Sheng Ai First Lady

He stared at her face, as if he was examining her, but also seemed to be just looking at her casually.

After a long time, he said calmly, "You got this in exchange for something, no thanks."

The hand under the quilt suddenly clenched into a fist, and the warmth and lingering last night seemed to fade away in an instant.

It was indeed just an accident. She had a dark heart in her heart, but he didn't know what it meant.

Xia Jin suddenly felt that the sunlight in front of her eyes was a bit dazzling, she looked at the lush green leaves outside the window, she turned her head again, her voice was half coquettish and half dissatisfied, "It seems that I have failed as a woman, we have been together for so long, boss I have always followed the path of being cold and sullen, and I have only been away for such a short time, and I know how to coax women in bed."

She blinked, "Can you tell me, who trained you with such a good skill?"

While talking, he picked up his clothes to cover his body and walked to the bathroom.

"Miss Xia is disappointed?" Miyazaki put on his clothes in an orderly manner, buttoning them one by one, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

Xia Jin's footsteps stopped, and she looked back at him, stunned for a second. In the morning light, a slender and handsome man was wearing a white shirt. The sun shone from behind him, as if a layer of gold had passed through it. Her demeanor was cold and indifferent, she seemed to be smiling, and it seemed that she couldn't grasp it when she stretched out her hand from a distance.

She still smiled sweetly, and said seriously, "It kind of hurt my self-esteem."

He raised his pretty eyebrows, "I'll give you a chance to continue training me."

Xia Jin tilted her head, as if judging the authenticity of his words, "I thought the dew was just an accident, and the show ended at dawn."

"Of course it was an accident," he replied indifferently, "it's just Miss Xia, it is said that it was Lucifer's sweetheart that you planned to commit crimes last night. Without my protection, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this place."

"Boss," Xia Jin said with a charming smile, "I remember, not long ago, you wished you could kill me with your own hands."

Gong Shentuo looked at her, as if she had said something funny, buttoned the last button, he walked towards her slowly, reached out and clasped her delicate chin, and said lightly, "Well, Since it can’t be killed now, let’s keep it and use it.”

"I don't like changing women all the time. Since you can satisfy me, then take what you want." He leaned so close to her that she could feel her breathing, "I need to stay here for three days. Stay with me for three days, and I will be your amulet."

"It seems like a good deal." Her face turned pale, but she still smiled coquettishly, "What if I refuse?"

He let go, "Then, get dressed and you can go."

Until his figure disappeared from the bedroom, all the strength in her body was suddenly drained, and she could only lean against the wall behind her, the smile on her face turned pale and helpless.

She thought he would hate her, hated so much that he didn't want to see her, hated so much that he would get angry when he saw her, she would rather she hated him.

It's not like it is now, casually like a stranger.

She understood this man, as long as it was something he cared about, no matter if he took it by force or by any means, she would never miss what she wanted.

He said that she could leave at any time, he didn't force it, and he didn't care, did it mean that he really didn't love her anymore.

She is like a domineering child, knowing that she can't give him happiness, but she still wants to occupy all his love for no reason.

A long time later, Nan Senye told her, Xia Jin, you don't understand, a man's heart is the most cruel, when he loves you, he is reckless, if one day he decides not to love you, then, it's really a complete failure. I don't love anymore.

His feelings for you are like the hardest steel to break. Once it is really broken, there is no possibility of taking it back again.