out of control wildfire

Gu Qingxu was silent for a rare moment before speaking warmly: "Mianmian, did you just say that casually?"

Zi Mian didn't answer, and the two people's breaths intertwined and drifted apart.

Gu Qingxu asked her in a different way: "Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

Zhou Mian looked at him but said nothing. Her eyes were dark and clear, like the misty sea.

No answer is an answer. Gu Qingxu finally understood and said in a slightly heavy voice: "Aren't we still counting?"

She fell down on the bed: "Why do men want status?"

Gu Qingxu looked at her, feeling uneasy.

In fact, he always felt that after being separated once, she didn't like him that much anymore.

In the past, when Zhou Mian faced him, she would blush, be embarrassed, hesitate, and be reserved. Sometimes she would ask him for his opinion.

Now he is like a short-term partner that she is ready to play with and throw away. Her focus has never been on their relationship, but on things between men and women.

She no longer tensed up about his feelings, nor looked at him expectantly.

She might still like him somewhat, but maybe she wouldn't be sad about losing him.

Probably because she had already suffered a loss once, she would not put him in such an important position to avoid being sad again.

He could feel that even if he suddenly showed up for another engagement, or did something that was difficult for her to accept.

She would really leave him without even bothering to listen to the explanation.

Because her patience has been exhausted

She said she only likes it a little bit, which most likely means she only likes it a little bit.

This was the only time that Gu Qingxu really believed that she was not joking.

He didn't want them to be like this, he always felt like losing her.

He wants to be with her forever and doesn't want to be separated. What he wants is to be together for a lifetime from falling in love to getting married.

But now it seems that to a certain extent, he is not even as important as he was at the time.

Because Shiwan is at least her first love.

He was even sure that even if one day Shiliang was suddenly in danger and needed help, she would definitely take action.

Even when nothing happened, she looked down upon Shi Wan.

But what about him? If he makes another mistake, will she stop wanting him?
Gu Qingxu held her wrist: "Mianmian, look at me."

She whispered softly: "Huh?"

His voice was as low as the buzz of a double bass: "How can you love me?"

She responded casually: "Isn't it enough now?"

He picked her up and held her in his arms, wrapping her completely with his arms and body. A completely fitting hug seemed to bring him closer to her heart:
"I want you to love me very much, just like I love you, and want to be with you all the time."

His broad and warm body surrounded her like this, hard and strong.

The old-fashioned clock is ticking.

When sleeping during the day, it feels like the masculine hormones are almost starting to penetrate from the skin into the spine, and the body becomes weak unconsciously.

She was speechless: "Are you so sure that I don't like you?"

But he hit a dead end. A little liking doesn't mean he likes it: "I'm sure."

Zhou Mian smiled silently and touched his thin, three-dimensional face: "Gu Lu, give up ownership and enjoy the right to use it."

Gu Qingxu's dry and thin hand pressed on the side of her hip, and the other hand pressed against her waist:
"But you're not even ready to really go to the next level with me."

"Why aren't you ready?" She pressed against his chest.

"You didn't buy a condom."

Zhou Mian suddenly raised her head and met his eyes that were as thick as ink.

She thought she heard it wrong, but there was no smile in his eyes, not at all. He was not joking at all, but he meant it, and it felt like moths were flying into the flame again.

Sure enough, a man is a man, and he can say this kind of thing without any psychological burden.

Even Gu Qingxu would talk like this.

Zhou Mian froze, she looked at Gu Qingxu, and Gu Qingxu also looked at her, without saying anything, just looking at each other.

She was too shocked to know what to say in response to him.

Gu Qingxu's thin and broad hands rubbed her waist, the movement was too sudden. Zi Mian shook uncontrollably.

Gu Qingxu hugged her firmly, like a child, asking her to press against his chest and waist. Her waist unconsciously sank a little as he pressed her against her.

Her teeth chattered: "Do you want to do it tonight?"

He hugged her: "What I do tonight means doing it for one year, from the Bingshen year to the Dingyou year."

Zhou Mian wanted to slap him, he was perverted.

She was stunned: "How could you say such a thing?"

Teasing a woman with such a gentle face was completely beyond his imagination.

Gu Qingxu lowered his eyelashes: "Because I want you very much."

His eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Zhou Mian felt that she was in doom. She tried to get out of Gu Qingxu's arms, but Gu Qingxu held her tightly and she couldn't get out at all.

"You let go."

"What happens after you let go?"

Zhou Mian was discouraged: "Why don't you do the same thing tonight as before?"

"Because in the new year, I want to get to know you better."

Zhou Mian wanted to roll her eyes when she heard this.

"How do you understand?"

His cold white long fingers ran through her dark hair: "I hope you love me more."

She was convinced and looked into his eyes angrily: "Then when I love you very much, I'll go buy a condom."

She was as arrogant as a wild fox baring its teeth at humans. She raised her chin slightly, impatient and disdainful.

He whispered: "Okay."

After taking a nap, he said: "I'm so annoyed, I want to sleep."

As soon as Gu Qingxu let go, she fell directly on the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt.

When sleeping during the day, you can sleep in your own bed and roll around.

The bed Gu Qingxu slept on was a little small, but because there was not much room for movement, he could hold her all the time.

When I woke up the next day, there was breakfast on the table and the little dinosaur was doing backflips.

Zhou Mian took off the sticky note on the table.

It’s written to cheer you up for the interview.

She crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Dog men are all the same, they want everything.

Her flight arrived in the capital, and when she entered the TV station, she felt serious and mysterious.

When she accidentally saw a familiar news anchor, her heart almost skipped a beat.

A photographer carrying a machine and a reporter holding a microphone hurried out of the building.

The work ID card worn around everyone's neck is enviable for no reason.

Surprisingly not many people came for the interview, and there was a high probability that the news had not spread.

During Zhou Mian's interview, as soon as he entered the room, he saw an extremely familiar face.

Peace and peace.

All her movements seemed to hit the stop button.

What comes to mind is the news I saw in middle school about He Anzhi's undercover black workshop and the rescue of more than 40 people.

This is his rigorous and warm hosting scene after transitioning from reporter to host.

Without He Anzhi, she would not have chosen news.

At this moment, her eyes even felt hot.

He Anzhi, on the other hand, has his hair slicked back, a neat suit with a flat lapel collar, and an elegant and easy-going face.

Her name came out of his mouth:
"Day sleep, right?"