love out of time

Chapter 117

"Why am I letting my temper go?" Jiang Ci interrupted him, "If I really did what I wanted, I wouldn't have joined this bullshit club in the first place. It's what you said, my talent and talent shouldn't be wasted on meaningless things On top of that, forget it so quickly?"

Liang Jingxing didn't speak for a while.

Jiang Ci was quite disappointed, and his voice sank, "I thought you would fully respect my personality, but you are no different from those vulgar adults who use the banner of 'for your own good'... Maybe you just want a 'you' Wanted Ginger Words'."

The air was suddenly frighteningly quiet, and the figure of the man in the darkness remained motionless.As soon as the words were spoken just now, Jiang Ci felt a little regretful, but she couldn't apologize. She watched for a moment, flustered, and slowly sat up, "Liang..."

Liang Jingxing lay down with his back to her, "Go to sleep." His voice was very flat, without any emotion.

Jiang Ci opened his mouth and stared at the motionless black figure, feeling only endless grievances and frustrations for a moment—she hoped that he would jump up and grab his neck to have a big fight with her.

This night, Jiang Ci naturally suffered from insomnia until midnight.All kinds of emotions competed for the game, weaving a dense spider web, wrapping her in it, the sky was dark and it was difficult to breathe.After finally falling asleep, he dreamed of the day he claimed Jiang Mingyuan's body.The white cloth was lifted, revealing a bloody face.She knew she shouldn't, but she kept retching while holding on to the stretcher. It seemed that someone had cut a hole in her heart, and the air was leaking like a broken bellows.From now on, no one will dictate her life any more.But at that moment, she wished so much that the man on the stretcher whose head had been knocked out could stand up unscathed, pointed at her nose and mercilessly scolded her as "the little white-eyed wolf whose conscience has been fed to the dog".

Suddenly, that face suddenly changed to another person. She glanced at it, and immediately screamed and cried out in fright.

"A Ci!" A pair of arms hugged her from behind, dragging her away from the bloody stretcher.Those hands hugged so hard that her ribs seemed to be broken, and all the air in her lungs was squeezed out.

"A Ci! Wake up!"

Jiang Ci suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.Liang Jingxing turned on the light with one hand, and the white light poured down, causing her to squint her eyes involuntarily.

Everything in the field of vision gradually became clear, and this person was still in front of his eyes without any harm.Jiang Ci opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, he just reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Liang Jingxing's shirt.

Liang Jingxing put his warm palm on her back and stroked her back, "What did you dream about?"

Jiang Ci lowered his eyes and replied in a low voice: "The scene where my father died."

Liang Jingxing didn't speak, but hugged her even tighter.

After a long time, Jiang Ci gradually calmed down, pressed his forehead against his chest, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to anger you."

Liang Jingxing shook his head, and only said: "I was also at fault for this matter. If you don't like it, tell me directly from now on. I'm not asking you to accept these rules of interpersonal communication, but I hope you can meet different people. Jiang Ci, I have never Not trying to mold you to my liking, because I just want you to be the best version of you."

These few words were a bit convoluted, Jiang Ci thought about it carefully, "I hate the cold war, if you are angry with me, you can just scold me. My dad is like this, if he is not happy, he will beat me with the sole of his slippers."

Liang Jingxing was amused by her, and he relaxed slightly, "Hurry up and go to sleep, what is the first class tomorrow? I'll ask you to take a leave of absence."

Liang Jingxing turned off the light and lay down beside Jiang Ci.In the darkness, he still embraced her, clutching her thin fingers with calloused hands, with a bit of caution in the irresistible force, as if he was holding a rare treasure, afraid of losing it, but also Afraid of letting myself be crushed.

(End of this chapter)