Addicted to You: The CEO's Wife

He didn't lock the door of the room, but... She knew that since he said that he would leave her here, even if she really went out of the door, she couldn't get out of the house.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and Yi Jin walked in with a pile of clothes in her hand.

"Awake?" He is still sitting on the bed sheet.

She bit her lip a little, didn't say a word, just glared at him.

He didn't care. He went to her and said, "this is the clothes for you to replace. I'll help you put them on to see if they fit."

"No!" She quickly refused, "I can wear it myself!"

"Well, you can wear it yourself." He didn't force him. He put the clothes by her side.

She looks at him. He's here. How can she dress!

He seemed to see her hesitation. "When we lived together, didn't you change your clothes in front of me?"

"You used to be my boyfriend and the one I love, but now, you're not." She said.

His face changed a little, then slowly closed his eyes, "well, I don't see, you change."

She was stunned. She didn't expect him to close his eyes like this.

At the moment, with his eyes closed and standing still, he looks like a perfect sculpture. His thick black eyelashes, like a fan, cast a shadow on his eyelids.

Ling still bit his lips, and finally quickly began to change clothes.

But although he was closed eyes, she knew that he could not see anything at the moment, but when the clothes were changed, her cheeks were still red.

"I've changed it." She hesitated.

He just slowly opened his eyes, that pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, again looked at her.

"Is blushing because of me?" He said.

She pursed her lips.

He leaned down a little, put his face close to her and said, "so you still have feelings for me, don't you?"

"No!" "I'm going to blush, even if I'm a man," she denied without a straight face

His face suddenly sank down. When Ling still thought he would be angry, he bent down and picked up a pair of socks put aside.

Now she was dressed, but her socks were not on.

She sat on the edge of the bed, he was a short body, had squatted in front of her, held up one of her feet, carefully helped her put on socks.

Put on one sock and put on the other.

Ling is still stiff all over, looking at such easy Jin from, she has a kind of unspeakable taste.

"Yi Jin left, can't you really let me go?" She murmured.

He also maintained the posture of squatting and kneeling, slightly raised his jaw, and looked at her with his eyes lifted. "So, can't you fall in love with me again?"