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Chapter 225 The Tenderness of Glutinous Rice Dumplings (Two in One)

Jian Jie didn't look at him, but she looked enviously at the little girl who was playing with Qiyue in the living room: "I have always liked a girl like her, she has a calm personality but can have kind thoughts in her heart. "

Recalling the joyous milk rain some time ago, the simplicity still feels a little unbelievable.

The girl who looks like a bunny who is so well-behaved and easy to bully, can not shrink back when faced with the malice given by others, even if the malice was not directed at her in the first place.

As if mentioning the person he likes, Jing Xing's brows and eyes suddenly softened.

The tenderness of the little glutinous rice dumpling comes from the bottom of my heart, not the kind that is superficial and superficial. At first glance, it looks like a little girl who grew up in love and warmth. She has seen the darkness of the world through a transparent glass cover. Didn't experience much.

That's why she took the initiative to protect him behind her with a black lip and silver nose ring when they provoked him, and she also unceremoniously responded back when boys made fun of a girl's appearance.

She is too sensitive to people's emotional changes, such a gentle little girl, she leaves all her kindness to others, and casts her shadow on herself.

But on the other hand, Jing Xing felt that it was difficult to get in touch with truly gentle people.

Because they hide all their true emotions, they will keep a subtle psychological distance from everyone. On the surface, they seem to get along well, but in fact the door in their hearts has never been opened.

For such a long time, what Jing Xing felt was always the phantom of the intersection of fiction and reality shown by the little glutinous rice ball, the other side that she deliberately hid was still tightly wrapped by her.

He could only glimpse some of her true emotions occasionally in the arc of her eyes.

In the living room, Lin Qingyou was being pestered by Qiyue to play games, Jian Jie and Cheng Xu waited on the balcony for a while, but when Jing Xing came down, the two looked at each other, and the tacit understanding was online again.

Alas~ In the emotional line, you have to be assisted by a god, otherwise it is easy to stagnate in the present and stop moving forward.

Jian Jie jumped off the stone railing, pointed upstairs while walking towards the living room, and said worriedly: "Sister Qingyou, why don't you go upstairs to see Brother Xing?"

Cheng Xu cooperated with his understanding and said: "He said just now that he would go upstairs to change his clothes. It's been 10 minutes and he hasn't come down yet. Could it be that he's drunk?"

Jian Jie picked up the pillow on the ground, threw it at He Xiangyang and Liang Jidong who were fighting on the sofa, and said in his mouth: "I can't tell, look at how drunk Dongzi and Yangyang are, Brother Xing is not as drunk as he is." They are few."

Cheng Xu nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and echoed, "Yes, yes, in such a cold day, if you sleep without covering yourself, you will definitely catch a cold."

The two sang together and successfully made Lin Qingyou raise her head. She squeezed her numb calf, and after a while, she handed over the cat teasing stick in her hand and said, "I'll go up and have a look first."

Cheng Xu quickly took it, stuffed it into Jian Jie's hand, nodded frantically and said: "Okay, you don't have to worry about it here, Brother Jie will tease you for you."

The second floor.

The door of Jing Xing's bedroom was closed, Lin Qingyou raised her hand and knocked twice, but there was no response, she tentatively turned the doorknob, and there was a very slight snap.

The door swung open, but was not locked.

There was no light in the room, the light was very dark, the curtains were half covered, and the bright moonlight outside the window came in through the narrow gap.

Lin Qingyou's field of vision was dim, and after she got used to the darkness, she could vaguely see the blurred outline of the person inside the room through the glazed lights of the city outside the window.

Jing Xing sat on the edge of the bed with his head slightly lowered, the white light from the phone screen reflected his indifferent eyebrows and eyes.

When he was alone, his face usually had no expression on his face, his thin lips were pursed into a sharp straight line, the tails of his narrow eyes were slightly raised, and the arc drawn by the heavy eye feathers was almost ice-cold.

As if... his whole body was engraved with resistance and indifference.

It was the first time she saw him put his indifferent emotions on the surface, Lin Qingyou was startled, and stopped at the door, she didn't go inside, but called him hesitantly.

"...Jing Xing?"

Because of the soft call in his ear, Jing Xing suddenly broke free from his emotions, his dark eyelashes moved, and he followed the sound and looked towards the door.

After pausing for a few seconds, he casually dropped the phone, raised his chin towards her, and said, "Come."

I don't know if it's because he drank alcohol, the usually clear and clear young voice sounds a little hoarse.

The light in the room was too dark, and Lin Qingyou couldn't see clearly what emotions were hidden in his eyes, so she could only guess with her intuition that he seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment, she gently closed the door, walked over and stopped at in front of him.

He casually threw Jing Xing's cell phone on the bed, Lin Qingyou turned her head slightly, and from the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the opened text message on the screen.

——Son, happy birthday. Mom is busy with work, so I won’t go through it. The money has been credited to your card. Buy whatever you want.

Within two seconds, the screen of the mobile phone went dark, and the room was completely dark again. The door to the balcony of the bedroom was not closed tightly, and the corners of the curtains were slightly moved by the wind blowing along the gap, and the faint moonlight shone in.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and only the light breathing of the two could be heard. Lin Qingyou bent over and was about to turn on the floor lamp when Jing Xing suddenly raised his hand to hold her wrist. She pulled in her direction.

Lin Qingyou was pulled by him so that she couldn't stand still, she subconsciously put her hand on his shoulder, Jing Xing was a head taller than her, but now he was sitting and she was standing, which made her a lot taller.

Under the deep sky, everything is quiet, and in the deep night, emotions grow and overflow more wantonly, and the eyes lose their focus, which makes all the senses of touch more sensitive.

One of Jing Xing's hands was clasped on her wrist, and the other was resting on her waist. Lin Qingyou could clearly feel the warmth coming from his palm that didn't belong to her.

The distance between the two was so close that she could smell the faint smell of tobacco that was still on his body.

I don't know if it was because she saw the cold mechanical text message on the screen of the phone just now, Lin Qingyou's heart suddenly softened, she sighed softly in her heart, and did not refuse his overly intimate contact.

"Jing Xing?" She called him again, imitating his usual movements, and raised her hand to stroke his hair, feeling the soft and soft touch.

He obviously looks like such an unapproachable person, but his hair is as soft as some kind of fluffy animal.

(End of this chapter)