Bite the spring pear

Chapter 17 I'll sleep with you
Xie Jiyan's entire sentence should be:

——Then do you dare to sleep at home alone tonight? Are you scared?
But if the word "at home" is omitted, it becomes even more ambiguous and intimate, arousing people's endless reverie.

Wei Xue Ling clasped her teacup with her fingers tightly, her face was calm, as if she had not heard the conversation between Xie Jiyan and Jinli, and she maintained a gentle and elegant appearance from beginning to end, making it difficult to see through her inner embarrassment.

Jinli would not deliberately try to figure out her thoughts.

She replied to Xie Jiyan in the usual way of chatting: "I'm not a three-year-old child, what should I be afraid of? Xiao Wu screamed more horribly than a ghost. You should call him to comfort him. Lest he cast a shadow.”

"is it?"

"That's right." Jinli looked a little arrogant, "I even took a video, it was very funny."

"How funny is it? Send it to me."

He seemed interested in everything she recorded.

Jinli pursed her lips, ended the video call first, and sent him the five-minute video.

The process is a bit slow, and the small white circle on the video keeps spinning.

Jinli exited the dialog box and ignored him.

After Wei Xueling drank two cups of hot tea, she found the right opportunity and said, "Lili, let's add WeChat so we can chat when we have time."

As soon as she finished speaking, she naturally and gracefully took out her mobile phone, opened her WeChat business card, and asked Jinli to add her.

Completely disregarding Jinli's wishes.

Jinli's eyebrows were drooped, and his chest was slightly bitter and stuffy, so he was forced to become friends with her.

She was very clear about Wei Xueling's intention, which was to establish a good relationship with her step by step, and then strive to leave a deep impression on Xie Jiyan. Finally, when the time was almost ripe, she asked her to push Xie Jiyan's private WeChat account to her.

"Okay, I'm going back first, Lili. Let's go to the Ladies Club for afternoon tea when we are free."

After carefully annotating Jinli's WeChat name as "Lili's little niece-in-law", Wei Xueling picked up the glittering handbag and planned the next meeting with high emotional intelligence.

Perhaps she could tell from Xie Jiyan's words just now that Xie Jiyan had a different kind of affection for Jinli.

But this was just her own personal guess, and she didn't want to get discouraged and give up so quickly.

Moreover, given her conditions, she didn't believe that she couldn't capture Xie Jiyan's heart.

"Okay, please walk slowly and get together when you have time." Jinli said a few words casually and politely.

Uncle Wang hurriedly sent Wei Xueling out, followed by two bodyguards.

Jinli really relaxed and ran upstairs.

Xie Jiyan probably finished watching the video and sent another video call.

"What are you doing?" Jinli was getting a nightgown in the cloakroom, preparing to take a bath, her tone was a bit resentful.

Xie Jiyan raised his hand to pull the knot of his tie and said seriously: "I would like to express some thoughts."

"Huh? What are your thoughts?"

"It's the holographic projection of a haunted house. It's terrifying, thrilling, and bloody." His tone was slow, but the words he spoke were unprecedented: "So I decided to video chat with you tonight until dawn."

"Are you okay?" It was really shocking. "I don't need to sleep?"

"I'll watch you sleep while you put your phone on the bedside."

The corners of Jinli's eyes twitched slightly: "...Are you possessed by a ghost? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I was very conscious and obedient."

"Why should I listen? Did you drink tonight?"

"Just drink a little."

"Then you must be drunk."

"I'm not drunk." His consciousness was clearer than a mirror, "But if I say that I was actually scared, can you understand me?"

"Huh? What? You..."

It turns out that after all, he is the one who is afraid?

"Okay, I'll put it on the bedside." Jinli finally compromised and walked over to the computer desk to look for the phone holder.

The moment he lowered his eyes, he didn't notice the slight curling of the corners of Xie Jiyan's lips, which contained a hint of a wilted and charming smile.

(End of this chapter)