The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

Mo Lian stared at her for two seconds, his eyes turned bright, the next second he put away his serious expression, leaned his back against the door, and said lazily, "How did Ge Zijie teach you to be so unlovable. "

"If it's okay, I'll go first." An Jing lowered her head, trying to squeeze past Mo Xian.

"Wait." Mo Yan grabbed her hand, "I have something to do with you."

"If it's about work, please contact Sister Xu, for other things..." An Jing shook her head, "I won't talk to you more."

An Jing couldn't understand Mo Yan, but the danger in her body was obvious enough, so in order to avoid any bad consequences, she chose the safest and most effective way to deal with it—stay away.

"Don't you want to pay off the money owed to Ge Zijie earlier?"

An Jing's steps stopped, and her body stood still on the spot.

"You hate it, the feeling of being in debt." Mo Yan followed up behind him, "It feels very uncomfortable to be overwhelmed by these heavy things."

"I heard that you and Ge Zijie have paid one year's salary in advance. Even if you just use the basic subsidy for trainees as the base, after multiplying it by a factor of one year, that number is still far away for you."

She approached, quietly pressing a button with her hands behind her back.

The author has something to say: It’s not a big problem, don’t panic, I’m not a person who can make trouble

Chapter 48

Just as An Jing's back bounced against the soft bed pad twice, a black shadow appeared. Ge Zijie put his hands beside her ears, and cast his gaze from top to bottom very powerfully.

The thin shirt was lifted off at once, the thin and cool air irritated the skin, and a small granule formed on the delicate skin, An Jing shrugged her shoulders, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Even if Ge Zijie usually had a sullen face all day long, his eyes had never been so cold that she dared not look directly at them.

It's "you" again.

Ge Zijie's expression was not good, he clasped An Jing's wrists with his left hand and pulled them to the top of her head, and fixed them, "Are you still afraid of me?"

"No! No." An Jing shook her head, trying to look Ge Zijie in the eyes, "I'm not afraid...I'm just worried."

"worry about what."

"I'm worried that you will be angry." An Jing's voice became softer, "I will try my best to do better, so don't be unhappy."

Ge Zijie looked down at the girl in front of him explaining earnestly in an anxious tone, his heart softened, and the softness in his voice seemed to be thickened with honey, "Why are you so lovable."

The closer she got, the weaker her self-control became. She thought that she could satisfy some desires in her heart as long as she tasted some sweetness, but found that the girl's sky is as addictive as Ying.su.

Desire is a bottomless hole.

"I know you can do well." Ge Zijie caressed An Jing's cheek with his vacant hand, and then curled his index finger around her slightly parted lips, and slid in, "But what I want is more than that. "

An Jing bit her fingers helplessly, for fear that if she clenched her teeth carelessly, Ge Zijie would be hurt. The heartbeat in her chest was muffled and intense like a thunder drum, and the thread of reason was stretched to the tightest.

"I heard that you and Mo Yan chatted for a long time backstage today?" Ge Zijie pointed his index finger forward, his voice was low and unreasonable, as if he was trying to induce, "What did you talk about?"

"I... um—" An Jing's tongue shrank, and some moisture appeared in his eyes. Ge Zijie didn't seem to be giving himself a chance to explain. When he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the other party's movement. Take away all her right to speak.

"Tell me, why don't you talk." Ge Zijie seemed completely unaware of the trouble he was causing An Jing, as if he didn't realize it.

Her hands were restrained, and she couldn't even speak freely with her mouth. An Jing could only lift her knees to push against Ge Zijie's crotch, "Let go..."

Ge Zijie didn't seem to hear An Jing's struggle, and continued on his own: "Do you know what I want?"

An Jing shook her head with red eyes, she felt that something was wrong with Ge Zijie today, the pressure on her body was stronger than usual, the coldness in her eyes sometimes disappeared, and she couldn't read her mood just by observing her expression.

This made An Jing feel uneasy, she had a subconscious premonition that things seemed to be developing in a direction she could not have expected.

She tried to pull out her wrist, but Ge Zijie's strength was much greater than expected, An Jing could only twist her waist desperately, trying to break free from under her, but was pressed down by a knee.

"I want you."

The tympanic membrane was hit hard by these heavy words, every time, An Jing couldn't escape the clarity.

Ge Zijie also said this sentence that night. At that time, An Jing couldn't resist the temptation, and relied on the blessing of alcohol to find an excuse for her loss of control, but now that she was so sober, she couldn't do it too. Not daring to make any slightest reaction.

Not yet, she struggled to restrain the impulse in her mind.

"Stop joking, let me go." An Jing turned her eyes away, not daring to meet Ge Zijie's gaze, because the other party could see through her disguise with a single glance.

Wanting to get closer, but being timid, she herself felt embarrassed, but they stood on different starting lines from the very beginning, and if An Jing wanted to stand beside Ge Zijie, the obstacles that needed to be eliminated were far more than just summoning up the courage to tell him. It's that simple.

Wait for me a little longer, until I can stand by your side with a clean attitude, without gossip, malicious suspicion, and... without the philistine who twisted my sincerity into a philistine.