Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2157 Isn't it uncomfortable?
The north wind outside the window kept whistling, as if laughing at his overreaching, and he couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, mocking his own misery...

He didn't know how long he stood there until his legs went numb before he came back to his senses, turned around and saw that she was still sitting motionless on the sofa.

Silently closed the curtains, turned around and looked at the environment here, although it is not as good as at home, but the room is still clean and has everything you need.

I really want to ask her to take a bath first, but the appearance of her meditating and chanting is unbearable to be disturbed. After hesitating for a few seconds, she still didn't speak, and walked straight into the bathroom.

After washing, he walked in front of her, wanting to call her "Xue'er", but felt that it was inappropriate.
He was unwilling to call her "Wu Xin", so in the end, he squatted in front of her and stared fixedly.

The hot breath sprayed on her face, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome face. The bottom of the dark eyes revealed a midnight-like tranquility and mystery, inviting people to explore.

There was a moment of astonishment in Jian Junxi's dark eyes, he moved his hips silently, and asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

"It's time to take a shower and rest." Nangong Jing stood up with her legs propped up.

Turning his head to look at the white double bed, he walked slowly to the side of the bed and spread out the two quilts.

Jian Junxi's calm eyes did not show any waves, and he said lightly: "You just need to sleep on the bed, I don't need to sleep."

Nangong Jing was slightly startled when she spread the quilt, her back was extremely lonely, she sat on the edge of the bed after she made the quilt, her thin lips were lightly pursed, she remained silent, wondering what she was thinking?
Jian Junxi cast a glance at him, took out the underwear from the bag and went to the bathroom.

In winter, it is not necessary to take a bath every day, but she will sweat on the way, if she has the opportunity, she will definitely wash it off.

Because I really don't know when the next bath will be.

A quarter of an hour later, after she finished washing, Nangong Jing was still sitting by the bed, motionless like a cold sculpture.

"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" Jian Junxi's voice was like jade falling on a pearl plate, very nice.

But he didn't seem to be able to hear, his eyes were empty and dull, without focus.

Suddenly remembering that he got caught in the rain yesterday, he didn't know if he had caught a cold, so he walked to the bedside and whispered, "Nangong Jing?"

Hearing the sound, Nangong Jing turned her head slowly like a machine, and saw her standing under the light looking at herself suspiciously.

A pair of beautiful sword eyebrows seem to be the most perfect outline, long eyelashes are thick and smoky like bead curtains, cheeks that have just taken a bath are white and rosy, and delicate red lips
It makes her look like the most beautiful daffodil, so beautiful that it is hard to describe. Even if you draw countless pictures of her, you still can't draw one ten-thousandth of her beauty.

Jian Junxi frowned, and found that his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes, like shooting stars, seemed to be telling countless sad things. Was he really sick?
Frowning slightly, she walked in front of him and put her right hand on his forehead. The cold touch still made Nangong Jing feel like being electrocuted, and her blood boiled all over her body.

Jian Junxi didn't even know that he was fatally attracted to him. He loved her, but he was also a normal man.

I haven't had meat in several years, and the woman I love the most stands in front of him. He wants to eat her up every minute, but she has no sense of crisis at all...
"I don't have a fever!" Jian Junxi put his other hand on his forehead and murmured unconsciously.

Nangong Jing stared at her face with deep eyes, clenched her fists tightly, endured and endured...

(End of this chapter)