?Different from the commercial apartment building that Jiang Ying rents, Dongming Jiayuan is relatively secluded, the community is far away from the bustling market, and the landscape plants in the garden filter the noise. Close the doors and windows at night, except for the occasional howling north wind, you can almost hear a needle drop.
On the two-meter-large bed, the two were lying stiff.
No one has been able to mend the emotional scars caused by the quarrel so quickly, and temporary alienation is inevitable. It just depends on which side can't bear it first, they are all waiting.
Meng Jingshu's lax treatment of feelings over the years has brought him a disadvantage at this moment. When faced with this kind of problem, he is quite unfamiliar, not because his head is too noble to be lowered, but simply because he doesn't know what to do, and he is afraid that if something goes wrong, it will make things worse.
But Jiang Ying was different. She can say hundreds of apologies and explanations, all kinds of love words and promises, no matter how bad it is, she can tease his desire simply and rudely like last time. She has ten thousand ways to please him.
But she didn't want to.
Times have changed, and they finally came together. If it's not just for instant pleasure, if it's not just for desire, if he wants more, then what she asks of him will be different.
It's fine to be happy all the time, but as long as she encounters the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, she can't help becoming mean. For her, Meng Jingshu is not only a "favorite man", he is a sweet and melancholy memory, a long time, and a part that she once gritted her teeth and wanted to let go. She couldn't turn a blind eye to the past. But in the final analysis, in the past, she was just stubborn, doing whatever she wanted, singing a one-man show alone, even if she was injured, she chose it herself, so what does it have to do with him.
She shouldn't be so narrow-minded, she hates self-pity.
Jiang Ying exhaled depressedly and said in a low voice, "Good night."
She broke down the barrier first, and Meng Jingshu immediately leaned over. The deliberate alienation was really hard to bear.
The feeling of hugging has been imprinted in the body, and Jiang Ying is hard to resist. But there was a thorn in her heart, and she knew she didn't have to worry about it, but she didn't want to let it go.
Her contradictions turned into complaints, and she silently slammed at the people around her.
"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
That's all he ever said.
But she was just angry.
She didn't speak, was hugged into her arms, and still kept her back to him. Like a silent accusation.
After a while of silence, Meng Jingshu directly turned her over and kissed her lips eagerly. Jiang Ying quickly turned his face away, and his whole body was written all over his lack of cooperation.
But where can a person hide in his arms? He pressed his body up, making her unable to move, and fixed her head with his palm, and kissed her again.
Jiang Ying put her hands on his chest, trying to push her away, but was kissed harder, her tongue was grabbed, and he pressed her to wander in his mouth. He grasped the boundary between gentleness and toughness, and she was hopelessly drowsy.
She was feebly aware of the fact that such rough teasing worked for her as well.
His body was boiling hot, and everything couldn't be more natural.
Panting heavily, she pulled his hair as if venting. The subtle pain intensified his presumptuousness.
Jiang Ying bit her lip and couldn't help crying.
After cleaning up, Meng Jingshu hugged her tightly again.
It seems that since the first time he came to his house, he would hug her, kiss or touch her afterwards, and never neglected her.
Jiang Ying couldn't restrain the soreness in his heart, so he wiped her tears tirelessly.
"Don't cry" He kissed her heavy eyelids, "I didn't mean to be bad to you I missed you so much, so I came back early. I didn't mean to quarrel with you, so I'm not angry anymore, huh?"
Jiang Ying shrank into his arms: "I don't want to quarrel with you I really forgot to wear the ring, so don't always think I did it on purpose"
Her voice was so hoarse that Meng Jingshu felt her heart was about to be crushed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" He stroked her soft hair and kept kissing her.
Jiang Ying slowly stopped her tears and said in a low voice: "No need to apologize, I was also at fault. I have a bad attitude."
Meng Jingshu said: "That was also my first mistake."
Jiang Ying was taken aback.
He added: "Wear the ring properly from now on. If you need to take it off, remember to put it back on afterwards, okay?" He paused and said seriously, "I really care."
Jiang Ying hugged him and said, "Okay."
Her voice was hidden in his chest, softly: "I always feel that when I am with you, I will become very unlike myself."
Sometimes ghostly, sometimes sharpmean.
Meng Jingshu sighed: "Me too."
Jiang Ying said: "I have become bad, you are not."
Meng Jingshu shook his head: "You are fine."
He went to kiss her again.
Until now, Jiang Ying was so sleepy, kissed him for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.
Meng Jingshu caressed her back, and pressed her lips against her forehead. I still miss it when I hold it in my arms, and my heart beats when it melts into my body. He didn't know what to do.
He was also tired, closed his eyes, his consciousness was blurred, and he was still thinking about her. Want to hold on to her.
At a certain moment, he whispered her name.
She woke up with a start.
The person in front of him closed his eyes and frowned, not knowing whether he was awake or talking in his sleep.
"I love you, Jiang Ying."
Really, how much love?
"I love you," he said again, his voice trembling from his chest. As if no response was needed, it was his own pious oath.
Her eyes fogged up.
This sentence I have waited too long.
It's been a long time since she suddenly got it at this moment, it's hard for her to tell the difference between joy and sorrow. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com