Kiss You, Sweetheart

Xiang Shen sleep in the past, nothing to think about, so peaceful life.

Demi suddenly opened her eyes.

All her life, how could she think of the funniest words?

……

In the early morning, the sun shines in, the wind gently lifts the curtains, and the whispers and breathes in the room make people blush.

In the early winter morning, in the cold room without air conditioning, song Zhixin's back was covered with sweat, and so was Demi's body.

This is the sweetest time for both of them. After that, song Zhixin still held her for a long time to breathe, reluctant to let go.

He kisses her earlobe, wet lingering: "baby, you are really about my life."

Demi: --

I'm blushing and I can't speak.

"For the first time, a woman made me feel like I wanted to die on her." Song Zhixin gently caresses Demi's face, and her eyes light up, "you really win."

Demi just started to smile. She looked at the deep light in his eyes, and suddenly she was in a trance. It seems to see the sincerity, it seems to see a possible forever.

But soon Demi woke up.

All these things will never happen to her and song Zhixin. Maybe at this time, she did have a little affection for him, but what does that mean?

Maybe it's just because his bed skills are good, so her temporary infatuation doesn't mean she really has a heart.

How can we go on together if we are not the same people?

Her purpose is very simple, that is to get the totem and fly away. And his body is the compensation for song Zhixin.

In fact, he also brought her unprecedented happiness, and she was not at a loss.

Demi thought so coldly that she pushed song Zhixin: "it's killing me."

As soon as song Zhixin propped up his arm thoughtfully, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Young master, master, please go to the study." It's the voice of a domestic servant.

"Well, I see." Song Zhixin got up completely and put the quilt on Demi's body. He said in a warm voice, "you can sleep for a while, and I'll tell you to have breakfast later."

Demi is really upset. She also admires song Zhixin for his love. He seems to be OK.

Who said "motherfucker"? It's very clear.

Song Zhixin cleans himself up, kisses Demi on the forehead and goes out.

Demi chooses a comfortable position and is ready to take a nap. But song Zhixin didn't go long, and before she fell asleep, she heard the sound of the door handle being pressed down and the door lock turning.

Demi thought song Zhixin was back, so she said lazily, "I haven't fallen asleep for a while."

Tone with a little coquetry.

However, she heard a cold voice: "do you really think this is your own home?"

Qi Pei!

Demi's nerves were cold. She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up wrapped in a quilt. Her eyes looked down at Qi Pei standing at the door.

She didn't wear any clothes. It's really embarrassing for Qi Pei to come in without knocking.

Demi had no choice but to sit still on the bed and said, "aunt."

"It's better to call me Mrs. song." Qi Pei grinned coldly and looked at the messy hair of Demi and the clothes scattered on the ground. Her eyes were cold and mean.

Such a frivolous woman came to her husband's home for the first time