Ji Mingzhu carefully recalled what Xia Jiang Ji had just said.

What does it mean to keep taking off if she wants to...?

She just expressed this meaning?

It was obvious that her initial idea was just to disturb him and prevent him from working with peace of mind.

Jiang Ji's thinking probably circled most of the earth and ran to the southern hemisphere, which was far away.

Ji Mingzhu calmed down, smiled slightly, and hugged her shoulders with both hands. “If I really continue, I don’t know who will get the advantage.”

Although she said that, she was as calm as a mountain on the surface, but her body was so honest that she moved back two steps slightly.

Although the movements and amplitude are slight, they cannot deceive people at all.

It's hiding from him.

Jiang Ji took Ji Mingzhu's every move into his eyes, and his tone was neither fast nor slow, "Who else can be here?"

He looked clear and didn't say the four big words "I'm cheaper".

Seeing that Ji Mingzhu had no response for a long time, Jiang Jiji stood up and began to untie his cufflinks, with his eyebrows and eyes lowered, "When it comes to this, it seems that I am more neat than you."

Ji Mingzhu's face was full of question marks, but she saw that Jiang Ji easily unbuttoned her cufflinks after he finished speaking, and then put her hand on the collar.

He looks like he is ready to wear clothes and untied his belt anytime, anywhere.

"You...stop!" Ji Mingzhu quickly stopped him, her tone a little weak, "If you want to take a shower, go to the bathroom."

That is the place for him to play.

In a place where no one could see it, no one knew that Ji Mingzhu's ear tips had quietly heated up. Hidden behind her curly hair, it was red, like a blood-dropping agate.

On the small living room, the area is narrow and narrow, and the flow factors between the air begin to stagnate.

The cold wind outside the house beats, and the inside is as warm as spring. The two of them are wearing light clothes in such a mid-winter, and the distance is so close.

Ji Mingzhu felt that the carpet under her feet was like glue, so sticky that she didn't want to walk around.

Jiang Ji, who was standing opposite her, still kept moving, but his eyebrows were slightly frowning and his voice was slightly raised, "Oh?"

When the ending rhyme is left enough, he slowly replenishes.

"But you said that this is a public space, do whatever you want?"

Ji Mingzhu took a deep breath, "But I am not as excessive as you. Why? After taking off your top, you still want to take off your pants?"

Make him capable!

Does Ji Mingzhu look like the kind of person who will covet him?!

——Okay, although she had just arrived at the hotel hall today, she looked downward and looked Jiang Ji over and looked at him, and it seemed that there was indeed a trend.

But when I go to see it secretly, it is still very different from the one that comes to my door to ask you for your taste.

At least, in Ji Mingzhu's opinion, this is true.

"Do you want to see?" After hearing her muttering, Jiang Ji turned his head and looked at her unbiasedly.

Ji Mingzhu refused simply and neatly, "I don't want to! Anyway...you go and take a shower."

She was really afraid that this man with a great appearance and figure would do what he said.

Then if she keeps her eyes open, wouldn't she be embarrassed in front of him?

Jiang Ji's face still looked cold and dead, but his tone seemed to be a little Shu Ran.

"Listen to you," he said.

...

Jiang Ji returned to the room and took out his clothes, and then went into the bathroom again.

This suite has three bathrooms in total. Apart from the master bath, the two bedrooms have their own washing spaces, which are all very large in terms of area.

Ji Mingzhu did not go to her room, but chose the master bathroom outside because there was an extra dressing table there.

When she was in bed, she had to apply it in front of the mirror for at least a long time, and it took twenty minutes before she could be considered the basics.

But Jiang Ji didn't think so much about it. The one he entered happened to be the one outside.

In Ji Mingzhu's opinion, it was completely bad intentions.

Not to mention the others, he doesn't wash in his room and insists on coming outside. Could it be that he has a special liking?

Clean up office utensils, enter the room, get clothes, and then leave the room.

The actions that Jiang Ji did seemed to have been deliberately slowed down by the clock, and fell into Ji Mingzhu's eyes, making them clear and clear.

When a blurry figure was printed on the frosted glass on the master bath, the sound of washing was gradually heard in his ears, Ji Mingzhu gradually became immersed.

Jiang Ji's last sentence was both light and light, but the amount of information was amazing, as if a thunder broke out on the calm lake.

After wave after wave, the peripheral nerves were constantly washed away in her mind.

Ji Mingzhu stood there like this, repeatedly thinking about Jiang Ji's tone just now.

——Listen, you,

No matter how I think about it, is it her illusion?

Does this slightly indulgent feeling of pampering really come from Jiang Ji's mouth?

Ji Mingzhu raised her two thin white arms, bent her elbows, held her cheeks upwards, and touched them twice.

The touch that fell into the palm of your hand was warm, warm, like the charcoal thrown in the stove, just burning the core.

She returned to her room like a wandering soul and wanted to do nothing.

All the activities before going to bed were cancelled, and I had no intention of brushing my phone, so I simply pulled the thin quilt and covered myself.

Ji Mingzhu was quietly spraining on the mattress. She wanted to force herself to fall asleep, but the closed eyes seemed to present a chaotic world, and she refused to let go of any part about memories, and was overwhelmed like a sea of ​​pressure.

The picture frame after frame, like a lantern, with the wheel shafts rotating and endless cycles.

Ji Mingzhu let herself do this for a while, and then suddenly bounced off the bed.

The soft bed was very flexible due to her movements, and she swayed on it and then swayed.

Ji Mingzhu looked back with her hands, half-supported her body, and looked up to the direction of the main bathroom on the side of the small living room.

There is a change of brightness and dimness over there, the boundary line is not clear, the lights are extremely luxurious, and they pour in along the soft carpet.

Jiang Ji should still be washing.

Ji Mingzhu muttered for a while - at this moment, she really wanted to immediately lift the glass door of the bathroom and give him a high-definition and uncoded video recording of his entire body.

Taking advantage of the lights in the house, she suddenly leaned back and lay on the bed again.

My eyes closed and closed, but I still had no sleepiness.

It really made her unable to sleep well.

......Jiang Ji, this stinky bastard!

It took me a long time before Ji Mingzhu felt that her eyes were blurred and her consciousness also entered a state of light sleep with her relaxed body.

She could only feel the sound of footsteps raising her ears slowly.

A black shadow came over and quickly moved away again.

All the light seemed to be completely destroyed in the next moment, and the world fell into dark silence.

Finally, she thrust her nose.

Sleeping in peace.

...

Although Ji Mingzhu slept heavily on this night, she was not at ease.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she and Jiang Ji were lingering in their necks, playing and playing like mandarin ducks.

But the mandarin duck was in the water, and the two of them were right in front of the frosted glass in the bathroom.

Jiang Ji unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt one by one, then took up her little hand, and pressed her thin and vigorous abdomen without any refusal.

The forceless movements, forced movements, and his slowly lowered his head and lowered his eyes, only looking at her wet and bright eyes.

Everything, like a deep sea, with the whirlpool version of the mystery, attracted people to sink inward.

Jiang Ji's shallow breath, with warmth, sprayed all on the side of her neck.

Finally, he asked, "Do you like it?"

In Ji Mingzhu's senses, she became hotter and hotter and felt more and more breathless.

Breathing is like a misplayed piece of music.

Then she suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.

——The line of vision just stays on the chandelier above my head.
To be continued...