Chapter 53 Touch him, hug him
Lian Li had just woken up and looked at Jin Shiyue with sleepy eyes, and there was a trace of indescribable sadness in her mind.
Did she touch him?
Lian Li frowned slightly and tried her best to recall the details, but it felt like a hazy rain fell in her mind and she couldn't see clearly.
For a moment, her eyelashes, which were curved like a small classical fan, blinked slowly, and her tone was firm: "I didn't touch you."
Jin Shiyue took the glass from Lian Li's hand and placed it on the bedside table. He leaned over and got closer to her sitting on the bed.
The extremely aggressive handsome face gradually approached, and Lian Li's upper body instinctively leaned back until his shoulders and back were against the head of the bed, with no way to retreat.
The two were very close, and the man's unique scent of fir, mixed with a little bit of petitgrain, wrapped Lianli like a fine net, making her temporarily forget the bitter taste of the medicine.
Lian Li looked at Jin Shiyue's sharp and beautiful jawline for two seconds, then moved her eyes upward, passing over the thin and sharp lips, the mountain-like bridge of the nose, and stopped at his deep black pupils.
Her fever has not completely subsided, her brain is sluggish, her cheeks are slightly warm, and her language system has also stopped working: "You..."
"There are only two of us here, not you. Could it be that a dog touched me?"
"There is another possibility." Lian Li said.
"What's possible?" Jin Shiyue's smile had a faint evil aura.
Lian Li's eyes were fixed on his brow bone, avoiding eye contact with him, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "No one touched you at all."
"You are not a human, you have become a fairy? Little fairy."
"..." It seems that he won't stop until she touches him today.
Lian Li's hands hidden in the quilt were holding the sheets. She raised her eyelashes, looked directly at Jin Jiyue, and said clearly: "I only hugged your neck and didn't touch you."
The light from the chandelier fell down, illuminating Jin Shiyue's slightly raised eyebrows: "If you don't touch me, how can you hug me."
Lian Li looked at the man's face close at hand. His eyelashes were dark and very long.
His breath hit my face, very light, like an illusion, but with a strong sense of presence.
The temperature that had just subsided on her cheeks seemed to have risen again. Her head was dizzy, her eyes were wandering for a moment, and she suddenly raised her arms to hug his neck.
Lian Li only put her arms around Jin Shiyue's neck, trying to avoid contact with other parts of her body, but she was not a gibbon after all. This posture instantly brought the two closer to each other.
The tips of their noses were not even an inch apart, and their clear and shiny apricot eyes clearly reflected Jin Shiyue's appearance. She rolled her eyes lightly and said from her own experience:
"Look, I can just hug you and not touch you."
Lian Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, she controlled her breathing, and moved her eyes to see if he believed it or not. Unexpectedly, when she raised her eyes, she was caught off guard and bumped into Jin Shiyue's dark and deep pupils.
The man's eyes were very dark, containing infinite gravity like a black hole in the universe, pulling her invisibly, as if he wanted to swirl her inside.
Lian Li suddenly felt his scalp numb, as if he had lost his memory. He forgot his words and just stared at him blankly.
Her body temperature was still a bit high, and the breath she exhaled was slightly hot, spraying on Jin Shiyue's face, penetrating the surface of the skin and heating the blood in her body.
The subtle magnetic field fermented rapidly as they looked at each other, and Jin Shiyue's sharp Adam's apple rolled, as if he was planning to do something.
Lian Li reacted instantly, retracted her arms, and pulled the quilt to cover herself: "You believe me this time, I didn't touch you."
Touching and cuddling.
The two words have different meanings in Lian Li's heart, and the degree of intimacy and subjectivity they represent are very different.
She didn't see Jin Shiyue, she pulled the soft quilt with her fingers and continued: "I'm sorry. I should think of you as my mother. I used to be like this when I was sick. Even if I saw the God of Wealth, I would hug him Don’t let it go.”
In the past, when she was sick, she would only call her mother, murmur a few words in her sleep, and never hold anyone in her arms. After all, he was sick and his whole body was weak. How could he find the strength to hug someone?
Lian Li guessed that she smelled Jin Jiyue's breath and felt that he was very familiar, so she mistakenly thought of him as her mother.
well.
Think of Jin Yanting as your father and Jin Shiyue as your mother. Does she need to see a psychiatrist?
So annoying.
"If you don't believe it, you can call and ask Senior Sister Shu Fan, she can testify."
Lian Li explained it very sincerely and sincerely, fearing that he would misunderstand.
Jin Shiyue looked at her for a while, then slowly stood up, took his hand away from her side, and took a step back.
He glanced at her and said in a hoarse voice: "Pack your bags and come down."
After saying that, he walked out of the bedroom with long legs.
The man's tall back disappeared from sight. Lian Li took her hand out of the quilt and shook her fingers slightly.
The area where his fingers had rubbed was hot and numb, as if it was about to burst into flames.
The arm around his neck was also a little numb, as if he had been shocked.
Being sick will make your limbs weak and sore, and you will have to move your fingers and look at the door in confusion.
What are you packing for? Are you going back home?
Lian Li suddenly remembered her flight back to China today, and quickly took out her phone to check the time.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
It's one o'clock in the afternoon.
The plane has already taken off.
Lian Li slapped her forehead with her palm in frustration, saying she was sick and missed the flight.
She took a few deep breaths, got off the bed, and prepared to pack her luggage. The moment she lifted the quilt, Lian Li discovered that the clothes she was wearing were not the ones she wore last night.
Whoever helped her change it was probably not Jin Shiyue.
Lian Li shook her head to get rid of this idea. Her head shook and she started to feel dizzy again.
She sighed and quickly packed her things. She only stayed for one night and didn't take out the contents of the suitcase very much, so she packed them quickly.
Lian Limao stood up and found that Jin Shiyue didn't know when he would return, leaning against the door and watching her pack her luggage.
Seeing that she had done it, he strode over, picked up his suitcase, and walked downstairs.
There was cooked food in the restaurant and it was still hot. They left the apartment only after Lian Li was full.
Cullinan parked and waited under the building. The driver was a young man, but it was not Li Ye. Lian Li didn't say hello since he didn't recognize him.
She sat in the back seat, leaning against the comfortable leather seat back, and Jin Shiyue threw a thick wool blanket to her.
"Thank you." Lian Li had eaten and drank enough and had a clear mind before she dared to talk to him, "Are you going to the airport?"
"No."
"Where are you going?" Lian Li turned to look at him.
Jin Shiyue sat relaxed in his seat and looked sideways at her: "I sold you."
Lian Li gradually got used to the eldest young master's speaking style: "I'm not worth anything."
"Who said that."
"It's obvious, no one needs to say it." Lian Li spread out the blanket and covered her body. The blanket was soft, warm and very comfortable.
Jin Shiyue looked at her with his dark eyes, and said with a casual expression: "It's quite valuable."
Lian Li turned her head and glanced at him, averted her gaze and did not answer any more words.
The eldest young master has a way of teasing people, and he also has a way of mocking people.
If not to the airport, where would he take her?
(End of chapter)