You take a shower first, the smell of alcohol is too strong for me." She frowned.

"Hypocritical." Rong Jincheng raised his head and for the first time did not force her, but stared at her.

The light illuminated Rong Jincheng's black hair, glowing with a little silver light.

Han Yurou's long hair was spread out on the bed sheets, making her skin even whiter. The room was very quiet and silent for a moment.

He stared at her, and she looked at him.

They hadn't seen each other for a month, and there was no change in Rong Jincheng's eyes, but his eyes were deeper and more difficult for her to understand.

His fingers frivolously slid beside her cheek: "Long time no see, I look better."

"Maybe."

"Miss me? Huh?"

"What do you think?" There was no expression on her face, only her lips opening and closing slightly.

"Needless to say, I know you don't miss me, and I'm self-aware." Rong Jincheng chuckled, "Having you for two years is not as good as raising a pet cat. Maybe it will meow at me, what do you think?

"

"Then why didn't you keep a cat in the first place and insisted on detaining me in Jinyuan?" She asked back, staring into his eyes. She could see that Rong Jincheng was drunk, and most likely he didn't say anything he said.

Conscious.

"Of course you are more useful than a cat. No matter how well-behaved the cat is, I can't sleep. You are different." He smiled.

"You must be tired of sleeping with me for two years. You have so many women, why do you have to leave me in Jinyuan to torture me? Do I have any grudge against you?"

"Do you think there is any grudge?" He looked at her meaningfully, his eyes gradually darkened with indifference, and his expression became slightly stiffer.

During this period, Han Yurou was almost certain that he and her father had a deep relationship, almost a deep hatred.

But she still didn't understand how he, a young man in his early twenties, and her father could have such deep hatred.

Never figured it out.

I don’t know if tonight is an opportunity.

"How can I understand your thoughts, are you right? I haven't understood you for two years. No one can figure out what Mr. Rong doesn't want to say."

"Then don't try to touch it." He lowered his head, his eyes implying a warning, and there was an aura of danger on his body.

For a moment, Han Yurou didn't know how drunk he was, so she pushed him with her hand: "Go take a shower, you smell too strong."

"What does it smell like?" he asked deliberately.

"It smells of alcohol and perfume."

"Let me smell you."

Rong Jinchengtian lowered his head shamelessly, smelling the scent of Han Yurou like a dog, really like a little puppy.

Han Yurou was made uncomfortable by him and kept pushing him: "Go away, you idiot."

"It smells so good... Have you changed your shower gel? It didn't smell like this after you took a shower before."

"Just replaced a bottle."

"Everything you use smells good." He buried his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing around, kissing her while sniffing.

"I just took a shower and you smelled like alcohol." Han Yurou was unhappy.

"No more." Rong Jincheng raised his head obediently, "No more, I'm going to take a shower, don't be upset."

"No."

"When he said no, his face dropped." Rong Jincheng deliberately scratched her creaky pit.

"Rong Jincheng, what are you doing!" Han Yurou was caught off guard.

"Hehe." He smiled darkly and happily, as if he had found something fun, like a child.

He tickled her a few more times before letting her go, with a bright smile on his face.

Han Yurou was extremely helpless.
Chapter completed!