115. Chapter 115 You want to marry me today (9)


Chapter 115 You are going to marry me today (9)

No one could answer Wen Chan’s question,

A panicked person didn’t know what she was afraid of, so she could only keep tapping her. His back comforted her.

A heartbreaking scream, eager to know who else is here besides the two of them!

Wen Chan felt like her brain was about to explode.

Been noisy.

Looking back, I saw that the view of the water was better, at least it was not noisy.

"Is there a rope?" she asked Jingshui.

"Who are you talking to!"

Yang Mianmian collapsed and shouted.

Jing Shui didn't answer, turned around and left, then came in with a rope a moment later.

Wen Chan got up from the bed, and under the incomprehensible looks of Jing Shui and Yang Mianmian, she tied up Yang Mianmian and blocked her mouth.

Suddenly, the whole world became quiet.

“You...”

Jing Shui’s face was filled with astonishment.

In his eyes, Wen Chan was a ball of air.

“What is this?”

He asked Wen Chan curiously.

Wen Chan said bluntly: "Ghost."

Jing Shui: "..."

"Open the door and I'll lock her in another room."

"..." Jing Shui didn't move.

Standing there with a complicated expression, when Wen Chan looked over, she asked in a low voice: "You...do you want to trick me into opening the door and running away?"

He started from birth I haven't seen any ghosts here since then, but I have seen a lot of those little thieves tonight.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low tone, "Sister, are you really unwilling to stay here?"

Even this kind of excuse can be found.

Wen Chan: "???"

She dragged Yang Mianmian with a frightened face, and the other party actually thought that she had deceived him?

"I let you open the door to give you face. If I want to leave, you can't stop me." Wen Chan was too lazy to explain.

Some things can only be believed if you see them with your own eyes, but he can't see them, so it's useless to say more.

Jing Shui stared at her faintly, and after a while, he was ready to go out through the wall and open the door.

In the end he moved.

Wen Chan had already kicked open the locked door.

Jing Shui: "???"

Wen Chan dragged Yang Mianmian to the next room.

Throwing Yang Mianmian on the bed, Wen Chan clapped her hands and said, "Just lie here and I'll come back to ask you tomorrow."

She had no intention of being stared at while sleeping.

Yang Mianmian was speechless, but she was sure that besides the two of them, there was a third person here that she couldn't see.

Who is this person?

Is there really a well god?

That's right, no one will bother Wen Chan except her tonight.

Is it because of the Well God?

But why didn’t Jing Shen come out to save her when she was there?

What kind of broken god is this? Does it still divide people?

Wen Chan saw that Yang Mianmian was thinking about something and had no intention of making any more trouble, so she turned around and left.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Jing Shui retracting his head from the door, which was peeking at her.

It seemed like he was really afraid that she would run away.

But he was afraid that she would be angry, so he could only observe her secretly.

Wen Chan smiled and then walked out expressionlessly.

She ignored Jing Shui, silently returned to the room where the door was broken, and lay back on the bed.

Jing Shui didn't say anything, just like a lost dog, sitting on the ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, watching over her silently.

The room was very quiet.

But Wen Chan could somehow feel that his grievance filled the whole room.

"?" She didn't even get angry, but he felt wronged first?

I don't know how long it took, Wen Chan opened her mouth and said: "Apologise!"

"I'm sorry."

The other party replied instantly, or even blurted it out, maybe without thinking through the brain.

Wen Chan snorted and said, "It's so quick, do you know where I went wrong?"

Jing Shui turned around, knelt down beside the bed, put his hands on the edge of the bed, feeling aggrieved. Staring at her, "It doesn't matter where you are wrong, Cicada, don't ignore me."

Wen Chan looked at him sideways, "Don't call me sister anymore?"

"..." Jing Shui avoided her eyes as she looked at him, but couldn't help but look at her secretly from the corner of his eye.

I wouldn’t have pretended if I had known earlier.

Why did he and his bride have such a quarrel?

"I'm angry that you don't trust me. If I wanted to leave, I would have left with them when others found me. Why wait until now?"

Wen Chan explained that she was angrier, "What did you do in the end? You locked me with a lock, and you thought I was making excuses to lie to you. What? I'm so unworthy of your trust?"

"No... No..." Jing Shui opened his mouth.

Wen Chan remembered the previous copies and he promised himself that he would never ask questions like whether she would leave again.

It's okay now. He didn't ask, but directly used actions to prove that he was still afraid that she would leave.

Where does this insecurity come from?

Is it because they are not too familiar with each other in this copy?

If he really wasn’t familiar with it, how could he crawl into bed on the first day?

Wen Chan did not respond, waiting for Jing Shui's answer.

But he seemed to be unable to give any other explanation other than no and no.

Stuttering, holding back his face until it turned red, unable to speak a complete sentence.

He was so anxious that his breathing became panicked.

Wen Chan was lying on the bed and could touch his head by raising her hand.

After thinking about it, I put my palm on his head and patted him gently.

"There is really a ghost, but you can't see it, and she can't see you either. I don't know what's going on with you two yet, but it may be related to what I'm doing."

"I'm only going to say it once. If I want to run away, you can't stop me. Don't do unnecessary things to try to trap me. I like freedom and sincere people."

She still likes big white steamed buns, which are white and soft inside when she breaks them open, without any fuss.

Wen Chan knew that she was not the only one drawing on his white paper, but she still hoped that no matter what, he would always look sincere and fiery in front of her.

Instead of using some little thoughts on yourself.

"Cicada..."

Jing Shui suddenly grabbed her hand on his head, gently took it off and held it in his hand.

He carefully moved his face towards her and rubbed her hand, his beautiful eyes shining with an incomprehensible light.

Wen Chan knew that he was acting coquettishly, so she didn't say anything to disturb him.

I don’t know how long it took, it was so long that Wen Chan almost fell asleep before I heard him say.

"I am the Well God, husband, can I sleep on the bed?"

Wen Chan: "..."

No more pretending?

As if responding to Wen Chan's words, he turned to look at Wen Chan, his face full of honesty: "Really, Chan Chan likes sincere people, so I won't lie to Chan Chan anymore."

"Can it be done?"

As he said this, he stood up, slowly squeezed onto the bed, and lay down next to Wen Chan.

He didn’t do anything extra, just touching arms with each other made him extremely excited.

"Cicada..."

Two seconds later, he tried to turn around and hug Wen Chan, but when he turned his head and saw Wen Chan's eyes, he turned his head back silently.

My heart is beating a drum.

Doesn’t she like this too?

Jing Shui believes that sincerity means doing whatever you want, saying what you want, without hiding anything, and being honest with each other.

So he confessed and climbed up. Isn’t that enough?

“Sleep!”

The next second, Wen Chan’s arms and legs had already taken the initiative to rest on him.

The tips of Jing Shui's ears were red, and his heart could not stop beating wildly. He turned sideways and pulled her into his arms, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Hmm!”

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