Chapter 13

He Ning closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but his eyelashes kept blinking and betrayed her.

"Listen to Qin Zheng, didn't you take medicine?" His voice was mellow and powerful, overbearing and gentle.

He saw through and pretended to sleep. He Ning couldn't hide.

"Where are my clothes?" Perhaps at this moment, only finding clothes first is the most correct way.

Otherwise, all the momentum and anger have no foothold.

"It's my dress." He corrected in a nice, indifferent voice, "it has been sent for cleaning."

His words made he Ning blush. She had been wearing his shirt since that night.

This also proves that the man that night is the one standing in front of her now.

Only his tall and straight figure can close the powerful arms in the memory of that night; His thin lips, slightly pursed, fit the soft and moving cold thin lips in his impression

A suit of clothes flew towards her, waking up he Ning's reverie.

He threw it.

"Hening, what are you thinking?" He Ning knocked on his head.

He opened his slender and powerful legs, walked to the sofa, sat down and lowered his narrow eyes.

He Ning wrapped himself in a quilt and flushed into the bathroom.

After a general inspection, there was nothing else to add and no other discomfort except the lingering kiss marks left that night.

It seems that this time, she wronged him.

She dressed in twos and threes.

Her own clothes, which had been left in the hotel room, have been cleaned and cleaned up.

After finishing it, she went to him and sipped her red lips. Then she said, "Hello, I left a transfer in your room. Where did you put it?"

"Useless things, I have thrown the shredder." He didn't look up. Looking down from the perspective of he Ning, he could only see his long eyelashes covering the top of his eyes.

The casual tone seemed to take everything to heart.

"Are you sure?" He Ning asked.

He then raised his eyelashes, and a pair of Feng's eyes were full of exploration: "otherwise?"

When he glanced obliquely, he Ning lost his temper. His eyes were magical and she had to believe it if she didn't believe it.

At this glance, she held her breath and dared not even breathe out.

There is such a beautiful man in the world. He Ning lowers his head in shame. It seems that questioning him will make people feel guilty.

"Take medicine." He spread his palm out in front of her.

There are colorful tablets on the palm with distinct joints. I can't see what they are.

Thinking of the sleeping pills Xie Yihao gave him before, he Ning's pupils subconsciously contracted and refused to stretch out his hand.

"No, I have my own medicine." He Ning calmed down and refused.

It's not that she doesn't believe him, but that she doesn't believe anyone.

At the moment, like a frightened bird, she has an instinctive fear of anything.

Shen Jingyu took back his palm, put the medicine into a container and grind it slowly.

He Ning looked at him nervously and didn't know what he was going to do.

I always feel that I have failed something, but what is it? In my heart, I can't find the answer.

Her eyes automatically followed his slender and powerful fingers and watched his serious and focused actions.