The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

The author has something to say: hiss - stimulation

Chapter 41

When Ge Zijie said this, An Jing immediately shut up. Even if she had long regarded this person in front of her as a benefactor and a good boss in her heart, she still has dignity as an honest employee.

The man with a smile at the end of his eyes showed that he was teasing himself, so why did he still say those words.

"Well, hold your arm up, I'll be careful not to splash the water." An Jing pinched Ge Zijie's elbow, trying to lift her up, but the man stretched to the side and put her on An Jing's lap. He said lightly, "Tired."

"...It's tiring to hold it up all the time." An Jing lowered her head, just in time to meet Ge Zijie's upturned face. Fortunately, she was wearing sunglasses on her face, so she couldn't see Ge Zijie's eyes clearly, otherwise her hair would never be washed. down.

She combed Ge Zijie's hair to the back of his head with her fingers and hung it by the side of the bathtub. Only then did she realize that Ge Zijie's hair was longer than when they first met. Almost to the shoulders.

An Jing picked up the nozzle on the side and helped Ge Zijie cover his eyes, so as not to splash the water, she said, "You should look good with long hair."

"Huh?" Ge Zijie looked up and snorted through his nose. The eyelashes under An Jing's palms blinked twice, brushing her palms a little itchy, "It's too troublesome."

"Long hair looks gentler..." An Jing muttered in a low voice. Ge Zijie had always kept a straight face all day long, but with a neat short haircut, it seemed even harder to get close to her. She was attracted by this in the cafe back then. In the town of popularity, the cups are broken.

I thought that the sound of the water was rushing towards Ge Zijie's ears, and she should not be able to hear her own voice, but she didn't expect to get a response soon.

"If I have long hair, will you comb it for me?" When she said this, An Jing's palm was scratched by eyelashes again, and she almost retracted her hand reflexively in fright.

"Can't you comb your hair?"

"Not combed."

After fully wetting her hair, An Jing kneaded the shampoo with both hands to make foam, and no one covered Ge Zijie's eyes. She seemed to be able to see An Jing's eyes through the mask and sunglasses, and asked again: "Huh?"

An Jing couldn't stand her uttering this sound with her voice, it was shallow and soft, and her heart would float up every time she heard it.

Bewitched by the voice, she responded, "Yes."

Hiding in the dark eyes behind the sunglasses, An Jing saw Ge Zijie smile, this time it was a very simple smile, without any teasing or other deep meaning in the past.

To be honest, she really wanted to take off her sunglasses and record this strange scene with her eyes.

"An Jing." Ge Zijie suddenly raised his left hand, brushed An Jing's neck to her jawline, rubbed the pad of his index finger against her earlobe, and said in a deep voice, "If I get seriously injured, will you worry about me? ?”

An Jing stopped washing her hair for a moment, "Do you think your injury is not serious enough now?"

The hot fingers that had been soaked in hot water climbed up An Jing's cheeks, and with a long finger, they lifted away the obstructing sunglasses. Those eyes that could not escape and could penetrate people's hearts finally reflected in An Jing's eyes, revealing her emotions. It's a clean read.

"No." Ge Zijie rubbed his index finger on the center of An Jing's frowning brows, calming and flattening the place, and then slowly said, "I want to hear from you that you are worried about me."

There was no need for An Jing to say this, since the moment the accident happened, she looked at Ge Zijie with concern and anxiety.

Seeing that An Jing didn't move, Ge Zijie raised his hand to pull off her mask again, tapped her tightly closed lips, "Say."

Dazed, An Jing parted her lips lightly, "I'm very worried about you."

"Why?" is not a question, the questioner already has the answer in his mind.

An Jing looked at her, and stubbornly did not speak again.

Ge Zijie squinted his eyes, and his attack index rose sharply, "Come down a little bit."

An Jing thought she had something to say, so she lowered her neck.

For a moment, a lot of water in the bathtub splashed out. Ge Zijie, who was lazily lying on his back and was being served to wash his hair a second ago, came out of the water with a splash. The visual effect was too extreme, and An Jing trembled. Her eyelids fluttered, and she only dared to keep her eyes on Ge Zijie's beautiful part above the collarbone. Her wet hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, showing an excellent facial contour. Under her lowered eyebrows was a pair of beautiful starry eyes.

It's a pity not to be an artist with such a face. If Ge Zijie made his solo debut, his annual turnover would definitely be higher than that of any boy group under AW. Let's just say that now, An Jing, who is heavily in debt and has a heart that hasn't sprouted in 800 years, They all wanted to give her all the savings in their wallets.

"I want to kiss you."

An Jing froze for three seconds and did not answer. Ge Zijie tried this behavior as her voluntary refusal, which was a tacit consent to his request.

The familiar lips in memory came up, with drops of water falling from between Ge Zijie's forehead, the four lips were glued together, wet, slippery, sticky, greasy and hot, the soft strength wrapped around the lips and teeth, making Anjing even breathe Be cautious.

At this moment, she still remembered to hold Ge Zijie's injured arm, not to let her use force, lest the wound open.

Ge Zijie seemed very satisfied with An Jing's submissive performance this time, and stepped back a little, his burning eyes fixed on her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I owe you one more time."