Jiang Qiyue's heart trembled slightly, and she could hear some nervousness in her voice.
The lights are bright, and as soon as He Jingtian walks in, they can meet and recognize each other.
She didn't know if they could still get along with each other as casually as before after meeting He Jingtian face to face. Instead, they would have more restrictions and taboos.
Just as she was thinking about what to say, the lights in the room were suddenly turned off.
He Jingtian walked in, "I've been looking at the computer in the study all night. My eyes hurt. Do you mind if I turn off the light?"
Jiang Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "I don't mind."
He Jingtian said lightly "Yeah" and walked into the bathroom.
After a while, he walked out of the shower. There was no light in the room. He could hardly see anything, but he knew the structural layout of the room very clearly.
He walked to the sofa and sat down, using a towel to dry his slightly wet short hair. He could smell the faint fragrance of the woman in the air.
Even if they don't have to be close together, it's enough to let him know that Jiang Qiyue is by his side.
The two of them just sat like this, and the atmosphere changed subtly.
Jiang Qiyue asked in a low voice, "I heard that your mouth will swell after eating fennel?"
"Well, it's swollen." And his voice was hoarse.
Jiang Qiyue felt a little guilty, "Then let me help you apply some medicine?"
"good."
Jiang Qiyue had been holding the medicine in her hand, and it was warmed by her palms. She had good eyesight, and even if there was only a hazy light in the room, she could clearly see He Jingtian's cold and handsome face.
The ointment-stained fingertips gently touched the man's sexy thin lips. His lips were not cold as in the impression, but warm.
She moved her fingertips gently along the full lips, and could feel the swelling of the skin. At this time, his mouth should be... swollen like a sausage?
Thinking of this, Jiang Qiyue couldn't help laughing.
"What's so funny?" He Jingtian said stubbornly, "Don't even think about why my mouth is swollen?"
"I didn't know you were allergic to fennel, but you insisted on eating so much even though you knew it would make you uncomfortable. Do you blame me?" Jiang Qiyue said in dissatisfaction.
He Jingtian's hoarse voice was full of magnetism, "Humph, you expressed the word ungrateful very vividly."
"If I were ungrateful, I wouldn't give you any scratches now. Just be content!"
He Jingtian was so angry with her that he had nowhere to express his resentment, so he took the opportunity to bite her fingertips. The woman screamed and retracted her hand.
"No more wiping, I want to go back to sleep."
Jiang Qiyue stood up from the sofa angrily like an angry cat and walked to the bed. He Jingtian chased after him, "I didn't try too hard, so there's no need to be angry..."
His foot tripped on something, and he fell onto the bed with Jiang Qiyue in his arms.
The two people's lips touched together, and a cold touch came. Jiang Qiyue felt that her heart was about to jump out!
The man's thick hormonal scent hit her nostrils, sweeping her whole body into it like a whirlpool!
She reached out to push He Jingtian, but he hugged her instead, holding her in his arms like a cute fluffy cat.
He Jingtian's cold voice slowly penetrated into her cochlea, "Just let me hold you for a while, just for a while..."
