His Canary

The place where Jingrong lives is really luxurious, just a rest bedroom, which contains the bathroom and small living room.

It's just this room is too weird. The decoration style of the living room and bathroom is pure white, simple atmosphere, bright and clean. The bedroom inside is pure black, and the quilts from the wall to the curtain to the bed are all dark black, which looks extremely depressed.

Such a strong sense of contrast made Dong Ci extremely uncomfortable.

Dong Ci put on the bathrobe that Sally had prepared for her after taking a shower. The clothes were wide and big, also black, and some did not fit well.

There was a pain in her stomach. She clutched her stomach and walked into the living room. She just wanted to pour a cup of hot water to drink, but was startled by the black shadow standing by the window.

"How did you come in?" Dong Ci frowned after seeing who it was, and his tone was extremely bad.

She clearly locked the door of the room, but did not expect to be able to prevent this person.

Jing Rong pulled up the white curtains in the living room and raised her eyebrows to see her. "I need to report to you how I came in when I entered my own room?"

Suddenly, Dong Ci wondered why it was clearly a guest room and daily necessities were so complete. It's just that she thought about it for a long time, and never thought that Jing Rong would let her live in his room with frustration!

"I don't want to live here!"

This person was so intense with her **** and interest that Dong Ci couldn't imagine what would happen after staying in this room.

Just before the hand touched the doorknob, she was caught in the arms by the scenery behind her. He has a strong fragrance of shower gel on his body, which is the same smell as the shower gel she used to take a shower.

"You are really fragrant and soft."

His dominance and strength were brought out of his bones. Before Dong Ci struggled, Jing Rong directly hugged her and walked into the bedroom.

"Jingrong, what are you doing ?!"

The door of the room was locked by him, only a dim night light was turned on in the room, and the whole bedroom looked gloomy.

"What am I going to do?"

"Naturally it's dry / you."

Although he knew what he was going to do, Dong Ci was still in a panic after hearing it.

She quickly got off the big bed, but the bedroom was so big, no matter how she hid, she would be caught by Jing Rong. When he was panicking, Dong Ci grabbed the glass beside him and said viciously, "Don't come near me, or I'll kill you!"

At this time, the unsuitable bathrobe on her body was loose because of her large movements. She has the risk of walking / lighting at any time, but she dare not reach out to tie it. The whole person is like a cat with frying hair, watching the hunter in front of him with vigilance.

"Okay, I'm not close to you."

Jing Rong really wanted to laugh at her stupid behavior. He smiled and took two steps to the wall, leaning against the wall and saying. "If you don't wear a belt anymore, you will be seen by me."

His voice was leisurely, completely unaffected by Dong Ci's threats. Seeing that she was still staring at him holding a glass stubbornly, Jing Rong indifferently smiled, and began to move around her indiscriminately, staring at her chest and asked. "No inner / clothes?"

"You are not allowed to look around!"

The belt around her waist became looser. Seeing that the man was staring at her unscrupulously, and even her eyes were gradually moving downstream. Dong Ciren couldn't bear it, his cheeks were hot, and he wanted to wear a hand and wanted to wear a belt.

"what--"

The hand just touched the strap of the bathrobe, and Jingrong, who was a few steps away from her, suddenly reached her.

Dong Ci was taken aback, and the whole person was squeezed into his arms, but he still held the cup tightly and refused to relax, as if that was her last amulet.

If it wasn't for the reason, the cup had been smashed by Jingrong on top of Jingrong's head.

"Release." Jing Rong clasped her waist tightly, patting the back of her hand with her fingertips and trying to take her cup out.

"Don't give you!" Dong Ci's strength was not strong, let alone a hand, Jing Rong just pulled a little strength out of her hand.

He put the cup on the bedside table, hugged her and sat down by the bed, and patted her small face with a smile. "Threat me with a cup, eh?"

The voice is still peaceful, but inexplicably there is a sense of oppression.

"Jingrong, will you let me go?"

Being forced to sit on his lap, Dong Ci was extremely uncomfortable. She knew that she was too good to touch, so she bit her lip and slowed her tone. "Just when I beg you, let me go, OK."

"I want to go home."

"Not good." Ignoring her pleading, Jing Rong narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin. Without saying a word, she blocked the unpleasant little mouth.

No one has ever taught him to be a good person, and no one has ever told him to have a compassionate heart. In his world, there are always only likes and dislikes, wanted and uninterested.

He wanted Dong Ci, maybe he was interested when he saw her at the first sight.

The fate is so wonderful, he obviously did nothing, and God gave him back the little girl he remembered at first glance.

So how could he easily let go?

Jing Rong hugged the person in her arms and sucked her lips fiercely, the desire / desire in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Hmm ..." Dong Ci's tongue was numb by his kiss, but he felt a tingling sensation from his lips when he was short of breath. Jing Rong raised her head slowly, looked at the blood flowing from her lips, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Remember the last bite you took me?"

Jing Rong stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the blood on her lips, hugged her and murmured, "I have always had revenge, blood can't be in vain, and you can't bite me in vain."

With that, he moved the hand holding her chin slightly downwards and purposely approached somewhere.

"Don't." Almost subconsciously, Dong Ci grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly above his chest.

She shook her head uncontrollably, but Jing Rong didn't pay attention, just pressed her on the bed with a roll, and reached out to pull her loose bath belt completely away ...

The nightgown was torn off by him casually, Jing Rong buried her face in her Xiangwo and kissed, sniffing her sweet fragrance and murmured softly:

"Xiaoci, follow me, I can promise you any request."

"..."

Jing Rong didn't make it to the last step because Dong Ci vomited afterwards.

She has a stomach problem, and she started to feel uncomfortable after eating the plate of beef. Later, coupled with Jingrong's various stimuli, her stomach began to turn over.

"vomit--"

She was really uncomfortable. She could barely stand at the beginning. Later, when she vomited, only acid water remained in her stomach. She twitched vigorously and needed Jing Rong to support her to stand.

His bathrobe was messy and scratched by Dong Ci, and two pink scratches remained on his neck. Listening to her vomiting, Jing Rong's face was so bad that he narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't know what he was thinking, but the arms around her waist tightened and tightened.

"pain……"

Dong Ci's painful call back to his wits, Jing Rong reached out to let her lean in his arms, took the cup on the side and tried the temperature, then handed it to her mouth and ordered quietly. "drink."

Dong Ci drank it gently in his hand, and her head, which was tormented by stomachache, had already lost her struggling strength.

She spit out the medicine she had just taken, and finally fed the medicine again. Jing Rong immediately covered her mouth with her hand and said coldly. "No more vomiting."

"Hmm--"

Seeing her struggling to shake her head, Jing Rong snorted hard. "If you dare to spit into my hand, you will not suffer anymore and I will make you stronger tonight!"

This sentence really frightened Dong Ci, his stomach was still terribly uncomfortable, and his feeling of vomiting did not drop at all. But Jing Rong's hand was blocking her lips at the moment, and she could only grasp his arm, holding back the nausea in her heart.

In the middle of the night, Dong Ci couldn't remember how he fell asleep. I just remembered that I vomited a few times, and finally cried out uncomfortably.

From beginning to end, Jing Rong did not leave her half a step, even when she was crying, she took her in her arms and wiped her tears.

"..."

This sleep was not stable, but Dong Ci's nose always smelled a scent of sandalwood, which made her barely wake up until dawn.

Although it is daybreak, but when you open your eyes, it is a large dark black. There was a little confusion in her eyes, and she didn't calm down for a long time until she heard the voice from the window.

"I haven't stopped going to school, just have other things to deal with recently."

Dong Ci recovered, and the memories of last night gradually poured into her mind. She touched the location beside her and found that there was still a trace of residual temperature.

Did she and Jing Rong sleep on a bed yesterday?

This thought made her feel a little scared, and quickly opened the quilt and looked at her body, only to feel relieved when she found nothing unusual.

"Well, I will listen to you, and I will take the class on time in the future." Perhaps it was because I just woke up and was not awake, Dong Ci felt that his voice was very gentle at the moment.

I really don't know who the person on the other side of the phone is, so that he can be so obedient. Dong Ci touched the soft quilt with unconsciousness, and did not realize that Jing Rong had noticed her.

"Okay, Jojo, you have a good rest, I have hung up beforehand."

Jing Rong said softly to the people on the other end of the phone, walked a few steps to the bed, and threw the phone into the bed. He tilted his head and moved his neck, showing pale green muscles on his fair skin.

"feel better now?"

His sudden words made Dong Ci stunned, and after a short reaction, he responded to what he asked. He subconsciously stretched his hand to caress his stomach, and said awkwardly. "It's not that bad anymore."

Although the memory of last night was vague, she was basically impressed.

She thought she was far away from her because of her appearance, but she didn't expect that he would take care of her all the way. Helping her to hand towels, give her medicine, let her drink warm water, and take care of her so thoughtfully, it seems that she is not the first time to take care of the patient, which makes Dong Ci have a new understanding of him.

This is really a mysterious teenager.

"You are really delicate." Seeing Dong Ci in a daze, Jing Rong sneered, not knowing whether to praise her or harm her.

He sat lazily on the sofa next to it and lit a cigarette.

The white smoke was dim in the dark room, the rising mist was very obvious, Dong Ci coughed a few times with frowning.

"Can't you smell the smoke?" Jing Rong's fingertips holding the cigarette were very beautiful. The slender white was like the fine white jade. However, after hearing her coughing, the fingertips suddenly extinguished the smoke.

He said, "Do you know Dong Ci? You really interest me more and more."