Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 397 Thin Hot Lips

From the top of her head, came the warmth of his palm, and Lin Jing felt a warm current pouring into her heart. She bit her lip, and her whole body became much more relaxed.

Feng Mocheng withdrew his hand, and continued in the most serious tone, "We often play games in the bathroom. You are not physically strong, and you passed out from exhaustion before I finished. It was I who took the shower for you, wiped it clean, and then put you on the bed."

Suddenly, he thought of something, and smiled again, "No wonder you don't remember, you just don't know."

Suddenly, Lin Jing's face turned red, and his pale complexion had a tinge of blood.

However, the blood color on her face seemed a bit abrupt.

She was a little annoyed, and said coquettishly, "I hate it, why did you say that!"

She didn't expect that Feng Mocheng would actually talk about nasty jokes under such circumstances.

What he said was very cryptic, but Lin Jing still understood.

What is playing games in the bathroom, it is clearly...

Forget it, Lin Jing didn't dare to think about it anymore, and if she thought about it again, she was worried that she would be emotional.

Her heart is not good at all, no matter how excited she is, she is about to have an attack.

It's a pity that she can't play any games with Feng Mocheng now, her body can no longer bear any intense exercise.

This man, whether in his previous life or in this life, is destined to become another woman's man.

Lin Jing turned his head and saw the big mirror hanging on the bathroom wall, which reflected his own appearance.

There is no trace of the elegance and beauty of the past.

Now she has a sallow complexion, skinny, dark eye circles, sunken eye sockets, and the bones on her body are so abrupt that they can almost poke people.

Every part of her body, even every pore, was telling her that she was going to die, that she was no longer a healthy person.

Her life ended tragically before it even started.

Lin Jing's gaze burst out with sadness and pain, spreading all over his body.

The water in the bathtub suddenly became rippling, and it was Lin Jing's body shaking that brought out the rippling.

She raised her hand from the water and stared at her fingers. The veins on the back of her hand were protruding one by one. Each finger was like thin chopsticks, without any sense of flesh, only skin and bones. Just like the bone spirit.

Feng Mocheng sensed Lin Jing's sad mood, he took Lin Jing's hand, and put her hands back on the water again.

Whether intentionally or not, he went around and sat down on the other side, blocking the mirror in front of Lin Jing.

Lin Jing couldn't see herself in the mirror now, all she saw when she turned her head was Feng Mocheng.

Lin Jing could see the man's carefulness, but she still couldn't stop the sadness in her heart. She couldn't help asking, "Am I becoming ugly now?"

Where does she need to ask, her own eyes can see clearly, she has become so ugly now, any healthy woman is more beautiful than her.

Not only was she ugly, she was now scary.

Feng Mocheng stared intently, pursed his lips, and did not answer for a long while.

His silence made Lin Jing feel cold, "Okay, you don't need to answer me, I understand."

She already knew the answer in her heart, so why bother to ask again?

Suddenly, Feng Mocheng supported the edge of the bathtub with one hand, pinched her chin with the other hand, turned her head around, and leaned against her side.

The thin and hot lips slowly moved closer to her pale lips.

(End of this chapter)