Allure: The Man God's Love Wanted

Chapter 233 The Red Mark [01]

Having said that, it will push everyone to a place of eternal doom.

Nie Jiajun pinched a corner of the paper, his fingers tightened unconsciously, and the page was crumpled.

"What's the matter with you?" Lu Xiya's voice came with astonishment.

The man woke up startled, he looked at her blankly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

She pointed at his fingers, and he looked down and found that the paper was torn apart by him.

He quickly let go of his hand, suppressed the surprise and uneasiness on his face, and said, "The paper...is too thin."

"Aren't you too tired?" She put down her hand, turned around, sat on her knees, and reached out to take the book in his hand.

With worry and tension on his face, he said softly, "Why don't you go to bed earlier."

"I'm not tired." He smiled faintly at her, reached out and pulled her into his arms, pulled the quilt to cover the half of the two of them, and put his arms on top.

He hugged her with one hand, grabbed the laptop with one hand, quickly pressed a button on it, and called up a TV series.

It was an ethical Hong Kong film about a big family, money and affection, and a great tragedy of intrigue.

Nie Jiajun doesn't like to watch domestic films, he mostly watches foreign English dramas.

After seeing her a few times, I remembered it.

Lu Xiya chose the number of episodes, and continued watching from where she left off last time.

Who said that the warmest thing in winter is watching dramas at home while embracing your lover.

In this physically and mentally exhausting winter, she was very grateful to have him by her side. She always felt that she was very strong and could handle everything.

Only now did I realize that having a man by my side was more important than any amount of money.

This is spiritual dependence.

The most bloody family entanglements are shown on TV. Everyone has a lot of scheming, tricks are exhausted, and finally they turn against each other.

When she was nervous and flustered, Lu Xiya couldn't help cursing the characters in the play.

Nie Jiajun found it funny and laughed at her: "This is acting, you are too concerned."

"The whole family is intriguing, and life is really tiring." Lu Xiya turned over, took the cup, drank the remaining hot beef that was about to cool down, and added: "It's boring."

There was a circle of white milk on her upper lip, and she stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick it, rolled the foam back into her mouth, pulled the quilt and got back into the warm quilt.

Hugging the waist of a handsome guy, resting on his comfortable chest, he continued to watch the show.

"It's boring, are you watching again?" He looked at her incomprehensibly.

Lucia's hair was loose, curly, angry red, as untamed as her character.

"I just want to watch it if it's boring." She ignored him, staring at the screen with all her attention, and then said after a while: "His father actually loves him, but he was provoked by his second sister, but it's no wonder his second sister, second sister Jealous, the child whose parents don't love him is the most pitiful."

She sighed softly, a little sadly.

Nie Jiajun seemed to have tasted the same feeling. He ran his hand along her hair and stroked it: "Are you blaming me for being troublesome?"

Her body visibly stiffened, and even her breathing against his chest was stagnant.

I remembered Nie Jiajun's questioning about Zhou Chunhuan at dinner.

Her eyes darkened, her voice was a little cold, and she asked him, "How do you know her name?"

I still remember the last time he asked her mother's name, a name that even she didn't know, but he said it out of his mouth.

It would be a lie to say that he was not angry when he was mentioned so suddenly.

There were outsiders, as well as the father's current wife and son, a deceased ex-wife, who was mentioned in public, and the father left with tears.

(End of this chapter)