Deliberately addicted

Chapter 133 Kissing with You Can Cure Diseases

After the kiss was over, Jiang Li was not greedy for tenderness.

He looked down at Liang Zhouyue, who was looking down at his fingers.She had already ignored the fact that she was kissed by the man in front of her just now.

She saw that an excessively heavy diamond ring had been put on her pale and tender ring finger.

Not to mention pigeon eggs, but not ordinary either.

Liang Zhouyue raised her head unexpectedly, just in time to catch the strong smile on Jiang Li's face, whether it was young and frivolous, or rebellious in her bones.

His tone was presumptuous and casual: "Can you trap your beautiful sister?"

Liang Zhouyue leaned in front of him, looking up innocently, like a beautiful and delicate Barbie doll.

Jiaohan nodded, and then she suddenly realized something, her eyes were wide open, her tone was low but she couldn't hide her astonishment: "You are not asking me to marry you, are you?"

If this is a marriage proposal, Liang Zhouyue absolutely cannot agree.

In the dark corridor, she probably had already taken off her make-up, and 1 thoughts suddenly popped up in her mind.

Hearing this, Jiang Li put his arms around her shoulders, pulled her into his arms, leaned over and rubbed her earwheels affectionately.

Warm breath gushed against her ear, and the man's voice was full of laughter: "Do you want to marry me? If you want, I'll ask. If you don't, I'll go back and wait."

When he is prosperous, famous and rich, he will bring her to the public in an open and honest manner, and give her the loudest cheers and blessings.

His dream is F1, but that stage is dedicated to Liang Zhouyue.

The god of the sun and the moon, always marching toward the moonlight.

Because of the known information asymmetry, Liang Zhouyue did not understand the "waiting" in his mouth, thinking that he was not ready for marriage.

She doesn't hate to marry, but just happens to meet someone who wants to marry.

Inexplicably, Liang Zhouyue fantasized about marrying him in the dark corridor.It should be very interesting, she smiled with red lips, turned around and gently pushed the man in front of her away.

Stepping up the stairs, she turned her back and exposed his lie: "You hurt your hand? You were so strong when you hugged me."

Jiang Li followed at a lazy pace, hummed slowly, with a long tone, coquettishly: "It seems that kissing you can cure the disease, I don't feel any pain at all."

"..."

Slick tongue!

It was too late today, Liang Zhouyue had no intention of going back to his apartment with Jiang Li, and chose to keep him at home overnight.

Jiang Li had never lived in her house, so he naturally had no daily necessities.

But fortunately, Liang Xingye has grown up, and his height and weight are similar to him, so he can be rescued for the time being.

Jiang Li went to take a shower, and Liang Zhouyue went to find him pajamas after taking off his make-up and washing up.

It was rare for Jiang Li to drag her in through the crack of the bathroom door this time to commit crimes like before.

After changing into pajamas and coming out, Jiang Li's half-wet hair was tucked behind his head, and his smooth and full forehead showed a sharp beauty.After taking a shower, his eyes were cold, his tone faded from the emotion he had just felt in the corridor, and turned into a flat voice: "I'm going to get my hair cut tomorrow."

Liang Zhouyue couldn't wish for this: "I agree. Now that your hair is so long that it affects your appearance, you don't have the milk you used to have."

Jiang Li's mood that had just calmed down was hooked up by her words again, and when he looked over, he smiled wantonly and lazily: "What kind of grandma, I've always been very hard, okay?"

Liang Zhouyue commented that he looks like a little milk dog.

But he neither recognized nor accepted this evaluation.

This is prejudice.

For the man's denial in this regard, Liang Zhouyue was no stranger to it, and insisted: "It's not just me who thinks so, all my friends in college think so."

"The argument is invalid."

Jiang Li unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar, revealing half of his chest with clear texture. When he moved slowly, his tone was unusually ambiguous: "They have never slept with me, so they have no right to speak."

(End of this chapter)