What should I do?

After listening to his words, I couldn't help but tremble secretly and apologized... What should I do!?

There was no one else in the elevator, so I cleared my throat slightly and lowered my eyes: "I told you I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" He still asked calmly but calmly.

"that……"

I opened my mouth, but my throat was still tight. I lowered my head and looked at my toes hesitantly: "Seduction, you shouldn't seduce, hiss..."

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt that Zhuo Jing was holding my hand so hard that it hurt me slightly. He pursed his lips and looked up at his poker face: "Actually, those are all Zong Bao's.

That's nonsense, really, do you think I can seduce you?"

Although I do think so, I must not admit this situation now, otherwise I will not be happy!

"What's going on with the clothes? Where's the shirt?"

It was the problem with the clothes. I looked at the floor indicator light, gritted my teeth, turned around and pecked Zhuo Jing on the cheek. There were no outsiders anyway, so I don’t have to be embarrassed about anything I do to my boyfriend. Lan Lan

She took his arm and said, "Don't be angry, okay? It's only been more than four hours. Can we be nice? We're thousands of miles away. It's not easy to meet each other, okay? Don't quarrel."

Zhuo Jing obviously didn't expect me to be able to use my big move, but his expression was still tense, "Do you want me to forget it?"

I tilted my head slightly and put it directly on his shoulder: "Actually, when you hit him, I felt really, really happy. But I was a little depressed. I was recording the sound, but it was useless.

If I had known I could just look for you, why would I go to all this trouble? You don’t even know how disgusted I am with him..."

"Ma Jiaolong, are you changing the subject on purpose?"

I pursed my lips and snickered, blinked twice and looked up at him: "No, I just want to chat with you. Zhuo Jing, when you hit him, I felt particularly relieved. It was better than beating me myself.

real."

He didn't respond immediately, but stretched out his hand and pushed my head onto his shoulder again: "Your body language is obviously better than your words."

I smiled softly, hugged his arm and rested my head on his shoulder, "Zhuo Jing, your mother will know that you did this for me, will she be angry?"

The elevator door opened, and I followed him out. When he didn't respond, I raised my eyes and looked at him again: "Well, will your mother be angry?"

The expression on Zhuo Jing's face remained unchanged. He walked to a door with the room card and said calmly: "I have never been afraid of her being angry. I will cooperate with Rong Danfeng. I just don't want you to be hurt before you marry me."

Hurt from her."

I was speechless and looked at his face. The moment he inserted the room card into the power switch, I reached out and hugged him directly, burying my face in his chest: "Thank you, Zhuo Jing... I miss you so much."

.”

He returned and closed the door, then put his arm around my shoulders. Hearing my hiss in pain, he moved his arm slightly upward: "That's all?"

"Yes." I hugged his waist and inhaled his breath vigorously through my nose. The only thing that was unpleasant was the faint smell of blood, "I miss you. In fact, I want to see you every day."

"Look at me."

He opened his mouth, "Huh?" I raised my face in confusion, but watched him directly press his lips down, and closed his eyes. Before he could explore deeply, his arm accidentally touched me again, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Grinning, Zhuo Jing stopped, and there was still a hint of anger in his eyes: "Do you know how angry I am?"

I nodded honestly: "Well, if you do this to other women, I will be angry, whether it's true or not, I'll be angry."

"Then do you have a next time?"

I shook my head honestly: "No more, I promise, there won't be a next time, not even half of it."

I can't describe that feeling, I only have it with Zhuo Jing. When I'm with anyone, no matter male or female, even my grandfather, I can't control my rudeness. Even if I say bad words or something, I won't care if I'm anxious sometimes.

But only with Zhuo Jing, I was particularly concerned about his mood. I was very afraid that he would be unhappy. I couldn’t express the fear, but I kept that fear carefully in my arms. It wasn’t really afraid, and I knew he wouldn’t be happy.

He will be really angry with me, but he just wants to coax him and is willing to do so.

Zhuo Jing's eyes suddenly filled with satisfaction, but his facial features were still tight and he was not smiling. Upon seeing this, my hand gently tugged on the shirt under his coat, "Really, I was really wrong, Zhuo Jing."

Jing, big brother? Big brother, please smile, look at me, look at me."

As I said that, I let go of my hand and pointed my index finger towards my cheek, shaking my body slightly: "The sparkles are shining like Zhuo Jing's black eyes, hanging in the sky and shining brightly. Jiaolong smiles when he sees it..."

"Ma Jiaolong, you..."

Zhuo Jing still couldn't help but turn his face sideways, and I could clearly see the muscles twitching slightly on the side of his face, "Hey, you smiled. Are you not angry with me anymore? Ah, you're not angry anymore, right?"

In order to coax him, I have to act cute. Is it easy? Me!

Turning his face, Zhuo Jing tried his best to hide his smile, but the tight muscles on his cheeks had betrayed him. After clearing his throat, he still looked at me seriously: "Ma Jiaolong, although this song is your style,

I'm not very angry anymore, but if this happens again..."

I raised one hand and looked at him: "I'm dead, I'm dead, okay?"

Zhuo Jing's eyes looked at me and suddenly felt a little stiff. No, to be precise, he looked at my chest and said, "What is that."

I was startled for a moment, and as soon as I lowered my head, my cheeks instantly caught fire.

Because the coat was always unbuttoned, the lace shirt underneath was clearly visible. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the stuff I padded out actually came out...

Zhuo Jing's hand stretched directly to my chest, I took a step back slightly, and he looked stern: "Don't move!"

As he spoke, he used his thumb and index finger to slowly pull out a long piece of toilet paper from above my chest, and then looked at me stiffly: "Can you explain to me how this thing got there?

Did you go?"

I want to know if there is a crack in the floor of this hotel. I want to crawl into it!

"That's right, it's what I use to blow my big nose..."

I replied in a low voice with a low eyebrow, and my face was so red that I could have fried eggs!

"Blow your nose?"

Zhuo Jing's voice was speechless, and he immediately threw away the toilet paper he pulled out, and pulled out another piece with his index finger and thumb: "Use so much?"

I felt my scalp was numb, so I raised my face and looked at him with bitter eyes: "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know how it was in my chest?"

His waist immediately tightened, and Zhuo Jing took a step closer to me, his body pressed against mine, and the warm breath he exhaled from his mouth swept directly onto my face: "Would you mind repeating the process of your seduction?"

I swallowed unconsciously: "Zhuo Jing, I really didn't seduce him. He is a pervert. I am, just..."

The temperature of the air has obviously increased...

I looked at his slightly red eyes as he slowly came closer, and grinned: "Oh, my arm hurts!"

Zhuo Jing was stunned for a moment, and with a depressed expression, he let go of his arms and walked a few steps inside: "Come here, I'll give you some medicine!"

I yelled, turned my back to him and secretly exhaled two long breaths.

Sitting on the sofa inside, he opened the medicine Xiao Tian bought and glanced at me: "Take off your coat first."

"Yes." I responded, my face still feeling slightly hot, and I glanced at Zhuo Jing: "Just disinfect it, it doesn't need to be deep."

There was an inexplicable emotion in Zhuo Jingde's eyes. He looked at my stretched out arm, holding the potion in his hand, but he still didn't turn it away——

I was stunned: "What's wrong?"

He didn't speak, and his breathing was obviously heavy, as if he was controlling something. After a while, he put the potion down with a thump, and then walked to the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower first!"

I don't know why, but I was obviously relieved when I saw his reaction. I always felt that something was wrong. I vaguely felt that something that shouldn't happen would happen if he didn't take a shower, but should it really happen?

I leaned my head on the sofa and listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom. According to my current body, I should be happy if this happened, but I know I can't do it now because I haven't become Mr. Big yet.

It's not the time to protect him as Mr. Nan said, but...this mood is full of weird emotions. What does it mean that he is taking a shower now? Does he really think it is wrong to do this to me before getting married?

Is it a sign of responsibility, or do you think I have something that he can't accept?

I feel very conflicted. On the one hand, I am happy, but on the other hand, I feel that I should not be happy.

There are some things I never know whether I should say or not. I cherish every minute and second we spend together. Therefore, I am afraid that after I say it, I will be hurt again. It is like a wound that has been healed with great difficulty. If you are afraid of pain, just

I don't want to pick off the newly formed scabs.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard the sound of water getting quieter. He must be washing his hair. To be honest, this hotel is not big, so it should be considered a good one here, but it is definitely not a few stars, so the layout of the room is not big.

The soundproofing is very average, so I could actually hear the sound of the shower water very clearly.

"Jiaolong."

He called me in the bathroom.

"Huh?!" I straightened my back, sat up and looked towards the bathroom: "What's wrong?"

"Open the suitcase and hand over my bath towel."

"Oh." He really is a mysozoic. He always uses his own bath towel when going out. I cursed secretly. I walked to his suitcase and asked for the password, then opened it. It seemed that he was really going on a long trip this time. Toiletries were not needed.

He brought everything he had with him. He only brought one set of clothes. Among them, bath towels, towels, and pajamas took up a lot of space. This was the first time that I picked up his things. Not to mention, he sorted them into different categories. He looked like a good student.

The class assignments are meticulous and neat. Compared with this, my travel bag, which is always stuffed in a mess, is a bit shameful.

"What's this?"

A small suitcase actually contained a small doll, about the size of two palms, with a round and chubby body, wearing a princess dress, big eyes, short dark brown hair, and a frown. It couldn't be according to the rules.

It looks like me. I looked carefully and found that it looked a little like me. I turned around and glanced at the bathroom. I smiled softly and took it into my hand. The doll's head was made of plastic.

Yes, it's nothing special. The body is just like an ordinary doll, so it looks fat and round. I curled my lips and said, "How can I be so fat?"
To be continued...