Chapter 297 Guilt Should Not Be Your Shackle
Ji Linshen reached out and patted her on the buttocks: "Favoring one over the other."
Her buttocks and heart trembled when he slapped her, and she opened her mouth and bit him just below the collarbone.
"Are you born in the Year of the Dog?" Ji Lin placed his palm deep on the back of her head, digging his fingers into her hair and messing up the curls that had just been blown dry.
The word pierced his temple like an icicle.
Lu Shiman's back instantly straightened, and his nails dug into his waist muscles through the cotton fabric.
Fu Boyang's words and Ji Linshen's self-narration kept replaying in his mind.
She let go and kissed the place she had just bitten. Her throat was a little blocked and her arms around Ji Linshen's waist tightened.
"I'm sorry, Ji Linshen." She leaned against Ji Linshen's chest, her voice muffled.
Ji Linshen was startled for a moment, the doubt in his eyes turned into understanding, and he gently stroked the back of her head with his palm: "In front of me, you will never be wrong, so don't say those three words to me again, okay?"
"Well...I'm sorry."
"You want to play word games with me?" Ji Linshen tightened his arms and hugged her tightly.
She shook her head and hugged him tightly, as if trying to make herself feel better in this way.
Feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms, Ji Linshen's heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Lu Shiman's sensitivity was so great that it frightened him. She would always magnify her own problems, dwell on them, blame herself, and then feel guilty.
“When I was little, I lived and ate with a dog.”
"From the age of 5 to 9, I did live in a dog house..."
The two voices continued to grow louder, and at the same time, his actions flashed back like a revolving lantern.
Her hands couldn't help but clench the fabric of his pajamas.
Ji Linshen suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed her to the head of the bed: "Guilt shouldn't be your shackles."
The peak of his lips pressed down the corners of her trembling mouth, and the breath that came over was wrapped in the lingering dampness of the bathroom.
Lu Shiman's pupils suddenly shrank, and she felt a mixture of shock and repression in her heart: "You..."
His fingertips brushed away the hair scattered on her temples: "Baby, all your emotions are branded on my skin."
Lu Shiman suddenly wrapped his forearm around the back of his neck and exerted force.
Ji Linshen was caught off guard and his Adam's apple rubbed against her brow bone.
The moment the tip of her nose poked into the hollow of his collarbone, her eyelashes swept across the protruding curve of his Adam's apple, scratching a fine itch on his skin.
"Ji Linshen..." The breath that leaked out from between her lips swirled, and the three words Ji Linshen rolled out of her lips wrapped in water vapor.
"Yes, I am." Ji Lin's answer rolled out from his deep throat.
She stopped talking, but tightened her grip around his neck.
She clamped her legs around his and wrapped her whole body around him like a snake, as if trying to relieve her chaotic emotions in this way.
The moonlight condensed into fresh frost on the window frame, and the warm yellow light in the room cast a blended shadow on the two people's faces pressed together.
The old scars gradually softened in the close body temperature, and the breaths met at the tip of the nose to form a moist net.
The heartbeat reached an eternal reconciliation across the ruins of two bodies.
As her emotions gradually calmed down, Lu Shiman pushed him away.
Ji Linshen half leaned against the headboard of the bed and picked up the tablet to check the updates from Chu Qifa.
Lu Shiman lay sideways on his lap and played games with Qin Jiaojiao.
The two of them turned on the microphone, playing and chatting casually at the same time.
"You're here too? I'm here today too." Lu Shiman responded immediately when she heard Qin Jiaojiao say she was here.
"We are indeed a perfect match. Come on, come together." Qin Jiaojiao excitedly patted Huo Beiyan's thigh.
Ji Linshen paused for a moment while sliding his fingers on the tablet, lowered his eyelids and observed her reaction.
Lu Shiman rubbed her little face against his legs: "Jiaojiao, as long as you love someone enough, your menstrual cycle will accommodate that person."
"You see, this is enough to show my love for you."
"Manman, I just farted. It was pretty loud, but it wasn't as loud as you thought."
Two sighs were heard from both ends of the phone, and both received a roll of the eyes.
"I don't have any pain this month. I wonder if it's because of the frequent heat therapy."
"What kind of heat therapy is so effective? Please recommend it."
"Hehe, this is a private heat therapy and is not rented out." Lu Shiman smiled ambiguously.
Qin Jiaojiao didn't understand and kept asking, "What do you mean by private heat therapy? Can't you even borrow it from me? Am I an outsider?"
Huo Beiyan couldn't help himself and reached out to press the mute button on her screen: "You also have your own private heat therapy."
"Bullshit, why didn't I know I had it!"
"I just did it for you last night." Huo Beiyan said, and without caring whether she reacted or not, he tapped the screen with his fingertips and turned on the microphone for her again.
Qin Jiaojiao's brain isn't that good sometimes, but as long as she thinks about it a few more times, she can come to her senses.
Her face immediately turned red, and she pinched Huo Beiyan's thigh: "You stinky hooligan, your head is full of dirty thoughts."
Huo Beiyan: "???"
Wasn’t this topic brought up by Lu Shiman?
It has nothing to do with Huo Beiyan.
The two played a few games, with even wins and losses, feeling like they had wasted the night, so they said goodbye and logged off.
Lu Shiman threw the phone aside and hugged Ji Linshen's thighs with both hands: "What are you looking at? You've been watching it all night."
"Some work reports from Chu Qifa." Ji Linshen replied lightly.
"Does he have some system that causes him to be electrocuted if it doesn't work?"
Ji Linshen chuckled: "Ask him some other day."
"Stop staring at this broken tablet." Lu Shiman snatched the tablet from his hand and threw it aside: "Stare at me."
"Can I just stare?" He lowered his head and stroked her cheek with his palm.
"You can kiss me, but it's better to go through approval." Lu Shiman looked up at him with a smile.
"Assistant to the president for approval?"
"Once you leave the company, you'll only be a lover and a financial sponsor, not an assistant or a president." Lu Shiman held his wrist, placed his palm on her lips and pecked it lightly.
"Okay, then, sponsor, how do you want me to go through the approval process?" Ji Linshen chuckled helplessly.
"Just swipe the card." A sly smile flashed in Lu Shiman's eyes.
"How do I brush it?"
Lu Shiman turned over and lay on the bed, reached out to lift up his pajamas, and lightly stroked his fingers along the ravine of his abdominal muscles: "Swipe like this, a lover's exclusive POS machine."
"Is this a card?" Ji Lin's abdominal muscles tensed, and his breathing became deeper with every stroke she made.
"Why don't hand cards count as cards~" Lu Shiman said as he started playing by himself.
"The credit limit has been exceeded"
"What should we do then?" Lu Shiman withdrew her hand and lay back on his lap.
"You can pay with lip tattoos." Ji Linshen's drooping hair brushed across the tip of her nose, and his left hand rested on the pillow beside her ear, making a dent.
The back of Lu Shiman's head sank into the warmth of his thigh muscles.
"Close your eyes." He gave the order while his Adam's apple brushed against her eyelashes. He supported the curve of her jaw with the palm of his right hand and slowly lifted it up.
Lu Shiman's tongue was intercepted as soon as it emerged from the gap between his lips, and the fragrance of shower gel diffused between their nostrils.
The desk lamp cast the overlapping silhouettes of two people on the wall.
The thumb that supported his chin suddenly rubbed her hot earlobe.
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