He was afraid to see, disgusted.
His heart was obviously accelerating, and his breathing became rapid.
He quickly placed An Ning back onto the bed, saying, "This way it won't be so bitter."
An Ning's eyes still gazed at him.
Upon hearing his words, she seemed to purse her lips slightly.
It seemed.
It really wasn't so bitter anymore.
The bitterness was all consumed by him.
An Ning closed her eyes.
She was drunk.
A drunken person knows nothing…
After placing An Ning down, Xiao Jinxing didn't linger and left directly.
Inside the room on the bed, there was only An Ning.
Suddenly felt, overly quiet!
Nightfall spread.
An Ning fell asleep.
Finally, she managed to fall into a deep sleep.
At this moment.
The door was gently pushed open again.
Xiao Jinxing walked in, having someone bring in a basin of hot water.
By this time, he had also changed his clothes.
Upon closer proximity, it seemed he was still emanating a chill.
As if he had showered with cold water.
