The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

At the last second when her thoughts were disconnected, An Jing only remembered that there was a high ceiling in front of her eyes, her body seemed to be lying on the heaving sea, she had no point of support, she could only drift along, and her vision was a vast expanse of whiteness, far away and boundless In Wuji, she tried to reach out and grab something in the air, but found nothing, as if even the world was laughing at her reason for running away from home.

Greed is the evil root of human beings, and even An Jing, who has always been a bystander, has not been able to escape this curse.

The bed lying under her body is not her own. It only takes An Jing a second to judge. Not only that, the smell on the pillow and the quilt is also completely different. The deep and ambiguous smell haunts her sense of smell, and she uses the most cunning way Steal her attention a little bit.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, the dazzling light outside could not penetrate at all, the room was dark and depressing, but An Jing's accurate biological clock told her that it was already morning.

The sound of shallow breathing beside the ear, coupled with the faint warm body temperature from the side, is enough evidence for An Jing that everything last night was not a dream, even if it didn't make it to the end, the feeling of the body temperature of the two sides is still in the mind. Reappear, can't go away.

Before that, she didn't even have the courage to reach out and hold Ge Zijie's hand.

Worried that any of her movements might wake up the lightly sleeping beast, An Jing could only stiffen her neck and turn her eyes to see the sleeping face of the man.

This should be a taboo scene for her, she shouldn't appear in this room, and she shouldn't lie with this person without clothes and traces of ambiguity all over her body. Make such a move.

The way Ge Zijie fell asleep made her look less aggressive than usual. The thick eyelashes covered the gray eyes under her eyes, but they couldn't cover the tiredness of her face. The hair blocked the sharp facial lines, disguising this person as gentle and pure.

But now An Jing clearly knew that the person beside her was not a pure angel at all, but a demon who had sharpened his teeth and could give him a fatal blow at any time.

Under the disguise is a more terrifying inner world than ruthlessness. She uses her calm posture to set sweet traps one after another, luring her prey to take the bait step by step. That patient cunning dilutes An Jing's calmness little by little. calm down.

She began to resent Ge Zijie's connivance to her, which made her dare to explore more.But no matter how much she complains, she clearly knows that what she hates more is the self who pushes forward.

After these complicated emotions, I began to worry about being powerless in my heart. An Jing originally liked to live a step-by-step life, three points and one line, seeing the same people doing the same things, maintaining the same relationship, this way of life , making her feel safe.

But since meeting this person, all order has been broken.

She was terrified, this kind of loss of control was not something she could turn over by just pretending that nothing happened, things that had never been expected, she couldn't check the results according to a fixed formula, and the flustered feeling began to peel off the calmness she had formed a mask.

What to do next, how can she find the reason why she can stay safely by this person's side after the original comfortable getting along mode is broken.

The sleeping person seemed to be able to sense An Jing's overly focused gaze, and his eyelashes fluttered, showing signs of awakening.

An Jing's throat tightened, and she didn't care to keep her movements gentle. She just wanted to run away from this person immediately, so that Ge Zijie wouldn't notice her bewildered and embarrassed appearance.

So when Ge Zijie opened his eyes, what he saw was the back of An Jing running away in a hurry. She didn't even have time to put on the clothes scattered on the ground, and hurried out with only a thin blanket. Ge Zijie looked down her protruding spine step by step, and saw that her feet were bare when she stepped on the floor, and her round toes curled up in shame every time she stepped on the floor. .

She grabbed the embarrassed man back, her voice was sleepy, "Don't step on the ground with bare feet."

An Jing froze in place, two thoughts in her brain were fighting fiercely, whether she should just pretend that she didn't hear Ge Zijie's words and run away.

"Put on the slippers." Ge Zijie threw out another sentence, lying lazily on his side, propping his forehead with one hand, his calm tone seemed to be sure that An Jing would not disobey her words.

An Jing had no choice but to hang her head, like a thief who was caught stealing, and moved back with small steps, afraid of meeting Ge Zijie's eyes, so she dared to hang her head, stand far away from the bed and reach with her toes That pair of slippers turned out to be useless for a long time, but the back of my feet almost cramped.

Noticing that the eyes staring at her began to smile, she blushed behind her ears, grabbed the slippers with her hands and ran.

He saw her scattered hair bend into a sharp turn in the air, and then flew out of his sight following the master's figure running away.

Ge Zijie's pent-up smile was finally released as An Jing slammed the door shut, her chest trembled in resonance with the laughter, and the soft quilt slid off her shoulders, and the marks of shame were distributed in disorder on her slender neck , but it only adds a gorgeous sexiness to the perfect lines.