Can You Love Me?

Xin Ai complained: "How can I, I am so obedient, how can I seduce you."

Jian Zechuan pressed Xin Ai's waist hard, pressing her whole body closer to her body, "It is now."

The suppressed voice was so sexy that it was a mess, his eyes seemed to be the flames of a burner from under the iceberg, Xin Ai trembled: "I..."

What else can I say?

After a while, Xin Ai pressed Jian Zechuan's chest with both hands and tried to prop up a little bit, and said solemnly: "It's really not my fault for being beautiful."

Jian Zechuan glanced at Xin Ai Huan'ai's pink face, narrowing his eyes, "Could it be my fault?"

Xin Ai sighed, patted Jian Zechuan's chest lightly with her small hand, and said seriously: "Uncle...you are not young anymore, if this continues, I'm worried about you... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was turned over and pressed down again.

After a long time, a breeze blew in, and the window screen raised a beautiful arc. Xin Ai's crying and trembling voice was as soft as the spring breeze blowing through the tender willows that had just sprouted, shaking gently, like a cardamom girl walking The slender waist twisted from time to time is as soft as the door of the heart, itching to the bone.

Xin Ai regretted it to death, she shouldn't say that men are not good enough.

All men in the world are unwilling to hear these words, even Jian Zechuan is no exception.

"Uncle...forgive me, I was wrong...I know you are powerful, so I am unnecessarily worried. You are fierce and powerful, even if you are old, you will grow stronger..."

Well, it's better not to say that.

Xin Ai had the cheek to say a lot of things that she felt ashamed to say, and finally coaxed Jian Zechuan.

After the storm passed, Xin Ai desperately rolled out of Jian Zechuan's arms, like a withered flower blown by the wind and rain, paralyzed there and unable to open her eyelids.

Later, Jian Zechuan drenched her to take a shower, but she couldn't remember when she came out.

Jian Zechuan came out with Xin Ai in his arms, threw her on the bed, and swept over her water-stained body, his breathing was a little tight, peach blossoms bloomed all over her body, which was painted by him himself.

The big bed was already in a mess, Jian Zechuan really didn't want to sleep on this bed, so he put a sheet on Xin Ai and turned to go to the second bedroom.

A few minutes later, he came back again, wiped off the water on Xin Ai's body indiscriminately, and carried them to the next door.

The sky is turning white, and the sleeping city has not yet woken up.

Xin Ai suddenly screamed and sat up on the bed in shock.

Her face was pale, her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, her body was shaking, her pupils constricted, she was obviously frightened.

Jian Zechuan opened his eyes and looked at her lightly: "I'm having a nightmare."

Xin Ai came back to her senses, she saw that she was sleeping next to the bed again, separated by an arm's length from Jian Zechuan, the place between the two seemed to be cold.

She looked around, this was the second bedroom, not the master bedroom, thinking of the torment last night, Xin Ai couldn't help but feel hot on her face.

Xin Ai lowered her head, her hair drooping to cover the expression on her face: "Well, I had a terrible nightmare."

She dreamed of Zhao Tiande and the scene where he died beside her. Last night, it became her nightmare.

Thinking about it now, Xin Ai was still chilled all over, fear penetrated into her body everywhere, making her afraid, she turned her head to look at Jian Zechuan, bit her lip, wanted to lean over, and found someone to dispel her fear.

Jian Zechuan just woke up, with disheveled hair, lazy eyes, scratches and tooth marks on his bare upper body, and Xin Ai blushed a little after seeing it. She seemed to be quite fierce last night.

He glanced at the hickey marks on Xin Ai's body that had darkened, and he seemed to lose his breath from being woken up, so he rarely kindly asked, "What nightmare?"

Xin Ai didn't say anything, but moved her body, "Uncle, my body hurts, can I give you a hug?"

Her body was really uncomfortable, especially her waist and legs. When she moved lightly, tears could flow from the pain.

Xin Ai's winking eyes were affectionate, and the water vapor swirled in the bottom of his eyes, rippling the misty rain on the West Lake, but most of the people who saw it at this second would wish to be carried into the misty rain and refuse to climb out again.

But her beauty and delicacy seem to have no effect on Jian Zechuan.

He half-closed his eyes, looking at her as if he was looking at a stranger.

When I wake up, I want to hug, and when I fall asleep, I roll as far as I can honestly.

Jian Zechuan is sometimes curious, how long will this woman's play last, and she can't even deceive herself if she says she likes it, but wants to deceive others?

Xin Ai stretched out her hand, hooked one of his fingers, and yelled, "Third Brother..."

Jian Zechuan moved his fingers, and there were quite a few people who called him third brother, but when these two familiar words were called out from Xin Ai's mouth, there was a delicate ending in the corner, as if her hand was touching him. The chest seemed to be scratched, crispy and numb.

That was the feeling of being never given by others.

Jian Zechuan pinched Xin Ai's finger: "You're not called uncle anymore?"

Xin Ai creased her nose: "Stop barking, and I won't bark anymore. You are so young, so my uncle will call you old."

The corner of Jian Zechuan's mouth twitched. This little girl always likes to yell indiscriminately, and dares to yell anything. She pretends to be cute on the surface, but in fact she is more courageous than anyone else.

Otherwise, he would not let her play around in his life step by step.

Jian Zechuan stretched out his hand towards Xin Ai.

The moment she leaned into Jian Zechuan's arms, Xin Ai had another illusion for a moment, as if they were a serious couple, snuggling together to keep each other warm.

Maybe it was because the dream was too scary, but Xin Ai was a little obsessed with Jian Zechuan's embrace, and couldn't bear to let go.

But Xin Ai knew very well in his heart that no matter how tacitly the body cooperates, the distance between the heart is light-years away, and it will never be close.

Even now that she seems to be able to jump up and down in front of Jian Zechuan, it seems that he has pampered her a little more, but... Xin Ai knows that his kind of pampering is not for others, but for others. pet's.

It is emotionless and cold!

It will be taken away at any time, and it is also the cheapest.

Xin Ai listened to Jian Zechuan's beating heartbeat, and deliberately asked: "Uncle...do you like me?"

Jian Zechuan's heartbeat didn't change at all, and his breathing was steady. He closed his eyes, pinched the back of Xin Ai's neck, and asked lazily, "What do you think?"

Xin Ai rubbed his cheek against his chest: "It must be... I don't like it, but it doesn't matter, it's enough for me to like you."

She felt Jian Zechuan's chest tremble twice, and she vaguely heard his low smile with unknown meaning, and his hand slipped down from the back of her neck: "It's almost dawn, do you want to sleep, or..."

Xin Ai shook her body and immediately said: "Sleep, sleep, sleep..."

He said sleep three times in a row!

Xin Ai stuck her head in his arms, and refused to look up again.

She really exhausted all her energy and strength last night, she will never come again, she will die.

Jian Zechuan raised the corners of his lips, and that faint smile was more dazzling than the sunlight passing through the clouds.