Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 812
However, as soon as the palm of his hand touched it, a rough touch came. Lin Jing frowned slightly. Looking at his arm through the moonlight reflected from the window, the terrible scars were still clearly visible.

Almost instinctively, she gently stroked his injured arm with her fingers. There were scars on it.

She once remembered that Feng Mocheng said that he cut it himself.

During that time, she lied to him that she was not the current Lin Jing, so he treated himself like this.

Does he have that pain in his heart?

Lin Jing was moved with compassion, especially in such a late night, the gentleness of this man last second is still vivid in his memory.

Lin Jing felt her vision blurred, she reached out and touched her eye sockets, her eyelashes were a little wet.

She swore it was just secretions from the corners of her eyes, not tears.

Lin Jing rubbed his eyes, turned around, faced Feng Mocheng, and stared at him for a long time.

He slept very quietly, his breathing was very steady, and his breath radiated on her face, so hot and so thick.

"Feng Mocheng, what should I do?" Her voice was quiet and sad.

……

The elegant piano sound echoed in the villa, and the beating movement was refreshing.

Feng Mocheng's slender fingers played beautiful music on the black and white keys of the piano.

Lin Jing was his audience, his only audience.

She didn't want to hear it at first, but Feng Mocheng forced her to come here, and she was forced to listen.

Listening, listening, fascinated, staring at him unconsciously.

Feng Mocheng stopped suddenly, and stretched out his hand to her: "Come here."

Lin Jing shook his head.

He frowned, a little displeased, "I let you come over."

Lin Jing bit her lip, stood up from the chair, and walked towards Feng Mocheng. "What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Feng Mocheng grabbed her hand and pressed it on the piano, "Let's play together."

"What?" Lin Jing immediately shook off his hand, "No, I don't know how to play the piano."

He smiled gently: "It's okay, I can teach you."

"But I don't want to learn." Lin Jing withdrew his hand: "Play it, I'll just listen here."

Feng Mocheng's eyes turned cold: "I'll let you come here." He patted his leg, "Come here."

Lin Jing shook his head.

Feng Mocheng seemed to have lost his patience, his brows tightened, and he directly pulled Lin Jing over.

How can a woman's strength compare to a man's? Lin Jing was pulled by him like this, and he sat on his lap with a spin, and the two cuddled together in an intimate position with their chests on their backs.

Lin Jing blushed a little. Even after going through so much, she still couldn't restrain her emotions in front of Feng Mocheng. She knew in her heart that no matter how much she pretended, she was still Lin Jing, the Lin Jing who loved Feng Mocheng. .

"Your face is so red." Feng Mocheng pierced her.

Lin Jing was a little annoyed: "Let go of me, I don't want to learn."

"I want to teach you."

"Why are you so overbearing?"

"I've always been domineering, don't you know?" He grabbed her hands and pressed them on the piano, "I want to teach you."

Lin Jing bit her lip, and nodded compromisingly, "But let's say it first, I'm stupid, I can't learn well, so you can't kill me."

"I won't kill you, I will teach you slowly, because..." He put his arms around her waist, Xie Mei said deeply again: "We two still have a long time, a lifetime."

lifetime!

Lin Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head in disbelief, and stared at him.

(End of this chapter)