jing Jiaren opened a pair of big eyes, "You tell me a story." ”

"Story?"

"Well, so I can fall asleep quickly." Jing Jiaren was uneasy, and this sweet warmth made her feel confused and afraid of the future. She felt that she was starting to be selfish, and she wanted to be reluctant to leave this happiness that had been so hard to come by.

Simon Longting stretched out his hand, put her head in his arms, and held her right hand: "Once upon a time there was a person who called me to love you, and another person called me not to love you. But one day I don't love you and die, who do you say is left? ”

"It's also called a story?" Jing Jiaren was speechless, "If you want to hear that, just say it." ”

"Answer me."

"Well, that's all that's left to say 'I love you.'"

"I love you too." Simon Longting kissed her upturned nose. Warm kisses.

It warmed her heart all the way.

"Same story, but with a different ending. One day I love you to die, who is left? ”

Jing Jiaren looked at him fixedly: "I don't love you." ”

Ximen Longting cupped her face and said intently, "But I still love you-"

“……”

"Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you. Love is miserable for you. Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren's right hand and said, "Only you can wear this ring, except for you, no one will be my Ximen Longting's wife." ”

Jing Jiaren looked at the watch.

He leaned in and said, "Meeting you, falling in love with you, and having you is the most beautiful thing in my life." ”

After saying this, he pressed a certain button.

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Are you recording again?" ”

Ximen Longting hugged Jing Jiaren: "I've been looking for opportunities. ”

"Huh?"

"I'm not good at expressing myself, I'm not a person who can talk to love." He looked at her heavily.

Let him inexplicably record his voice into a tape recorder, and he can't think of any good lines at all.

The most beautiful love words are not deliberately spoken, but the most true and natural expression of emotions.

So when he gave her the watch, he didn't let her listen to the recording—because it hadn't been recorded at all.

"Now you can listen." He pursed his lips and smiled sinisterly.

Jing Jiaren glared at her, no wonder he suddenly held her right hand when he was telling that story.

"You've been planning it for a long time?"

"Improvised."

"And say that you don't know how to talk about love - it's just a set," Jing Jiaren pinched his ear, "Oily and smooth, sweet words." Where did you go to school? ”

Ximen Longting stared at her solemnly: "No matter how fleshy the love words are, I will only tell you alone." ”

"You just said this watch is a ring?"

"To me, it is."

Such a unique ring......