Mingyou kept crawling on one knee and moved forward.
Jiang Jingyu was dissatisfied and turned her head to look at Mingyou in front of the hall: "Go a little further."
Mingyou received the order and took two steps forward with an expressionless face.
Looking at Jiang Jingyu who was still a long way from the bed: "..."
The steps are still too conservative.
Jiang Jingyu ordered Mingyou to move forward again. Mingyou followed her order and moved forward again. Looking at Mingyou's conservative steps, Jiang Jingyu really couldn't bear it anymore.
"Come here."
Jiang Jingyu directly ordered Mingyou to come to her.
"yes."
Mingyou walked towards Jiang Jingyu on the bed without any hesitation, and finally knelt on one knee in front of the bed like a guardian.
Jiang Jingyu, who was originally lying on the bed, slowly stood up. She lay on her side on the bed, supporting her temple with one hand, and looked at Mingyou unscrupulously through the bed curtains.
Ming You lowered his head and knelt in front of the bed, supporting the ground with one hand, his eyes calm and peaceful.
Like a machine with temperature, no one and nothing can stir up his emotions.
Jiang Jingyu looked at Mingyou through the gauze of the bed curtains. Because Mingyou was bending over, from Jiang Jingyu's position, she could only see his slightly undulating chest muscles and the tendons on his shoulders.
Although I haven't touched it yet, I can imagine what it would feel like just by looking at Jiang Jingyu.
Jiang Jingyu swallowed reluctantly. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable when the strange disease attacked, it seemed that it was not too bad?
The fact that you have to look at a guy with abs to stop the pain is brilliant!
Because Mingyou was wearing half a mask on his face, Jiang Jingyu could not see his eyebrows and eyes. She could only see his thin lips as red as blood, and a strand of black hair behind him fell to his chest.
Jiang Jingyu's white jade hand stretched out from the bed curtain and fell on the cold mask on Mingyou's face.
Even when Jiang Jingyu touched the mask on his face, Mingyou's eyes did not fluctuate at all.
Jiang Jingyu took off the mask on Mingyou's face, and the evil face that was hated by both humans and gods came into her sight.
His eyes were cold, his eyebrows were like cold swords, his nose was high, his lips were as red as blood...his whole face was as delicate as a painting, like a bewitching demon, or an ethereal fairy.
Mingyou had her eyes lowered at this time, and her crow-feather-like eyelashes left a faint shadow under her eyes.
Jiang Jingyu looked at Mingyou with some anticipation, imagining what the scene would be like when he raised his head.
But many eyes flashed through her mind, but none of them matched this face.
"Look up at me."
Jiang Jingyu pretended to be calm and lay on the couch, playing with Mingyou's mask in her hands.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingyou raised his head and his eyes met Jiang Jingyu's.
Jiang Jingyu's breathing slowed down a beat, and all his thoughts were sucked into Mingyou's crow-blue eyes.
The dark blue eyes were like a calm ancient well, containing everything in the world, and at this moment they were reflecting Jiang Jingyu's face.
The two of them just stared at each other quietly, and Mingyou did not look away until Jiang Jingyu gave the order.
After a long time, Jiang Jingyu came back to his senses.
She casually put the cold mask in her hand aside and gently lifted Mingyou's chin with her bare fingers.
"So this is what you look like."
Jiang Jingyu murmured, her fingertips wandering around Mingyou's chin, brushing over his neck, collarbone, and well-defined chest muscles...
Finally, she lifted the strand of hair that fell on her chest and gently circled it around her fingers.
"Mingyou, I will pity you."
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