Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Jiang Yu exhaled slowly, trying to get up with his elbows propped up, but Jing Tong was frightened by his action and screamed in horror: "Ah, don't come over!"

The man looked at her with a frown, and his voice was hoarse: "What do you think I want to do?"

"I don't care what you want to do, anyway, stay away from me!" Jing Tong still covered his eyes.

Jiang Yu's throat bones slipped, and his voice was a little dumb: "This is just a normal physiological reaction, what are you afraid of."

The man's voice is hoarse, but at least the tone is very calm.

Jing Tong finally calmed down, quietly put his hands down, his eyes aimed at a certain position.

But soon she screamed again, covering her eyes and yelling: "You let it go!"

Jiang Yu's eyes darkened a bit.

He was irritated with pain, and he didn't intend to do anything, but the woman's panic reaction made him have an impulse in an instant.

Fortunately, strong reason suppressed that impulse.

"Not so fast," he said in a deep voice, and finally stood up.

Jing Tong was scared and backed off again and again, so he almost rolled around on the ground, so that the skirt of the nightdress was lifted, and the two white and slender long legs were completely exposed to the man's eyes.

His gaze fell uncontrollably.

Seeing the man's throat sliding up and down, Jing Tong screamed again, and quickly pulled the skirt down to cover his thigh.

"You still see!" She was furious.

Jiang Yu's eyes fell on her face, and the dark eyes revealed a fatal danger. He walked towards her and scared Jing Tong as a whole.

"Get up." The man's calm tone concealed a little imperceptible abandonment, and he reached out to her, "Do you think you are a mop?"

Where did Jing Tong dare to touch his hand?

She was still immersed in huge shock and shame, "Jiang Yu, what's the matter with you! Are you cold?"

The man froze for a moment, then the eyebrows gathered together, his expression a little difficult to describe.

"Who told you...I'm cold?" he said word by word, his eyes terrifying.

Jing Tong was speechless.

"...Why aren't you indifferent?" she blushed and retorted. "You have neither a man nor a woman by your side, is it not coldness?"

Otherwise, where would she dare to let this man into her room.

Jiang Yu did not know whether he was so angry that he laughed softly.

He stared at her with a meaningful tone: "It seems that you have misunderstood me a lot."

Jing Tong raised his head with difficulty, and looked at him fiercely-not that she wanted to, but she didn't dare to look down at all. She was afraid that she would have a long eye, although his clothes were tightly worn, but also very Spicy eyes, OK?

"That... is it calm?" Her tone was extremely rigid.

Jiang Yu looked at her with a horrified look. Not only did the fire not go down, but it burned more vigorously.

"I said, it wasn't that fast." He spit out this recklessly, disregarding her resistance, grabbed her wrist and dragged her from the ground.

The palms of men are amazingly hot.

Jing Tong was so scared that her heart was about to jump out. After standing upright, she desperately threw off his hands and then backed away until she reached the body of the bookcase before she felt a little relieved.

"You... hurry up!" Her voice was still trembling, and her wide eyes were not only frightened, but also a little strange, like knowing him for the first time.