rose in his heart

Chapter 32

After snorting, the blood in his body surged up to his neck, and that indifferent and high face in the past was also stained with some unavoidable emotions.

Chu Jin's eyes were straightforward and naked.

After a few seconds, he seemed to realize something, and instantly slammed the phone on the table with his backhand. When the screen touched the table, there was a crisp collision.

Chu Jin took a deep breath, his Adam's apple twitched, and he looked at the gray wall in front of him.

And in the next second, the cold gray wall silently turned into a photo sent to her by Xing Zhu.

Chu Jin closed his eyes, and the same was in his mind.

Everywhere.

There are four photos that the woman Xing Zhu sent him... four photos of her private house.

Although the photo was not considered sexy, it directly and irritatingly pierced the evil root in the man's bones, soaking up all the possessive and possessive desires in his body, and stuffed his entire chest.

In the first photo, Xing Zhu is wearing pajamas and sitting half-kneeling on the tatami. The rose on the collarbone is like a sharp weapon to seduce people, and only on her body can it become a sharp weapon.She rested her chin on her slender wrist, staring at the camera with hazy eyes.

In the second photo, Xing Zhu was eating a cake, and the tip of his tongue touched the knife and fork, as if by accident.But it is because it is unintentional that it is the most seductive to the extreme.

In the third photo, Xing Zhu put the camera on her face, capturing the delicate lines of her skin and herself reflected in her eyes.

Fourth photo...

Chu Jin stopped his thoughts, took a deep breath, inserted his five fingers into his wet black hair, and made the final calm down.

About 5 minutes passed, and his recovery completely ended in failure.

No one can resist Xingzhu's deliberate temptation.

nobody.

The sound of running water sounded again in the bathroom, and the tall and straight figure of the man was reflected on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

About half an hour later, Chu Jin came out of the bathroom again, exuding his irritability all over his body, his thin lips were almost pursed into a line, and the emotions in his eyes were also heavy.

There was still an unread message displayed on the phone. After he clicked on it, he found that it was a question mark sent to him by Xing Zhu.

There is only one question mark.

After posting four photos earlier, she only sent a simple question mark.

But Chu Jin saw through her casual handling from the inside.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

He casually replied with a voice, and his voice was not warm.

"Generally, don't send it next time."

Not long after the message was sent, Xing Zhu also returned the voice.

After her voice is recorded by the system, it will always wear away some of the coldness of reality, and become like a reserved and coquettish voice.

Chu Jin clicked on Xing Zhu's voice.

Xing Zhu, "Really...then why did you watch for four, ten minutes and five seconds?"

He stared at the conversation on the screen, silent for a few seconds.

The next moment, the man didn't know what he thought of, pulled the corner of his lips, and put down the phone.
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the other side.

Xing Zhu waited almost half an hour for news from Chu Jin before he realized what he meant to interrupt the chat.

Although she went to take a shower for half an hour and didn't spend it all waiting for him, Xing Zhu still expressed her displeasure at Chu Jin's behavior of disrespecting WeChat chat etiquette and making others wait in vain.

After she finished applying body lotion all over her body, she went to light the aromatherapy on the dressing table.

It is the same type of incense as Sandal Road by Diptyque.The scent of sandalwood mixed with rouge smell is too cold and solitary for the world, or too mundane for the cold. The tangled and complicated taste constitutes its uniqueness.

Xing Zhu suddenly remembered that Yu Qing once said that the taste of sandalwood Taoism has a overlapping similarity with her.But she doesn't have that kind of rouge, what she has is a kind of silent bewitchment, which makes people want to possess, plunder, and be seduced by her.

The words were too mysterious, and Xing Zhu felt that Yu Qing had read too many novels.She is just a speck of mortal dust in the vast world, where did so many crooked descriptions come from.

When applying the cream, Xing Zhu rubbed a little towards the lower neck, and when she touched the raised rhizome of the rose, she paused.

When this scar was healed, it was not repaired well, resulting in some hyperplasia.

Later, she went to get a rose tattooed, and she didn't care about it.

Now I find that the hyperplasia seems to be slowly repairing itself.

Women always hope that they are perfect and flawless. It is a good thing that the hyperplasia can be repaired by itself. There is nothing unhappy about Xingzhu.

However, there was nothing to be happy about.

Because since the scar exists, she accepts all the imperfections it brings.

It not only refers to the scars and roses brought by accepting it, but also the memory she lost eight years ago, the broken family because of it, and the three heads that Xing Qin kowtowed for her.

Rubbing the icy fingertips at the roots, Xing Zhu looked at himself in the mirror, his thoughts in a trance.

She still doesn't know what happened eight years ago, why she suffered from stress amnesia, and why, when she woke up, she had this scar on her body.

No one could tell her why all this happened.

No one told her how she would end up with all the chaos caused by this incident.

She only learned with the passage of time and the changes in the world that she has no power to control what happens in this world, including her own destiny.

No one could help her, and God let her go.

Pulling out his thoughts from the cold thoughts and memories, Xing Zhu suddenly felt cold all over his body.

She looked behind her, and the curtains were fluttering by the wind outside the window.

The weather forecast reminded that the typhoon 'Qiangwei' passed by Jiangcheng tonight, and the wind speed would increase.

She walked over, closed the window, and the cold wind wrapped around her ears, making a low-pitched cry.

Xing Zhu suddenly thought, why can't people become wind, air, or dust.

Then you can cry at will, scream at will, and live in a posture that no one knows at will.

Without much thought, Xing Zhu returned to the tatami.

Feeling uncomfortable sitting, she lay back on the bed and looked at her phone.

Not long after, WeChat reminded Yu Qing to call her on WeChat.

Yu Qing should be in the imperial capital now, call her right now...

Xing Zhu frowned, pressed the switch, and said lightly, "What's wrong?"

The wind howled on Yu Qing's side, and Xing Zhu heard her voice was also drowned in the wind, intermittently.

She listened to it several times before she realized that Yu Qing was swearing.

Oh no, scold the typhoon.

"I~what~you~why is Jiangcheng~ so windy!"

Xing Zhu, "...are you in Jiangcheng?"

Yu Qing yelled wildly over there, "I took a ~fly~plane and came to Jiang~city! Come and pick me up~ the wind is so strong!!"

Xingzhu, "..."

She glanced at the squalling wind outside the window.

Silence for two seconds.

Just hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)