Your Most Faithful Companion

When the snow stopped in the evening, the sky was an unsinkable blue-gray, and the light was dim. On the island in the lake, the trees and green plants are all covered in silver, and the street lights meander all the way, with a gentle halo. Ji Mingshu suddenly discovered that this was the first time she saw the snowing Mingshui Mansion.

Back home, Cen Sen carried the supermarket shopping bag and walked to the island in the kitchen.

Ji Mingshu glanced at the red wine stains on his body, greeted him, and hurried upstairs to take a bath.

Before taking a bath, Ji Mingshu stood in front of the closet where the pajamas were placed and struggled for a full five minutes.

She picks and gestures on herself from time to time, but she is not satisfied.

The goose yellow is too young, the wine red is too sexy, the whole pajamas are too conservative, and the lace skirt is kind of eager to be delivered to the door, not at all reserved.

After thinking about it, she picked out a few photos and sent them to the group for Jiang Chun and Gu Kaiyang to help her advise.

Gu Kaiyang was still in a state of pretending to be dead, and Jiang Chun gave his own reply immediately.

Jiang Chun: [The green one is good, but why are you asking this, do you want to open your pajamas? 】

Ji Mingshu: [Where is green? 】

Jiang Chun: [The second one is not green? 】

Ji Mingshu: [...It's obviously smog blue, you are color blind. 】

Ji Mingshu: [Forget it, I am really crazy to ask your opinion. 】

Jiang Chun: [Weak, poor and helpless.jpg]

Somehow, the two began their daily emoji battle. In the process of this emoji battle, Jiang Chun finally realized something was wrong-the background in Ji Mingshu's picture was obviously not Gu Kaiyang's little pigeon nest anymore!

She asked several questions, but Ji Mingshu just didn't give a positive answer to him.

Gu Kaiyang had been watching the screen silently, but at this moment he couldn't help but took a bubble.

Gu Kaiyang: [It doesn't matter what you wear, you have to take it off anyway. 】

The chat group was caught off guard and fell silent.

Thirty seconds later, Jiang Chun began to refresh the screen.

Jiang Chun: [I am just a simple little cute goose. 】

Jiang Chun: [What I did wrong will pollute your pure heart! 】

Jiang Chun: [I suspect that you are engaging in **** and have evidence! 】

...

No one cares about her.

After Gu Kaiyang broke the secret, he turned the phone into silent mode and set the group message to do not disturb.

Ji Mingshu moved quickly to drop the phone, holding a red-hot cheek to cool down.

It's strange that when Gu Kaiyang said that, the deer in her heart was as if blind, ramming crazy three hundred and sixty degrees. She was really embarrassed to pick another pajama, hurriedly took one and rushed into the bathroom.

In fact, what Gu Kaiyang said is correct, anyway, he has to take off...

No, what are you thinking about!

She patted her cheek hard.

Blame Gu Kaiyang! sin! Nasty!

Ji Mingshu: [@谷开阳, you are dead! 】

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One hour later, the bathroom was filled with steam. After taking a shower, Ji Mingshu sat on a soft chair near the bathtub and wiped the body lotion carefully. This body lotion has a very light camellia smell. She also applied the same type of essential oil to her hair, and then loosened it slightly after drying. Then, the long, slightly curly black hair looked fluffy and soft, and lazy and natural.

After packing up, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and turned around, then nodded, giving herself a positive look. Finally, I don't forget to put on a fruity lipstick.

When she went downstairs, Cen Sen's meals had already reached the final stage.

The braised pork ribs are bright red, the pearl meatballs are shiny and lovely, the boiled lettuce is verdant, and the aroma is tempting.

With the back of her hand behind her, she patrolled around the dining table, and then walked to the Nakajima Terrace to probe her head, "Is there any more food?"

Cen Sen wiped the blade and said, "There is another tomato egg soup, which is ready and ready to be served."

"Then I will help you serve it."

Ji Mingshu has been at Gu Kaiyang's house for so long, and she has also learned to do a little bit. At least she would feel a little embarrassed if she was knocking a bowl and waiting to eat.

Cen Sen inserted the knife back into place, and his voice was soft, "No, I'll come."

"Oh." Ji Mingshu nodded obediently, and then obediently placed behind Cen Sen, following all the way to the dining table.

In fact, Ji Mingshu is a person who can’t be idle, he also likes to eat lively, but Cen Sen eats well and doesn’t like talking. The two can only eat quietly at the right-angle sides of the table, and even the chewing noise is very slight.

But you never know what yellow waste is thinking in a girl's mind when she is quiet on the surface-for example, Ji Mingshu, now she is gnawing on small ribs gracefully, but she can't stop fantasizing about exercising after a meal.

As she thought about it, her foot under the table swayed twice unconsciously, and it happened to rub the inner side of Cen Sen's calf.

She had a meal and looked at Cen Sen while biting the tip of her chopsticks.

Cen Sen also met her gaze, his expression calm. After a long while, he suddenly said, "Eat first."

...?

Ji Mingshu was still stretched well. As Cen Sen said that, her cheeks and neck quickly warmed up. No, what does he mean? What is eating first? Does she seem to be dissatisfied with desire?

Ji Ming opened her mouth to explain, but she really didn't know where to start, and this person had done something with a guilty conscience and couldn't justify herself. She was a little bit ashamed, so she could only bury the bowl with her face and hurriedly finished the rice.

In fact, after all, it was Cen Sen who was wrong.

The hint was so obvious in the car, it gave people the space for imagination, and when he returned home, the style of painting changed suddenly, becoming an ascetic system, and Liu Xiahui, and he still had the mind to clean up the dishes after eating. Chopsticks is still thinking about holding video conferences!

Ji Mingshu squatted on the sofa in the movie hall and waited for a long time, feeling that his heart was waiting to grow old, and all his charming thoughts disappeared with the passage of time and Cen Sen's expressionlessness, and then his anger slowly increased.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she got, and suddenly stood up from the sofa, and ran straight into the study barefoot.

In the study, Cen Sen was wearing a Bluetooth headset and was making the final meeting summary. Suddenly the door was pushed open. He slightly raised his eyes and heard Ji Mingshu angrily say "I'm sleeping!"

——Then he turned his head and left.

Cen Sen held the corner of his lower lip lightly, then looked down at the computer screen and continued to summarize, but his speech speed was slightly accelerated.

Participants invariably produced a...Huh? It seemed like a hallucination? It shouldn’t be. How could I suddenly hear a female voice? It’s really strange—myth.

Before this myth was over, Cen Sen's speech came to an end, "That's it for today, everyone has worked hard."

Then, the screen went black.

Cen Sen took off his headphones and got up, loosening his neck from left to right.

When he walked to the bedroom door, he found that Ji Mingshu had locked the door with a vengeance, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he pulled the corner of his lips again.

When Ji Mingshu returned to the bedroom, he hugged the pillow and sat on the bed, waiting for the door to move.

After waiting for three minutes, a slight noise finally came from the door, it was not too late.

She kept listening with her ears upright, but ten seconds passed, twenty seconds passed, and thirty seconds passed... She also began to suspect that she had just heard hallucinations.

Not reasonable.

Why is there no sound?

After holding back for a while, she couldn't hold back, removed the chair blocking the door, and quietly opened the door.

The slit opened wider and wider, and in the end her whole head was poked out, and no one was seen outside.

Ah ah ah Cen Sen, this dog man is a dead pig's hoof! Either she just heard the hallucinations, or the dead pig's hoof found that the door could not be opened, so he gave up! No matter what kind of Cen's Sensen, he must die! ! !

Ji Mingshu is so angry, it is obviously the small ribs eaten by two people, why is she only thinking of her! She slammed the door shut, and she was crazy with cruel words: Since you are so careless about the small ribs! Then you should never eat it! ! !

But the moment she slammed the door and turned back, she suddenly ran into a cold embrace.

Her head was blank, and her heart almost stopped in shock.

After slowing down, she was still a little confused, and she couldn't speak clearly, "You... how did you come in, I'm almost scared to death, you..." She inadvertently caught a glimpse of the door opening in the cloakroom and suddenly realized.

Cen Sen never talked much about this. Ji Mingshu still couldn't stop with a small mouth, but he had already pressed the person in his arms to the wall, with one hand on her ear and the other around her waist, ambiguously Rubbing, pressing on to himself.

Ji Mingshu is a typical thinking giant and action dwarf. Cen Sen takes control of the situation in three or two. He clings to him softly, not knowing when the shoulder straps slipped off, nor when there was a silk nightdress beside his feet. .

Soon, a depressed moan came from the spacious bedroom. The lights were shining, Ji Mingshu fumbled to turn it off at first, but it didn't matter if it was turned off, and he turned on the other lights that were not turned on.

Cen Sen no longer gave her the opportunity to turn off the lights, and supported her to change positions.

In fact, he doesn’t like to turn off the lights when he does it. He likes to see Ji Mingshu unable to bear it, likes to see her white and smooth|glistening sweat on her tender skin, likes to see her soft and red after being gently rubbed .

Indifferent men seem to be extra **** when they are emotional.

Ji Mingshu lay under Cen Sen's body. At first, he was embarrassed to look at him in such a bright light. He only closed his eyes and clung to his shoulders, undulating like a wave, groaning forbearingly. But later he was reluctant to close his eyes, because every time Cen Sen's red eyes hit, she would really feel that at this moment, he was fascinated by her.

Cen Sen took a long time this time. Although he was not as good as the two years he spent in Australia, for some reason, his endurance was gradually decreasing as he got older. Ji Mingshu had imagined that Cen Sen would ask for more, but never thought that Cen Sen would not give her much opportunity to sleep. Anyway, at the end, the fingerprints of her hands were left on the floor-to-ceiling windows and clock display cabinets, and there were clear water marks on the curtains, floor, sofa, and bed sheets.

-

It started to snow late at night in Mingshui Lake and the voice was clear.

Ji Mingshu was randomly wrapped in Cen Sen and hugged into the bathroom. The previous bath was like a white bath, and he had to re-soak in the bath.

She sat sullenly in the bath with her back turned to Cen Sen. She kept urging him to rinse his mouth, and then covered her face with her hands. She hated herself for not learning how to hold her breath underwater as a child.

Cen Sen leaned against the sink, the collar of his casual white shirt was messy, and the button was buttoned in the wrong place.

He lowered his eyes to look at the half of the butterfly bone that was exposed by Ji Mingshu, his eyes darkened unclearly, and the thumb of the thumb slowly wiped from the lower lip, as if he was still inexplicably, the index finger wiped back from the other side.