Gu Qingxu was silent for a moment, a rare moment, before he spoke softly, "Mianmian, did you say that casually?"
Zhumian didn't answer, and the two people's breathing intertwined and moved away.
Gu Qingxu asked her in a different way: "Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?"
Zhu Mian looked at him but didn't say anything. Her eyes were dark and clear, like a foggy sea.
No answer was the answer. Gu Qingxu finally understood and said in a slightly heavy voice, "Aren't we still counting?"
She fell headfirst onto the bed: "Men need status too."
Gu Qingxu looked at her, feeling uneasy.
In fact, he always felt that after they broke up once, she didn't like him as much anymore.
In the past, when I faced him during my daytime nap, I would blush, feel embarrassed, hesitate, and be reserved, and sometimes I would ask for his opinion.
Now he was like a temporary partner whom she was going to play with and then discard. Her focus was never on their relationship, but on the things between men and women.
She no longer tensed up about his feelings, nor did she look at him expectantly.
She might still like him somewhat, but she might not be sad about losing him.
Probably because she had suffered a loss once, so she would not put him in such an important position to avoid being hurt again.
He could feel that even if he suddenly had an engagement or did something, it would be difficult for her to accept.
She really didn't even bother to listen to his explanation and just left him.
Because her patience has been exhausted.
She said she only liked it a little bit, and it's probably true, only a little bit.
This was the only time that Gu Qingxu really believed that she was not joking.
He didn't want them to be like this, he always felt like he was going to lose her.
He wanted to be with her forever and didn't want to be separated. He wanted to be with her for the rest of their lives, from dating to marriage.
But now it seems that, to a certain extent, he is not even as important as Shiwu.
Because Shi Wang was at least her first love.
He was even certain that even if Shi Wang was suddenly in danger one day and needed help, she would definitely help.
Even when nothing happened, she was dismissive of Shi Wang.
But what about him? If he made another mistake, would she abandon him?
Gu Qingxu held her wrist and said, "Mianmian, look at me."
She murmured softly, "Hmm?"
His voice was so low that it sounded like the hum of a double bass: "How can you love me?"
She casually responded, "Isn't it enough now?"
He lifted her up and held her in his arms, wrapping her completely with his arms and body. The hug that fit perfectly seemed to bring him closer to her heart.
"I want you to love me very much, just like I love you, and I want to be with you forever."
His large, warm body wrapped around her, firm and strong.
Old-fashioned clock ticking.
During the daytime nap, I feel like the masculine hormones are almost seeping through my skin into my spine, and my body unconsciously becomes weak.
She was speechless: "Are you so sure that I don't like you?"
But he hit a dead end. A little bit of liking didn't count as liking: "I'm sure."
Zhumian smiled silently and touched his thin, three-dimensional face: "Gu Lu, give up the ownership and enjoy the right to use."
Gu Qingxu placed his dry, thin hand on her hip, and his other hand on her waist:
"But you're not really ready to move on to the next stage with me."
"Why aren't you ready?" She pressed against his chest.
"You didn't buy a condom."
Zhu Mian suddenly looked up and met his inky gaze.
She thought she had misheard, but there was no smile in his eyes, not even a little bit. He was not joking at all, but was serious. It felt like she was flying into a flame.
As expected, men are men, they can say such things without any psychological burden.
Even Gu Qingxu would speak like this.
Zhu Mian froze. She looked at Gu Qingxu, and Gu Qingxu also looked at her. They didn't say anything, just staring at each other.
She was so shocked that she didn't know what to say in response to him.
Gu Qingxu rubbed her waist with his thin, straight, and broad hands, but the action was too sudden.
Zhu Meng shook uncontrollably.
Gu Qingxu held her tightly, just like a child, and wanted her to stick close to his chest and waist. Her waist unconsciously sank a little, and he pressed her against him.
Her teeth chattered: "Do you want tonight?"
He held her in his arms: "Tonight is the same as a year, from the year of Bingshen to the year of Dingyou."
I want to slap him in the face during my daytime sleep, what a pervert.
She was stunned: "How can you say such a thing?"
Flirting with a woman with such a gentle face is completely beyond my imagination.
Gu Qingxu lowered his eyelashes: "Because I want you very much."
His eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
Zhu Mian felt that she was doomed, and she tried to get out of Gu Qingxu's arms, but Gu Qingxu held her so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
"Let go."
"What happens after you release it?"
Daytime sleep was discouraged: "Why don't we do the same tonight as before?"
"Because it's a new year, I want to get to know you better."
I wanted to roll my eyes when I heard this.
"How do you know?"
He ran his long, cold, white fingers through her dark hair: "I hope you'll love me more."
She gave in and looked into his eyes angrily: "Then I'll buy a condom when I love you very much."
She was as arrogant as a wild fox baring its teeth at humans, raising her chin slightly, looking impatient and disdainful.
He whispered, "Okay."
Daytime sleep is enough: "I am so annoyed. I need to sleep."
As soon as Gu Qingxu let go, she fell directly onto the bed and wrapped herself in the quilt.
During the day, you can sleep in your own bed and roll around.
The bed that Gu Qingxu slept in was a little small, but because there was not much space to move around, he could naturally hold her in his arms all the time.
When I woke up the next day, there was breakfast on the table and the little dinosaur was doing a backflip.
Xiaomen took the sticky note off the table.
It says good luck in the interview.
She crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
All the bastards are the same, they want everything.
When her flight arrived in the capital and she entered the TV station, she felt a sense of solemnity and mystery.
She almost skipped a beat when she saw a familiar news anchor.
Photographers carrying cameras and reporters holding microphones hurried out of the building.
The work ID card worn around everyone's neck is something people envy for no reason.
Surprisingly, not many people came for the interview, and it's likely that the news hasn't spread.
When I was doing a nap interview, as soon as I entered the room, I saw a face that was so familiar that it couldn’t be more familiar.
Peace and peace.
All her movements seemed to have stopped.
What came to my mind was the news that I saw in middle school about He Anzhi going undercover in a black workshop and rescuing more than 40 people.
It shows his rigorous and warm hosting style after he transformed from a reporter to a host.
If it weren't for He Anzhi, she wouldn't have chosen news.
At this moment, her eyes even felt hot.
He Anzhi had his hair combed back, wore a neat suit with a notch lapel, and had a refined and easy-going face.
He pronounced her name:
"Daytime nap, right?"
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