President he is paranoid

And he nestled in her arms blankly, but he didn't understand why she had to apologize.

For him, waiting for her is a matter of course, no matter how long it takes, no matter how hungry or thirsty, he will wait...

keep waiting...

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Xia Qi took a shower in Jun Jinyan's apartment, and finally she was not in a mess.Because she didn't bring any replacement clothes, she could only wear his clothes temporarily.

Jun Jinyan's shirt, for Xia Qi, is completely below the hips and can be used as a skirt.The mirror in the bathroom was steamed into a vast expanse of whiteness.

Xia Qi raised her hand, wiped the mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror.

At this moment, she didn't know how to go out and face Jun Jinyan.If she didn't say sorry, what should she say?

After doing self-psychological construction for a long time, Xia Qi finally walked out of the bathroom.

Jun Jinyan sat by the bed, still maintaining Xia Qi's posture before entering the bathroom, as if she was thinking about something, but she seemed to be just in a daze.

Xia Qi stepped forward, "You..."

"Prove it to me!" He said abruptly, raised his jaw, looked up at her and said, "Prove it to me, prove that what you just said to me is true."

Now, she was standing and he was sitting.She lowered her head and said a little nah na, "How...to prove?"

He stared at her without blinking, then took her right hand and put it on the belt of his bathrobe, "This is how to prove it."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what the proof Jun Jinyan was talking about. Immediately, her face flushed red, and the hand he held was scalding to death.

"Not willing?" He let go of his hand and asked indifferently, without any emotion on his face.

Xia Qi pursed her lips, then shook her head, "No, I'm not unwilling."

Although she was a little at a loss, a little shocked, and a little surprised, but... the deepest voice in her heart was telling her that she was willing to do this proof.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Qi stiffly untied Jun Jinyan's bathrobe.

Under the bathrobe, he didn't wear anything.Bright and clean as jade, but cold as ice.As if touching it with your fingers, you will feel a burst of chill.

At least, she only needs to take off a bathrobe, and she doesn't have to take off anything else.Xia Qi comforted herself in her heart, but her face flushed even more red.

Jun Jinyan remained motionless, like a sculpture, as if waiting to see how Xia Qi would carry out this "proof".

Her palms were sweating again, Xia Qi only felt that she was more nervous than the day at the nightclub.At that time, he had a drug attack, and his whole mind was only half awake, but she was more worried about his physical condition at that time, and the feeling of tension was not obvious.

But now, he is sober, he is watching her every movement, observing her every expression...

The heartbeat was constantly accelerating, Xia Qi only felt that she could easily hear her own heartbeat and breathing.

Take a moment, short and rapid.

"You...close your eyes." She couldn't help but said.

He stared at her, then slowly closed his eyes, the long eyelashes, like a fan, cast shadows on the eyelids.

The tension faded a little, Xia Qi moved her fingers on Jun Jinyan's body, and her lips gently pressed against his forehead, cheeks, and bridge of nose... Her kiss was a little stiff and clumsy, but still easily ignited the fire on his body,

His lower body gradually changed, his breathing gradually changed from steady to rapid, and his fair skin began to be stained with a light pink.

So...not only he can influence her, but she can also influence him!

Not ashamed to look at Jun Jinyan's swelling, Xia Qi took advantage of the situation and pushed Jun Jinyan onto the bed, her eyes lingering on his neck.

His neck is slender and gracefully curved, and even his Adam's apple looks very delicate.

Somewhat involuntarily, Xia Qi kissed Jun Jinyan's Adam's apple. Immediately, his body trembled, and a moan escaped from his thin lips.

Xia Qi was stunned, like a cold machine suddenly injected with human emotions.

So natural, so beautiful.

It was this man who had followed her since she was a child, treating her as the only existence; it was also this man who would make her say sorry over and over again.

And her feelings for him are constantly changing with age, like, dislike, boredom, fear, fear, distress, helplessness...

Until now—"Today, does it hurt a lot?" She asked in a murmur.

His eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes, "If I say it hurts badly, will you say sorry again?"

"I……"

"What I wanted was never your sorry." When she was a child, when she said sorry over and over again, what he was attached to was her embrace and breath.

At that time, she cried so much that the tears kept falling down.

Therefore, he never told her that when he was hiding in the ruins, how much he expected her to find him sooner, and how scared he was thinking, what would he do if she couldn't find him? ? !

Will he lose this warmth and light, and then return to his own world? !

And when he finally saw her appear in front of him, his tense nerves finally relaxed, because he knew that she had found him, and he was no longer alone!

Looking fixedly at the person in front of him, Jun Jinyan asked, "Do you know what my pain feels like?"

Xia Qi shook her head, watched Jun Jinyan's lips open and close, and heard his cold voice say, "Only when you truly love someone, will you feel truly alive. Maybe you can understand what the so-called heartache is, that kind of pain should be like suffocation, it hurts deeply, and it is carved into the bone marrow...Qiqi, you said this sentence! And now, here I am—— "

He raised his finger and pointed to his left chest—the location of his heart, "This is the kind of pain I have here."

She looked at him blankly.

And he murmured, "Qiqi, am I in love with you?"

For a moment, she only felt her throat dry up, and her eyes were filled with shock and surprise.

He - fell in love with her? !

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For a long time, Xia Qi knew that Jun Jinyan might like her, maybe she couldn't be without her, but that was just a desire for monopoly, a habit, and a pathological uniqueness.