"Don't you have anything else to say to me?" Jiang Jiang looked at his superior profile and asked suddenly, "Why did you only answer with two words: satisfied? Huh? I said I like you, and you didn't say anything to me?"
Her tone was not aggressive, and even sounded a bit like she was acting coquettishly.
But Rong Yan seemed to be pushed to the edge of a cliff.
What is like?
He looked at her intently.
He was well aware that she liked his appearance.
So, is the affection in your eyes also murderous intent?
Is it the same as me looking at those people, killing them, and stuffing them?
Somehow, Rong Yan felt that it must be different, because he would not look at those people so gently.
But she only had eyes for herself, and the fact that she looked at herself so intently gave this madman an unprecedented stimulation.
Smelling the scent emanating from her body.
Rong Yan suddenly felt that dying in this wilderness and letting his soul return to himself would not be such a difficult thing to accept.
Therefore, Jiang Jiang saw the other party hesitate for a moment, and slowly and tremblingly revealed his fragile neck in front of her.
He took her hand again, as if taking an oath in church, and placed it solemnly on his weakness that he had never shown to others like this.
There was a tenderness and affection in his eyes that he himself was not aware of, and his deep and pleasant voice seemed to be making some kind of solemn oath: "I like you, too."
Jiang Jiang: “.......” I understand the principle, but why is it in this posture?
She tried to free her hands.
But the other party was very strong and I couldn't break free at all.
He even went further and used her hands to strangle his neck.
Jiang Jiang: “???”
She struggled again.
This time it finally caused some reaction. Rong Yan seemed to realize that he was not normal just now and talked to himself.
But when Jiang Jiang heard what he was saying, he felt that he didn't actually realize that—
"Yeah, you can't kill yourself by strangling yourself, but don't worry, the tools won't damage the integrity of your skin, but scars from scratches are easier to clean than finger marks."
He said something incomprehensible and then inexplicably stuffed a thin blade into her hand.
Jiang Jiang: “…….Ah?”
"Are you taking me to kill someone...? Is there an enemy of yours at that dinner party? You should have told me earlier. I'm only wearing leggings underneath. Will I be exposed if I kill someone in a skirt like this?"
Jiang Jiang muttered, and his back hand was pulled by him again, and the sword was against the other party's neck.
It was because she used her wrist to block it at the critical moment, otherwise there might have been blood by now.
No, are you sick?
Jiang Jiang rarely cursed, "Don't tell me you want me to kill you?"
But Rong Yan's expression was exceptionally gentle, as if he was tolerating an ignorant child, and he even coaxed her: "I sharpened this blade myself, it's very sharp, just push it here, you don't need to use much strength."
Jiang Jiang screamed silently.
After repeatedly confirming with 10086 in his mind that what she said just now was love, not hatred, and certainly not wanting to kill.
An absurd but quite possible guess came into her mind.
For a moment, Jiang Jiang was speechless, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that he had also been marinated.
After figuring out the key, it was as if the wrinkles in my cerebral cortex were instantly smoothed out and stretched, and I felt an instant sense of relaxation.
Jiang Jiang pulled his hand away.
...no twitching.
Jiang Jiang calmly said, "Let go."
Rong Yan blinked and let go of his hand, and the sword slid down the seat to the ground.
He tried to pick it up, but his jaw was pinched by the fingers of the woman in front of him, and his face was forced to face her.
"Don't you know what love is?"
Rong Yan: “…”
When he asked this question, he thought for a moment that he was mentally retarded.
Rong Yan: "Yes."
...
...
Okay, so what if I admit it?
䯬䛈.
Jiang Jiang closed his eyes.
I couldn't help but ask him, "Then why do you think I want to kill you? Did you think the same when you said you liked me?"
How could someone link the feeling of liking someone with murder?
"No." Rong Yan denied. He had no intention of caring about the sword left on the ground at the moment. His strong intuition told him that if he didn't answer this question well, he might encounter some unpleasant things.
"I can't bear to leave."
As he spoke, he leaned closer to Jiang Jiang, his chest rubbing against her hand, and he covered her hand over his heart.
The fox, who was always in control of everything, looked at her with a look of bewilderment and great trust:
"Because...when I see you, this part of my body starts beating really fast. But before, it only happens when I see blood, so..."
So the two are linked together.
"What should I do, Jiang Jiang? I'm so stupid. I don't even understand this."
He approached step by step until their noses touched, but Jiang Jiang did not push him away.
After receiving indulgence and tacit approval, Rong Yan curled his eyes, and his originally uneasy mood gradually calmed down.
He hooked her up to pinch his newly exercised 㱕****
"Teach me what love is, teacher."
"I've never liked anyone before."
He led her hand downwards.
He grabbed the knot of skin hidden under his shirt.
A single move can affect the entire body.
His whole body tensed up because of this.
A helpless sob escaped from his throat.
Jiang Jiang: “…” You city Alphas, are you so good at having fun?
She moved her fingers, feeling a little excited, and couldn't help looking towards the driver's seat in front of her. She whispered to Rong Yan:
"Is this baffle good at sound insulation?"
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