She is soft on my heart

Chapter 128 Do You Want To Kill Lao Tzu?

is it possible?This is impossible.

Jiang Cong had a headache and was helpless for a while, stood up, pushed her back to the bed, pressed her thin shoulders to make her sit down, took out the pillow she was holding and put it on the bedside.

The young man took a step back and stood in front of her, not too close or far away, tall and tall, his shadow overlapped the darkness of the room, enveloping her, and deliberately said in a fierce tone: "Sleep quickly."

Li Xingshen slowly raised his drunken red face to look at him, his facial features were hidden in the gloom, only the hard outlines could be vaguely seen, his dark eyes flashed slightly, locked on her, and there was already a trace of embarrassment in him. Observe the unknown emotion.

Of course she wouldn't understand, the way she looked at him with half-drunk eyes, drunken and tender, made him feel a little different in his eyes.

Li Xingshen stretched out his hand to grab the hem of his jacket, like a child begging for candy, there was something coquettish in his soft voice: "You sleep with me."

Jiang Cong gritted his teeth and refused mercilessly: "No."

The little girl shook the hem of his clothes, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Why didn't you accompany me?"

Jiang Cong: "..."

What the fuck is sleeping with!Even if he just lay on the same bed across the Milky Way, but he has neither pure heart nor desire for her, how can he accompany her? !

Young people are so popular that they can't bear to play like this.

Li Xingchen murmured in frustration: "Grandma used to sleep with me..."

The more she spoke, the more uncomfortable she became, and the ending was tinged with tears: "I don't have a grandma anymore..."

Grandma was her haven. Later, she was alone and gave herself a weak and limited sense of security. Now, unknowingly, she put Jiang Cong in this position.

It was in an unconscious state that the tight string in her mind was temporarily relaxed, letting go of those worries, and revealing her true feelings.

Jiang Cong stared at her with distress in his eyes. After a while, he sighed silently, squatted down on one knee, and put his big palm on her head, "Sleep well, I will stay by your side and stay with you, okay?"

The cold and indifferent young man had long been unmoved by anything, but at this moment, he gave her his most gentle side.

Li Xingchen finally lay down obediently.

Jiang Cong covered her with the quilt, and sat on the ground leaning against the bedside table, with one leg propped up and his arm resting on his lap.

He looked ahead, the floor in front of the balcony was covered with a layer of bright moonlight, and there was no sound.

After an unknown period of time, he turned his head to see if the little girl was asleep, but he met a pair of clear and bright eyes under the dim light, piercing with radiance.

Jiang Cong: "..."

Why is she still awake.

Li Xing turned his body slightly and stared at him, "I'm thirsty, Jiang Cong, go get me a glass of water."

"..." OK, serve and offer.

Jiang Cong turned on the dark lamp by the bed, got up and went to the small living room to pour her a glass of water, and when he came back, there was no one on the bed, even the pillow disappeared.

He froze there for a second, speechless, and walked into the room.

On the thick mattress, Li Xingchen wrapped himself tightly with a quilt, only showing his small head, looked at Jiang Cong who was holding a water glass at the door, and said, "I'm not thirsty anymore, you can drink."

Jiang Cong: "..."

This trick is called...Tune the tiger away from the mountain?
He stood still at the same spot, and Li Xingshen moved in little by little wrapped in the quilt to make room for him.

Jiang Cong: "..."

There is no heating in this room, although it is not cold, but it is not as warm as outside, so he doesn't care, because he is afraid that she will freeze in the middle of the night, and after a moment of silence, he can only compromise and say: "Go sleep outside."

Li Xing remained still.

Jiang Cong said with difficulty: "I will sleep with you..."

Then Li Xingchen hugged the pillow again, and with bare feet, he followed out with slightly shaking steps.

Jiang Cong waited for her to lie down, tucked in the quilt, and watched her staring at him without blinking, her eyes did not give in to the matter of sleeping together.

He sighed, rubbed his forehead, and lay down on the other side of the bed.

There was another person lying in the middle, but his body was a little tense, and he always felt awkward. The moment he lay down, he couldn't breathe smoothly.

Jiang never took out the quilt in the middle. He was afraid of heat but not cold, and usually didn't need heating at all, and he would sweat under the quilt.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to feel sleepy. Looking at the ceiling, he was thinking of surviving until the little girl fell asleep, when a gust of wind suddenly blew up around him, and at the same time that half of the quilt fell on him, the fragrance of the girl's body was also swept over. .

Jiang Cong froze, and three seconds later, he lifted the quilt expressionlessly.

Li Xing Shen raised his hand, and covered him intimately.

Jiang Cong turned his head, the little girl got closer, his eyes met, he rolled his Adam's apple, lifted the quilt again, and said in a low voice, "Cover yourself."

What responded to him was still the stubborn look of "If you don't cover it, I won't sleep".

"..."

Jiang Cong felt that he was going to be driven mad, so he closed his eyes and put a corner of the quilt on his body.

The dim light was dimly lit, and the silence swept inch by inch like a tide.

This kind of silence didn't last long, and the sound of fabrics rubbing against each other sounded in his ears - Li Xing was leaning heavily towards him.

The will is not clear, she only feels the warmth next to her, and she can't help but want to get close to the heat source.

It's no wonder it's not hot, Jiang Cong was sweating from the heat and the quilt.

She moved and he moved too, but in the end the two of them couldn't move, and the bed sank to one side.

"...Don't squeeze me." Jiang Cong's voice was very low, he couldn't tell what kind of tone it was, it was a little... gloomy.

Originally confused, coupled with the fact that he was really noisy and sleepy, his words couldn't reach Li Xingchen's ears at all.

The two were almost close, she was lying on her side, he was lying on his back, Li Xing Shen's eyelids were sinking and gradually closing, he stretched out his hand unconsciously, and wrapped his arms around his thin and powerful waist, and pressed his face against his arm, absorbing heat.

Jiang Cong's breathing stopped suddenly, and he froze for a long time. Under the gentle rubbing of her cheek, Shuer pinched her delicate wrist, turned over and pressed her down.

The sudden sense of rotation caused Li Xingshen to open his eyes in a daze. His thick long eyelashes were like feathers, and his delicate eyebrows were furrowed. Looking at him, she still had no conception of what was going on now.

He couldn't even smell the dangerous aura emanating from the boy.

Jiang Cong held her wrist and pressed it on the pillow, and propped his arm beside her head so as not to really press her down.

His eyes were dark, and he bowed his head close to her face, his low magnetic voice was tinged with a husky, but also restrained: "Li Xingchen, do you want to kill me?"

Li Xingchen blinked his eyes, his face full of confusion.

Not to mention understanding, it is difficult for her to make up words now.

He touched her soft and small lips with his fingertips, rubbed them lightly, and suddenly smiled, the badness in his bones was undoubtedly revealed, "I'm not particularly tolerant."

The next second after the sound fell, the entangled breath was blocked.

He clasped her wrist with his palm upwards, wrapped her slightly cold little hand, and warmed her up. He kissed hard and patiently, but always stayed on the shallow surface, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Li Xing was dizzy, his perception was fuzzy, and the blush on his face was getting deeper and deeper, because he was holding back.

The breathless instinct made her push him, and after an unknown amount of time, Jiang Cong let go of her and backed away.

The bottom of the eyes is black and faint, and the thick color is not scattered.

(End of this chapter)