Jiang Ling subconsciously raised her hand and touched her nose. Hmm, there was no bleeding.
This is such a handsome guy!
She looked stunned, then smiled, "Look at you."
Zhou Jing'an lowered his eyes and quietly concealed his smile.
He extinguished the last candle, leaving only one on near the gauze curtain at the door in case he had to get up at night, and then walked over.
He lay beside her, with only the innermost light pink gauze curtain of the bed open, and looked at her: "Ling'er is also beautiful."
With the handsome man by her side, Jiang Ling didn't feel sleepy at all.
She didn't say anything else, just pinched his face and kissed him with her eyes closed.
A hint of triumphant smile flashed across Zhou Jing'an's eyes, and he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.
The pink gauze tent is warm, the night is tinged with ambiguity, and even the moonlight becomes hazy.
Zhou Jingan kissed her and asked her, "Does Ling'er like me?"
"I like it..." Jiang Ling took the time to reply him while taking a breath.
"Does Ling'er like me the most?" He asked another question.
"Well... I like you the most."
"Does Ling'er still dislike me?"
He actually still remembered what happened in the carriage.
Jiang Ling was stunned and wanted to laugh, but he bit her lightly as if punishing her for not paying attention.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her, with a hint of accusation in his tone, "Ling'er, what are you thinking? I'm already in front of you."
Even when he was kissing her, she was still distracted.
Jiang Ling chuckled, "I'm thinking of you."
He added, "I don't dislike you."
Zhou Jing'an was satisfied and didn't give her any more chance to speak.
The moonlight was quiet, and the moonlight poured in. Behind her was a spread of black hair. Her white seemed even more dazzling than the moonlight, and it made the corners of Zhou Jingan's eyes red.
Not to mention Jiang Ling's rosy face like a peony, which almost made him lose his mind.
However, Zhou Jing'an stopped before the last step.
He closed his eyes in unbearable pain, and when he opened them, the desire in him had been suppressed by half.
Seeing this, Jiang Ling reached out to him, but he caught her hand and kissed it on his lips.
"It's been more than five months and it's stable..." she said.
Zhou Jing'an shook his head.
In his eyes, Jiang Ling was as fragile as a delicate flower. He was afraid that she would get bumped, hurt, or feel uncomfortable. At this moment, he would not bring any possibility of danger to her just for his momentary pleasure.
Jiang Ling pursed her lips, blushing, not knowing what to say.
Fortunately, Zhou Jing'an has always been able to understand what she means.
He leaned over to kiss her, and the first thing he said was a hoarse, gravel-like voice: "Are you uncomfortable?"
Jiang Ling raised her hands to cover her face, revealing a pair of wet eyes, and nodded.
Zhou Jing'an seemed to think for a while, and while kissing her, he moved his hand down over her smooth brocade.
But at this time he did not forget to ask for benefits, and said to her forehead: "Kiss me."
Jiang Ling cursed him in her heart as a scoundrel. He knew that she had no power to fight back at this moment, yet he still took advantage of her misfortune.
But she still raised her head and pressed her lips to his, and just as she was about to withdraw, she was attacked again.
A gentle yet strong long kiss brought blush to both of their cheeks.
Zhou Jing'an suddenly looked up as if he had realized something, and stepped back with a hint of hesitation and temptation.
Jiang Ling sensed what he was about to do and reached out to push his head, "Don't..."
But Zhou Jing'an would not listen to her at this time. He raised his head and kissed her sweaty palm lightly, then lowered his head.
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The candle on the gauze curtain at the door was about to burn out. The moon was at its zenith, and even the moon seemed sleepy and had hidden in the clouds.
Jiang Ling was about to fall asleep in a daze when she felt him taking a warm wet towel to wipe her. He pulled her out of the quilt as if she were out of water and held her in his arms, kissing the top of her head while rubbing every one of her fingertips.
Before she fell asleep, she pulled him aside and asked, "What about you?"
She clearly saw the bulging veins on his forehead and his eyes were about to turn red.
Zhou Jing'an shook his head and just let her go to sleep first.
He covered her with the quilt and then hurried to the ear room.
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