Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

My vision suddenly darkened, and my ears seemed to become more sensitive.

He finally heard the occasional mumbling from her mouth.

"Wuwu... Jiu... He bullied me..."

“No… I don’t want it anymore…”

She muttered and sobbed softly.

Cheng Ying's hands clasped her clothes slightly. Who was the nine she was referring to?

Bullying her, was she referring to him?

If you say no, does that mean you don’t plan to pursue him anymore?

Didn’t you say you liked him? Why did you give up so easily?

Cheng Ying suddenly felt a little depressed and thought that he was really a humiliator.

It was clearly he who rejected her, why is he still sad?

After his eyes adjusted to the dim environment, he could still make out her outline.

Jingzhi was running a fever, and at this moment she kicked the quilt away. Cheng Ying put down his clothes and opened the quilt completely.

After completely uncovering herself, the heat from her body gradually faded and she felt cold again.

As the temperature alternated between hot and cold, a person with moderate temperature suddenly sat down next to her.

Quietly, he moved closer to the heat source, stretched out his right hand, and wrapped it around Cheng Ying's waist.

He was also thin, and when she stretched out her arm, it almost covered most of his waist.

Cheng Ying leaned forward due to the force and almost fell on her.

Cheng Ying held up her pajamas with both hands, supporting them on both sides of her head, not even daring to breathe too hard.

Her long, thick eyelashes were fluttering uneasily at this moment, and her brows were tightly furrowed. It was obvious that she was not sleeping very well.

Cheng Ying couldn't even utter a word of comfort. He could only lean his body to the left, raise his right hand, and gently pat her shoulder blade to comfort her.

While comforting her, he closed his eyes and fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, unfastening them one by one.

The person has been reincarnated. In this life, he has lost the sandalwood fragrance that soothed her, and instead has the smell of rust and gunpowder that makes her nervous.

Cheng Ying took pictures for a long time, but Jingzhi not only did not fall into a deep sleep, but instead she moaned and slowly opened her eyes.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Ying's scalp tightened and his hands froze on the button on her abdomen. He was so scared that he dared not move, for fear that she would accuse him of being a hooligan.

Jingzhi's whole body was sticky with sweat, only the sweat stains on her chest were slightly dried by the wind. She blinked twice and looked down.

Oh, the buttons are all unbuttoned.

Cheng Ying's eyes were tightly closed, and even crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes, which showed that he was very nervous at the moment.

Is he going to change her clothes?

Jingzhi looked around and took in the surrounding environment.

Cold, hard, and rigid.

There were even two guns hanging on the wall.

This must be his home.

Did he actually bring her home?

Jingzhi opened her eyes and slowly closed them again, feeling a little relieved.

It seems that he is not as disgusted with himself as he appears to be.

Since he wants to pretend, she might as well pretend too.

The room slowly returned to calm, and the woman on the bed's breathing gradually became longer.

The crow's feet at the corners of Cheng Ying's eyes disappeared, and his eyes opened slightly. He didn't look around, but only looked at her face.

After confirming that she closed her eyes and fell asleep, Cheng Ying immediately closed his eyes again.

Turning her face to the side and slowly exhaling a deep breath, Cheng Ying slowed down and unbuttoned the last button of her shirt.

When changing clothes, Jingzhi completely relaxed her muscles, creating the illusion of being asleep, and allowed Cheng Ying to gently turn her body over.

Her skin could even occasionally touch his fingers, which were wet from nervousness.

Jingzhi couldn't help but find it a little funny.

His hands were as steady as a rock when he held a gun and killed the enemy.

When I was buttoning her shirt, she kept shaking like a candle in the wind.

If he really didn't like her, he would definitely be calm and collected, so why would he be so abnormal?

Jingzhi suddenly wanted to try him again.

While Cheng Ying was still buttoning her clothes, she secretly lifted the hem of Cheng Ying's suit with her dry and hot hands and grasped his warm and firm waist.

Sensing his body stagnating and his muscles tensing, Jingzhi immediately whimpered, "Hmm... cold..."

It must be that he was too slow, Cheng Ying thought.

He endured the abnormality in his waist and fumbled to speed up the buttoning of his hands, keeping his eyes closed the whole time. Although he was obviously a bad guy, his behavior was extremely gentlemanly.

Jingzhi, who seems more like a good person, is not behaving well even though he has a fever.

Realizing that he didn't refuse, she suddenly moved her hands, grasped the back of his waist, and pressed him against her.

"boom."

There was a muffled sound.

He put his elbow on the side of her face and stared at Jingzhi with wide eyes, smiling.

If he could speak, he would definitely ask, "Why aren't you sleeping?!"

However, Cheng Ying couldn't say anything. He pursed his lips, straightened his waist, stood up, and turned on the light.

The glare of light hit Jingzhi, who narrowed her eyes and looked at Cheng Ying, whose face was blue and red, with a guilty look on her face. "Thank you, thank you. I just woke up."

"Um, I have a fever, do you have any medicine?"

Seeing the woman so self-aware, Cheng Ying felt much less angry, but he still looked at the woman holding his waist tightly with a wooden face.

That’s right, Jingzhi didn’t let go when he stood up just now.

Her hot body pressed against his, and Cheng Ying even felt his body temperature slowly rising.

He gently pushed her shoulder, but before he could withdraw his hand, Jingzhi's right hand covered his palm.

She gently inserted her thumb into his palm, felt the wetness on his palm, and slowly raised the corner of her mouth, "Aying, I'm not messing with you, nor am I joking."

Cheng Ying had a lot of things to say to him, and when he felt an itch in his palm, he immediately stretched out his arms and pushed her away forcefully.

Her back hit the headboard with a dull thud. Jingzhi covered her left arm and suddenly frowned.

Cheng Ying felt guilty, but didn't dare to go any closer.

He stood up silently, brought her medicine and poured her some water.

Jingzhi stared at his busy back, and continued talking to herself without caring whether he was listening or not.

"I really like you, can't you give me a chance?"

Her voice was a little hoarse. Cheng Ying turned around, stuffed the water and medicine into her hands, pointed his finger at her throat, and then shook his head.

Tell her to shut up?

Jingzhi smiled bitterly, lowered her eyes dejectedly, and looked at the green capsules in her hand. "I don't care whether you can speak or not, nor do I care what your job is. I..."

"boom."

Cheng Ying slammed the door and fled.

Jingzhi stopped talking for a moment, staring at the closed door and blinking.

How come this man is harder to pursue than Cao Lu?

Also, his taste has declined a lot. This blue and white pajamas looks like a hospital gown and is so ugly.

Does he have an obsession with stripes?

……

Outside the door, Cheng Ying quickly came to the living room, picked up the kettle, poured himself a large glass of cold water, and drank it with his head tilted back.

The cool temperature helped him calm down a little.

He silently pulled the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of bitterness.

No matter what career he chooses, he still has a choice after he washes off the mud on himself, but unfortunately, some things are destined from birth.

He pinched the vocal cords in his throat with his slender index and middle fingers, trying to make some sound. After trying for a long time, he only made an unpleasant "huh" sound.

Cheng Ying closed his eyes, and his beating heart slowly slowed down. His blood, which had been boiling because of her words, began to cool down.

Cheng Ying walked back to his room with heavy steps.

She didn't care, but he cared a lot.

……