The man put his big palm on her sensitive waist, gently rubbing it, causing a scorching hot temperature, and the burning Song Wenting's cheeks flushed red.

She cast her eyes on the dark brown sofa, fluttering her eyelashes, bewildered and lustful, biting her lips as if she was annoyed by what she just said.

Soon the man grabbed her wrist with one hand, and led the white porcelain-like knuckle to the depths with one hand.

"How do you want to help?" He smashed into his eardrums in a low voice, but rolled out of his throat, "Huh?"

Song Wenting was completely stunned, and could only feel the sudden tightening of the apex of her heart and the temperature of the big palm that held her.

Soon, the trembling fingertips touched a piece of ice, and at that moment, he realized that it was his belt.

Wei pulled back his little hand quickly, Song Wenting was too shy to look up.

Ji Yanzhou was not strong either. He raised his hand to hold up Song Wenting's small Yingyu face, forcing her to meet his eyes. There was a bit of playfulness in those eyes, and he said with a smile, "Why? Don't you dare?"

Song Wenting blinked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, shook his head, and then nodded hurriedly: "Your hand is still injured, you should rest well."

The handsome face suddenly drew closer, right under her eyes, his thin lips hooked lightly: "But, I really want you to help me, what should I do?"

His eyes suddenly widened, and Song Wenting lost his voice.

It was like the first time she heard such explicit words, she was stunned for a while, her eyes dipped in water were first stunned, then shy, and instantly dyed the end of her eyes a little crimson.

However, Ji Yanzhou still looked innocent, and his black eyes pressed against her for a moment.

I can't tell if he was teasing her on purpose, or...

She looked down subconsciously, and just when she was about to fall into place, she hurriedly pulled back to his face.

She found the smile on his lips a little thicker.

Song Wenting licked his lips and said softly, "You still have an uninjured hand, you can..."

I can't speak any more here.

The man also hummed in a low voice: "Little liar."

Trembling in his heart, Song Wenting stroked his long hair and pretended to stand up naturally: "I'm going to wash first."

He suddenly said, "Where do I sleep?"

"Um?"

He leaned on the sofa casually, except for the conspicuous gauze on his arm, his posture was sloppy, and he hid in his words: "Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Lifting his eyelids, he stared directly at Song Wenting's face: "So, where do I sleep?"

Song Wenting recalled his words, and the image of sharing his bed with him two times before, and the words he wanted to explain stopped on his lips.

She is really not used to sleeping with people.

Ji Yanzhou got up and walked to the kitchen. Song Wenting followed behind him and realized that he was going to pour water. Thinking of the injured hand, she quickly picked up a glass of warm water for him and handed it to him carefully.

"There is only one room where Yao Yao has slept. If you don't mind, I will give you a new quilt cover."

After raising his head and drinking half a glass of water, Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell leisurely. He simply and ruthlessly said, "I don't mind."

"..."

Song Wenting paused for two seconds, then tentatively said, "How about... a sofa? Can you?"

After the words fell, the man's eyes became more emotional. He put down the glass and said in an unclear tone, "Okay, how about treating the wounded like this?"

Song Wenting pulled his almond eyes: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Move to my place." He leaned back towards the table, shaking his arm leisurely and added, "The master bed is very big."

Song Wenting: "?"

"But, I don't want to." Song Wenting slowly refused, this is where she and her grandmother lived for most of her life, she was a little reluctant.

"Teacher Song." Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell on the top of the woman's soft hair, and his tone was no longer playful, but a little serious, "I just moved to live for a while, it's not safe here."

It was easy for Wang Zhiyuan to find here, with a large flow of people and complex personnel, and the gatekeepers in the community were generally older.

What happened tonight said it all.

"Did that person just say it was Wang Zhiyuan?"

Ji Yanzhou: "He is very tight-lipped. Although he didn't say anything, there is no one else but him."

"Yeah." Song Wenting took a step forward, and the light fragrance that was leaning over swept over her, her eyes were full of worry: "You, pay attention to safety."

The peach blossom eyes were inexplicably frivolous, and the dark eyes were suppressed, and Ji Yanzhou also moved closer: "Worried about me?"

Song Wenting held back his heart and admitted.

"You also helped me back then, so, Ji Yanzhou, thank you." This belated thank you made both of them stunned.

In the trap set by Wang Zhiyuan and the others back then, Song Wenting almost fell into it. It was only because of Ji Yanzhou's words, "Be my girlfriend, is it okay?" She clings to this relationship and is able to escape.

"Help you?" Shen Ning for two seconds, but he suddenly leaned over, with a childish tone, "You know that the person I helped was never you."

If Song Wenting heard this sentence from his mouth before, Song Wenting must have been sad for a long time, but looking at the man in front of her, she smiled inexplicably: "Really?"

She looks coquettish, but her temperament is cool and indifferent to neutralize this sense of aggression. But once she showed some emotion, she looked like a seductive fairy.

The black eyes became darker and darker, Ji Yanzhou's jaw moved, and when he spoke again, he was a little annoyed: "Otherwise?"

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body, his half-drooped peach eyes deliberately pressed a little lazily, "You don't think I'm pretending to be in love with you because of you?" A sneer sounded in his ears, "Are you so self-indulgent? ?”

Song Wenting tilted her head and stared at him seriously. She was elegant and gentle, with a light posture all over her body.

It became more and more obvious that Ji Yanzhou's series of questioning was really superfluous, no doubt self-destructive.

The smile on his lips faded, and Song Wenting asked softly: "That means, no matter who was in my position back then, you would pretend to be a couple with her, right?"

"..."

Ji Yanzhou walked to the water dispenser again, poured a glass of water, and only left a broad back for her.

Silence is the default.

"Okay, I got it." A woman's dull voice sounded from behind, and Ji Yanzhou's eyebrows frowned more and more tightly.

He turned around, stepped in front of her with long legs, clicked his tongue a little irritably, and said in a cold voice: "Not everyone can do it."

His throat rolled, and after saying this, he began to swipe and pull out his cell phone to call Zhou Chen.

"Oh." Song Wenting's clear eyes followed, and the man spoke with his head lowered slightly, his loose hair hanging down from the side of his face, revealing a little of his auricle.

When she saw a little blush on the pale skin, the end of her eyes jumped, she couldn't believe it, and her heart was itchy and numb like an electric shock.

Did she just say nothing?

Just made fun of him.

Deliberately saying that he seems to have had different ideas about her from a very early age, so he was shy?

The man hung up the phone, his deep black eyes swept over, his face was cold, but he was always the one in charge, seemingly casual and wanton, and he often had unintelligible words on his lips.

Would such a person be sincere?

"What are you looking at?" His long fingers put away the phone, and his tone was a little harder.

"You." Song Wenting's almond eyes curved slightly, her expression was natural, "Look at you."

"..."

"nice."

Yes, unconscious flirting should be like this.

But how could she find that the man's eyes were wrong, he was getting more and more serious, grabbing her eyes as if he wanted to see through her.

With a heartbeat like a rabbit, Song Wenting was finally defeated. She opened her lips and was about to open her mouth when the man's low and hoarse voice came close to her eardrum.

"In the future, don't say these words to me."

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

Jun's face was pulled in again, and the clear breath penetrated into his nose. He suppressed his tone: "Otherwise, I don't know how he died in my arms."

Eyelashes couldn't help but flicker, Song Wenting raised his face, not afraid of the deliberately bad tone in his tone, pretending not to understand: "Will you hit me?"

I just heard him say leisurely: "I mean another meaning, I don't understand, little Bodhisattva."

"..."

Song Wenting clenched his fingers and dared not answer any more.

At 12 o'clock in the night, Song Wenting packed up her frequently used things. Zhou Chen brought a few tall boys in swarms.

She only took a week's worth of clothing.

Finally, he turned off the lights and walked out with Ji Yanzhou.

When they arrived at the palace, there was already an aunt waiting in the basement. Ji Yanzhou took her and introduced: "This is Aunt Zhang, who is from Yuchuan."

Aunt Zhang, whose full name is Zhang Qionghui, grew up taking care of the two brothers.

Aunt Zhang explained a few words with a smile, and her eyes met Song Wenting's little face, her eyes bursting with joy, "I have to take good care of such a good girl."

"Hello Aunt Zhang."

"Hey, Mrs. Ji." Although Aunt Zhang did not hide her familiarity with Ji Yanzhou in her words, she still had the proper etiquette, and her attitude was more disciplined and not overstepped, "Come in, please."

Song Wenting was a little uncomfortable with her name: "Aunt Zhang, it's so late, I'm still bothering you."

Zhang Qionghui concealed her surprise and replied a few words of her duty before entering the room.

The sky was dark and Song Wenting was very tired. After being brought to the master bedroom by Ji Yanzhou, she just wanted to lie down on the big bed and fall asleep.

"dont wash?"

After he reminded him, Song Wenting took out the pajamas from the suitcase, and then took the toiletries and went to the bathroom.

The eyelids began to fight, Song Wenting held on strong, washed quickly, and then felt dizzy, and fell asleep directly.

But she still has a good manner, restraining herself from occupying her own small territory. Never overstepping, never approaching, wrapping herself up like a silkworm baby, she fell into a deep sleep just like that.

He didn't even have the slightest memory of when Ji Yanzhou went to bed.

She only vaguely felt that she seemed to roll into a warm embrace halfway through, and the tip of her nose was full of reassuring smells. She seemed to have felt the feeling of her grandmother hugging her for a long time.

Hands unconsciously circled Fang Jin's waist, and her pink cheeks rubbed against her waist and abdomen from time to time.

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes, and saw the woman's curled eyelashes, and the small and straight nose tip with a little light, and her rosy lips were lightly licked by her, stained with water.

Not to mention that she kept drilling into his arms.

His cold brows curled up in an arc, and there seemed to be a little sweat on his forehead.

Wanting to reach out but afraid of waking her up, the injured arm felt sharp pain under the pressure.

The fundus of the eyes is even darker, who can sleep?

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