The world is waiting for the president to kick me

Chapter 1722 She has been hesitating whether to ask

Standing at the door, Jiang Yiting watched them leave in the elevator for an unknown how long.

Finally, he supported the door to close slowly, glanced at the living room, and was stunned for a moment by himself before going upstairs.

He originally wanted to go back to his room first, but, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the sloping door had opened a small crack and was not closed securely.

Just before he went down, it was firmly closed.

Frowning, he turned his steps and walked towards the opposite side.

Pushing open the door, following the faint light in the corridor, he carefully looked at the scene in the room.

There was a big lump in the middle of the bed, no different from when he left.

only……

Jiang Yiting walked in, closed the door behind his back, and walked to the bed.

Looking at Xiong Jingling who buried half of her face in the quilt, her face was still pink, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly and comfortably.

Little liar, pretending to be quite like it.

With a smile on his lips, Jiang Yiting sat straight on the edge of the bed, not caring if such a sunken arc would wake up someone in his sleep.

Lifting the end of the quilt, he quickly reached in and felt a chill, Jiang Yiting laughed outright this time.

Now, Xiong Jingling couldn't pretend anymore, she just opened her eyes and sat up from the bed in shock.

"You, why are you like this..."

The almond eyes that were full of drunken eyes slightly opened, accusing Jiang Yiting of his rascal behavior.

What's more, she wanted to retract her feet, but this guy didn't let go!

Xiong Jingling hummed, "Let go, this is my foot!"

"Your feet?" Jiang Yiting raised his eyebrows. Hearing her coquettish anger, instead of letting go, he put in an extra hand and held it tightly.

"Hiding outside to eavesdrop, don't wear shoes, give back your own feet?" Jiang Yiting smiled, "I don't think you want it anymore."

"..."

The man was making fun of her, but the movement of his hands was rubbing the soles of her feet to generate heat, so Xiong Jingling didn't struggle any longer, knowing that he wanted to warm herself up.

It feels weird...but it's comfortable.

Xiong Jingling pouted, "How do you know I sneaked out?"

"The door is open."

"..."

"Also, after covering you, a drunkard, there is no smell of alcohol in the room, how is it possible?"

"..."

Jiang Yiting bowed his head, always feeling that he could not get hot by relying on his hands.

Her feet were also smooth and tender, but he didn't like the coolness that oozes out.

Frowning slightly, half of his body leaned onto the bed, and when Xiong Jingling was dumbfounded, he directly stacked her feet and stuffed them into his lower abdomen.

Xiong Jingling: "!!!"

"Jiang Yiting, what are you doing!!"

He warned in a hoarse voice, "Don't move around, you will make a fire, just wait."

"..."

This rascal!

After finally recovering from the alcohol, her head was not so dizzy, and now, the heat coming in from the soles of her feet rushed into her heart and head again, feeling like it was going to burn her into confusion.

She didn't dare to look at where her feet were, she was flustered, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Is your face okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she almost bit her own tongue again.

This changed the topic that shouldn't be said.

Jiang Yiting raised his eyes, saw her hesitant and troubled face, and smiled slightly, "You have tried it, almost."

He was talking about that time in the hospital...

Xiong Jingling's expression suddenly softened.

Thinking of the disputes she heard just now, her heart still beats fast.

Biting her lip, she has been hesitating whether to ask...

(End of this chapter)