President he is paranoid

Ye Nanqing's phone call to her was undoubtedly the fuse, and now, Jun Jinyan was on the verge of exploding—even though his expression was now indifferent, it was cold.

Squeezing her dry lips, Xia Qi replied, "I don't feel anything."

"Really?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

She didn't avoid his gaze, but raised her head halfway, looking straight back at him.

The eyes of both sides met in mid-air.After a long while, he finally lowered his eyes halfway first, "Okay, I believe it. I said, uh, as long as it is what you say, I will believe it."

Inexplicably, when Jun Jinyan uttered these words, Xia Qi didn't feel relieved, but instead felt as if her chest was being pressed down, heavy and extremely uncomfortable.

"Do you really believe what I say?" she blurted out.

"Yes." He took her hand and pressed it against his left chest - that's where the heart is.

In the palm of her hand, she felt the speed of his heartbeat.

"I will believe what you say, even if it is false, I will believe it."

Breathing seemed to have become difficult, she looked at him blankly, "Don't you ask me what is the relationship between Ye Nanqing and me?" It seems that from the beginning to the end, he never took the initiative to ask her, and she, also Never explained.

His eyes are deep and blurred, like a silent abyss, without a single ripple, "It's not necessary, because what I want is you now and in the future, and all you want to love are me."

boom! boom! boom!

Her heart was beating rhythmically, and her mind, which was a mess just now, suddenly became clear.

Her ears heard every word he said very clearly, his breathing and her own heartbeat very clearly.

The right hand against her chest was extremely hot, as if it was declaring something.

Slowly, Xia Qi raised her left hand, and gently stroked Jun Jinyan's neck.He raised his eyelids slightly, as if a little surprised.But her body didn't move at all, but quietly, letting her fingers move along his neck, towards his jaw, cheek...and finally to his forehead.

She lifted his forehead hair and looked at the scar on his forehead quietly.That was his injury - because of her words.

Ever since he was a child, a proud man like him was the only one who could hurt others, why would anyone hurt him!I'm afraid the scars on his body can be counted with fingers, but now there is one more.

"Do you have any regrets?" she murmured.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows.

"If you hadn't listened to my sentence, don't fight at every turn, maybe you wouldn't have been hurt like this," she said.

He looked at her fixedly, and suddenly pulled down her left hand, "Why should I regret it?" It was not a question, but a rhetorical question, as if telling her clearly how redundant her question was .

Therefore, he has no regrets at all!

I don't regret listening to her, and I don't regret being hurt.

"Like me?" she asked abruptly.

And the answer is almost yes.

"Yeah." He replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Why do you like it?" Ever since she was a child, she hadn't had any special qualities, and when she met him for the first time at the age of 6, she was even more ordinary than ordinary.Just like so many six-year-old girls, there is nothing special about them. At most, they are wilder than other little girls. They can play with sand and mud, and even fought with some little boys.