"It's not that you don't like this, it's that you don't like me touching you." Ji Ziyuan's hand wandering around her waist gradually became colder, and his voice clung to her ears and lips. It was obviously very gentle, but it was like a poisonous tongue hissing across her.

, "You haven't learned a lesson about what happened in the afternoon?"

Ruan Yan stiffened and bit her lip, as if she had been struggling in her heart for a century. Her body relaxed and her tone became much softer, "No, I sweated during filming today and ate hot pot again. My body is very sticky."

, it’s not very comfortable, can you let me take a shower? I can’t run, what are you doing in such a hurry?”

It was rare for her to explain aloud, and she had been unabashedly indifferent and resistant in the past.

Ji Ziyuan noticed her change, stood up straight with rare curiosity, and looked at her with a probing look in his deep eyes, "Really?"

"Really." Ruan Yan nodded, but lowered his head, revealing a section of the snow-white neck at the back.

"Go ahead."

Ji Ziyuan looked at her intently for a few seconds and said, "Don't close the door when you take a shower. I will come in later."

"......good."

Ruan Yan got off the bar, picked up her bag and quickly went upstairs.

In the dressing room, she opened a small bottle, took out a pill, and choked it down her throat.

Less than ten minutes after entering the bathroom, she finished washing her long black hair, and the door was suddenly opened.

Ji Ziyuan leaned against the door frame, his eyes falling on her casually. Under the shower, the woman's long black hair was attached to a beautiful and refined little face, and the hot water washed over her crystal lips.

A visual scene pierced into his pupils.

Ji Ziyuan slowly took off Sven's glasses and walked straight in.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Ziyuan came out of the bathroom with the woman in his arms and put him on the bed. When his eyes met the woman's charming eyes, he lost control again.

Ruan Yan's body seemed to have been run over by several wheels, and it became completely different from his own.

She was unfamiliar with such strong feelings.

Once upon a time, Ruan Yan's body did not belong to her. When Ning Xiaoxiao was born, she was only eighteen years old. She had experienced youthfulness and pain in her youth, but she also had happiness, but it was too short-lived, and she was unwilling to recall it.

After it was over, she stared at the ceiling blankly.

Ji Ziyuan was quite gentle and took a towel to wipe her, then changed into clean new sheets before holding her in his arms again.

He leaned against the bed, holding a cigarette in one hand and holding her in the other.

"So enthusiastic tonight?" Ji Ziyuan took a puff of cigarette, and the tobacco-flavored blue-white smoke slowly spurted out from under the bridge of his nose, "Tsk, I almost died on you."

Ruan Yan's delicate body trembled, she lowered her head, and said nothing. She just moved her head on his chest, face down.

"Why didn't you say anything?" At this moment, Ji Ziyuan was in a good mood.

He has been too tense these past two days and has been in a bad mood.

I let it all out tonight.

Especially the woman who used to be like a dead fish seems to have finally been developed by him. As a man, I still feel a sense of accomplishment.

"I don't know why I am like this." Ruan Yan suddenly said.

Ji Ziyuan smiled, touched her little face gently, and said mean words from his beautiful thin lips, "Why are you pretending? It's not like you haven't done it with Pei Mochen before."

Ruan Yan: "..."


Chapter completed!