Kiss You, Sweetheart

With a slip of her finger, a picture of Demi clasping the girl's wrist was posted on the Internet by her trumpet. The content just said that Demi bullied little transparency with her high popularity and so on.

As long as you take Demi off the top, isn't she the top?

Second, she really hates these two words.

Demi quickly took a shower and came out. She wrapped her head to find a hair dryer. Jin Yushu jumped down and went to find a hair dryer for her and blow her hair.

Demi changed her pajamas, climbed up, took the mobile phone on the bedside table, unlocked it and opened it. She saw a text message with two short words: come here.

Demi's heart jumped.

Song Zhixin!

In the past few days of training, he seems to be missing. He never bothers her by calling and sending short messages. She almost forgot his existence, but before the game, he thought of her again.

Demi felt guilty and took a look at Jin Yushu. She was playing a game and didn't pay attention to her situation.

She can calm down everything, but when song Zhixin is involved, she is flustered. She is afraid of others. She knows that she really has such a big backstage.

She wanted to have a good rest, but he ordered her to go, and she had to go. He is asking for his reward before the game, offended him, maybe tomorrow's game, she will be out.

The God of life and death.

Demi had to get out of bed, go to the dresser, put on a light make-up, change a skirt, and wring her bag to leave.

When she left, she and Jin Yushu said hello. Jin Yushu seemed to be paying attention to other things. She didn't care about her leaving. She waved and didn't ask much.

Usually, she would pester her to ask.

But at this time, Demi's heart was empty, and she wanted to ask nothing.

After entering the elevator, Demi took out her sunglasses and mask and put them on her face. Now she's more famous, so she has to dress up.

But those reporters, how also did not expect, she will go to the six-star Hotel, directly dive the biggest boss.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the gate of Manha hotel. Demi gets out of the car and walks into Fuhua's hall with the revolving door. She looks at the elevator and sends a text message to song Zhixin.

Here I am.

After a while, the front desk lady smiles and walks up to Demi. After asking her some questions, she leads her to the elevator and swipes her card.

There was no sound on the floor of the presidential suite. Demi subconsciously looked at the camera, lowered her head to the door, lifted her wrist and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door was opened, and song Zhixin stood at the door in his nightgown, with cigarettes between his fingers, and the smell of smoke on his body.

I don't know why he likes smoking so much now.

He gave Demi a blank look and turned aside to let her in. Doing this, neither of them spoke.

When Demi is hanging her bag on the hanger, song Zhixin stands behind her and sticks to her slightly. It was a very intimate action, but it made Demi's body stiff. By the ear, song Zhixin's warm breath came. His soft lips gently rubbed her earlobe, as if to kiss her, or greedy for the fragrance of her hair.

Demi's heart jumped, instinctively avoiding his intimacy, and she said, "I'll go wash it."

Song Zhixin