That Girl Made me Sleepless

Rong Jinchu's hand is in his trousers pocket, one hand is holding rice crisp, and the pace is leisurely toward the extended version of Rolls Royce.

"Hua La" sound, guard in the door on both sides of the bodyguard opened the door for it.

Mi Su was held in one hand and watched the door close.

In the car, put a bottle of old wine, marble bar, goblet of wine was drunk.

Tip of the nose, the smell belongs to the man.

Rong Jinchu sat down and held the rice crisp in his lap.

Mi Su had no time to care how ambiguous this posture was. She lost her face and drooped her head. At the thought of saying goodbye to this beautiful world, she felt sad.

She's young

I don't want to die yet

Rong Jinchu stretched out his hand, index finger gently flicked her cheek, "bring the wine over."

Rice crisp did as he did, but didn't pass the wine to Rong Jinchu.

She held the goblet in both hands, looked at the scarlet liquid in the goblet, smelled the mellow aroma of wine, in addition, there was an attractive aroma of fruit.

Put the rice cake on the tip of your nose and smell it.

It's not red wine, it's wine.

Rong Jinchu takes a panoramic view of her movements around her waist.

He hated being touched by her things.

But if this person is missu, he can accept it.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Well..."

"Then drink it."

"Oh."

Get permission, rice crisp is not polite, holding goblet on the lips, a small sip into the throat.

It's really delicious.

Thin lips, enlarged smile.

Rong Jinchu's eyes fell on the red and full lips of rice crisp.

He clearly saw that the place where rice crisp was drunk was just right, which was the place where he had drunk before.

Is this indirect kissing?

He likes it.

When rice crisp finished drinking, he felt warm in his stomach, and his fear also decreased.

From the moment Rong Jinchu appeared, she knew that she was getting closer and closer to her death.

She raises her eyes and remembers the questions she had asked in the garden and Rong Jinchu's answers. She is helpless. It seems that if one person looks at another person, he can really kill himself.

Simply, she doesn't waste time discussing with Rong Jinchu why she wants to kill herself.

She had a sore throat and a cry in her voice. "Come on, how do you want to kill me?"

Instead of worrying about when you will die all day long, it's better to face it straight.

She is not a person who escapes from problems.

During this period, she also wanted to go to the police, but she had no human or material evidence. Even if she went to the police station and told the police uncle that someone wanted to kill herself without any reason, others would only treat her as a psychopath.

Rong Jinchu was attracted by her cry, chest, a little stuffy.

"Why are you crying?"

“……”

Crispy rice bit her lip.

What's wrong with her crying?

She's going to die. Isn't she allowed to cry?

Rice crisp biting lips, white teeth, in the pink lips bite out a white.

Think of here, more and more feel aggrieved, she also don't care whether Rong Jinchu will hate his quarrel, in a rage twisted his neck, mouth began to cry.

"Wow -"

Rong Jinchu frowned and looked at the black and white eyes, big and big tears fell down. He suddenly felt that he was a little abnormal. He even liked to hear her cry.

The corner of his lips is a hook, and he picks his eyebrows.

Maybe, he really has the potential to be a pervert.