What kind of bad thoughts can the stand-in male lead have?

Jiang Li's words were tantamount to fanning the flames. As soon as Shanglu pulled her into the house, he couldn't wait to push her against the wall.

He pinched her two wrists with one hand and folded them backwards, and pinched her chin with the other hand, so that it was very convenient for her to tilt her head up to accept his kiss.

Biting his lips and teeth, Jiang Li slightly raised his head, only half hanging on his arm around his waist, barely supporting his body with the wall on his back, not letting himself fall.

The two breaths were intertwined, and there seemed to be a fire in their chests, and the eyes looking at each other were scorching hot, as if they wanted to swallow each other clean and burn them up.

Undoubtedly, as an excellent professional racer, Phytrol's driving skills have always been very resistant.

Whether it is calmly and ostentatiously welcoming the cheers and applause, victory and glory of the audience on the field, or accepting Jiang Li's kiss back, support, hug and response tenderly and greedily at this time.

The only difference is that facing Jiang Li, he can no longer deal with it with ease and calmness like he usually does in the arena.

Jiang Li is his variable.

He had to be careful enough, restrained enough, to make sure he didn't burn her while giving her all his burning love.

The long night is silent, and the winter wind makes the water.

Jiang Li was exhausted, Shang Lu carried her into the bathroom to wash, and then carried her back to his room.

He cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, living room and her bedroom by himself, boiled another pot of hot water, poured two cups and took it back to the room.

Jiang Li slept very lightly, lying on his side tiredly, his long and thick eyelashes quivering uncomfortably.

She had a dream, dreaming that Shanglu was on her way to find her, except for a car accident.

He fell into a pool of blood, his delicate and handsome face was stained with blood, no matter how much she shouted, she refused to open her eyes.

The nightmare was like a huge mountain, pressing on her chest, making her breathless, trying to struggle, but it seemed that her hands and feet were bound, unable to move.

The slender fingers touched the edge of the pillow unconsciously, and there was no familiar temperature as expected, only a piece of ice cold.

Jiang Li was awakened suddenly and sat up.

The sky outside the window is already slightly bright, and the distance is glowing red. The lamp beads behind the garden cast a light shadow, and together with the cold north wind, the branches of the withered pomegranate tree and the evergreen holly are pulled together. shadow.

She subconsciously looked around, but there was no one beside her pillow.

The scene of Shanglu lying in a pool of blood in the dream reappeared in front of his eyes again, Jiang Xin felt lingering fear, and hurriedly lifted the quilt to go to the ground.

"Are you awake?" Shang Lu pushed the door in with a glass of water, and saw her looking at him with a frightened look.

Her clear eyes widened slightly because of fright, but when she saw him, she relaxed again as if she had grasped some crucial treasure.

"woke up."

Jiang Li withdrew his legs that were about to get off the ground, bent them slightly, and pulled the quilt up again, with his arms flat on his knees, staring intently at Shanglu's every move.

Maybe it's because he just finished exercising, his upper body was bare, and when he lowered his head and poured water, he showed a very beautiful shoulder and neckline.

The side of the neck and collarbone were covered with red marks, and the scratch marks on the back when he turned around, both new and old injuries, were still clearly visible, and even his thin and powerful lower back was not spared.

The smooth muscle lines are from top to bottom, sinking into the waistband, with a kind of primitive wild beauty.

There is no doubt that Phytophthora, from his face to his figure, has no part that does not make people feel the eccentricity of the creator.

Her eyes are too straightforward, it's hard for Shang Lu to ignore her.

Shanglu tossed and turned for a while, after confirming that the temperature of the water was suitable, he put one of the cups back on the small cabinet beside the bed, and handed the cup in his hand to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took it and took a sip. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold.

Her throat was very dry, and she felt much better after drinking it for a while, so she went to change to another warmer cup on the bedside, holding it with both hands against the pillow.

Seeing that her complexion had improved a lot, Shang Lu was about to go out when she grabbed her wrist.

He looked back at her, smiled, and turned to her.

Shanglu half-bent, propped one hand on her side, pressed the mattress into a depression, and put one hand on her cheek, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It still hurts?"

Jiang Li's ears turned red, he shook his head, "No."

She was originally fair, and she always looked cold and inhumane on weekdays. At this moment, her face was slightly red, which added a bit of softness to her.

It's heart-wrenching.

Shang Lu's mind moved slightly, and she moved closer to her and pecked her lips again. Jiang Li quickly pushed his hand on his chest to stop his movement, "It's already dawn."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Shang Lu smirked, buried his head in her neck, took a deep breath, and asked again, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Jiang Li nodded.

Shang Lu handed her her mobile phone, pushed her long hair behind her ears, rubbed her forehead as the next best thing, and then reluctantly let go: "Then I'll cook, and you take a rest."

Jiang Li held onto his wrist tightly and Shang Lu raised his eyebrows, "You don't want me to go?"

"Do not want to."

"Stop eating?"

"eat."

"How about..." Shang Lu smiled, "Come here and help me?"

As soon as Jiang Li finished speaking, Shang Lu just wanted to say yes, Shang Lu teased with a smile: "But you are like this, can you do it?"

Jiang Li glared at him, feeling overwhelmed, "It can be done."

Shanglu suppressed a smile, took out a shirt from his closet and gave it to her: "Put this on first and make do with it. I've washed your pajamas and they haven't dried yet."

Shang Lu is tall, Jiang Li is thin, and his shirt is too big for her.

Jiang Li rolled up the cuffs, exposing two wrists, and buttoned the top button, stepped on the slippers and walked a few steps towards the door.

Take it easy.

Looking back, Shanglu didn't follow, but instead folded his arms around his chest, leaning against the wall, looking at her with a slightly disappointed expression.

"What are you looking at?"

Shang Lu walked over, put his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to peck her cheek: "Look at the swan."

A very stubborn, but also very good-looking white swan.

But rather than fighting, Jiang Li was sitting in the living room with Mao Dou in his arms, Cheese Sauce in his arms, watching Shang Lu with his upper body bare and pink apron, busy in and out of the kitchen.

When I come out once in a while, I have to discuss it with Jiang Li: "How about changing the eight-treasure porridge to eight-treasure rice?"

Jiang Li:?
"How did you say that so proudly?"

"Me? Be proud of being favored." Shang Lu was not ashamed, but instead threw an orange to Jiang Li, "Eat an orange first, and calm down."

Jiang Li didn't catch it, but Maodou, who was used to catching balls, sat up from the sofa and caught the orange firmly. Orange juice.

The meaning of asking for praise is very obvious.

"I can't tell." Shanglu raised his foot and kicked Maodou lightly, "It's pretty quick to catch the ball!"

"What about the orange that calms me down?" Jiang Li's eyes were full of smiles, and he had a full view of the interaction between a person and a dog.

Shanglu was so entangled by Maodou that he couldn't get away, and he spread his hands helplessly: "I'll give it to you after cooking."

Jiang Li was not in a hurry, just when a phone call came in, he raised his eyes and gave Shanglu a look, the latter understood, made an OK gesture clearly, and pulled Maodou back to the balcony.