After the passion, the two naked bodies slept face to face on the bed, just like two newborn babies, and like Adam and Eve.

Jing Jiaren's hair was sticky with sweat, and the whole room was filled with a lingering atmosphere of ambiguity and lust.

Ximen Longting hooked his fingers and pushed her hair aside.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his big palm and put it against her face: "Long Ting..."

She rubbed it back and forth, wanting to keep doing this.

She wants him to possess her and be closely connected with her, then she will feel that they belong to each other.

Once separated, she felt out of reach, and her heart became empty...

Ximen Longting kissed her forehead: "You are tired."

"I'm not tired yet."

"Go to sleep."

"I can't sleep..." Jing Jiaren opened her big eyes, "Tell me a story."

"story?"

"Well, this way I can fall asleep quickly." Jing Jiaren felt uneasy. This sweet tenderness made her confused and afraid of the future. She felt that she was starting to be selfish and wanted to be reluctant to leave this hard-earned happiness.

Ximen Longting stretched out his hand, put her head in his arms, and held her right hand: "In the past, there was a person who told me to love you, and another person told me not to love you. But one day I died not loving you.

, who do you think is left?”

"Is this also called a story?" Jing Jiaren was speechless, "If you want to hear that, just say it."

"Answer me."

"Okay, let's leave 'I love you'."

"I love you too." Ximen Longting kissed her straight nose with a warm kiss.

It warmed her heart all the time.

"The same story, but with a different ending. One day I love you to death, who will be left?"

Jing Jiaren looked at him steadily: "I don't love you."

Ximen Longting held her face and said attentively: "But I still love you——"

"..."

"Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you. I love you so much." Ximen Longting took Jing Jiaren's right hand and said, "Only you can wear this ring. No one can wear it except you."

My wife, Ximen Longting."

Jing Jiaren looked at the watch.

He came closer and said: "Meeting you, falling in love with you, and having you are the most beautiful things in my life."

After saying this, he pressed a certain button.

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Are you recording again?"

Ximen Longting hugged Jing Jiaren: "I have been looking for opportunities."

"Well?"

"I'm not good at expressing myself. I'm not a good talker." He looked at her seriously.

He was asked to record his voice into a tape recorder inexplicably, and he couldn't think of any good lines at all.

The most beautiful love words are not deliberately said, but the most true and natural expression of emotion.

So when he gave Jing Jiaren the watch, he didn't let her listen to the recording - because it hadn't been recorded yet.

"Now you can listen." He raised his lips and smiled sinisterly.

Jing Jiaren stared at her. No wonder he suddenly held her right hand while telling that story.

"Have you already planned it?"

"Just improvise."

"You also said you don't know how to talk about love - you just use the same words," Jing Jiaren pinched his ears, "Slick and sweet words. Where did you learn that?"

Ximen Longting stared at her seriously: "No matter how disgusting your love words are, I will only say them to you."

"You just said this watch is a ring?"

"For me, it is."
Chapter completed!