Chapter 133 It’s not acting like a spoiled child, it’s better than acting like a spoiled child
"Move to my place after you return to Beijing." Jin Shiyue put his warm palm on her back and rubbed it slowly, his voice was lazy and a little tired.
Lian Li's lumbar vertebrae were softened by his twisting, and she couldn't help but tremble in his arms, "Do you have a cat at home?"
"Like it?" Jin Shiyue asked.
Lian Li said: "I'm allergic to cat hair."
It's not about psychological likes or dislikes, it's purely a physiological issue.
Jin Shiyue reached down, put his broad hands around her hips, lifted her up, hugged her around her waist, easily stood up, and strolled leisurely towards the bed.
Lian Li was worried that he would throw her away, so her two slender legs could wrap around his waist, and her hands would hook around his neck.
Later I realized that this posture was like holding a child.
She buried her face in his shoulder and discussed with him: "I will stay with you for three days out of seven days a week."
"Can I?"
Her voice was light in emotion, not coquettish.
But she has a good voice, which is filled with a little sleepiness and muffled hum. It's not acting like a spoiled child, but it's better than acting like a spoiled child.
Jin Shiyue looked sideways, and what caught his eye was the fair skin on the side of her neck. He added an additional condition: "Will you listen to me for the next three days?"
As he spoke, his hot breath hit the side of her neck, arousing an itch that spread inch by inch.
Lian Liti smiled and was not fooled: "I won't listen."
Jin Shiyue laid her down on the bed, then he knelt on one knee and leaned down on the bed.
The man's tall body completely enveloped her, his black eyes staring straight at her, like a beast about to feast.
Lian Li's long black hair was scattered on the white sheets, her bright eyes and white teeth, her complexion of creamy white jade, her bright red lips, and her eyes filled with clear mist.
It is a noble appearance that should be nourished by love, and it is also a stunning appearance that should believe in love.
It's a pity that neither of these are available to her.
Jin Shiyue leaned on Lian Li, rubbed the top of her head with his palms, and asked casually: "What time will the concert end tomorrow."
"Nine thirty." Lian Li said, "Do you want to go see it?"
Jin Shiyue raised his eyebrows lightly: "You want me to go?"
When he goes to a concert, he will most likely have to book the concert, and Lian Li doesn't like being booked.
She shook her head and said you should be busy with work.
After being noisy for half a night, it’s getting late.
Jin Shiyue put his arms around her slim waist, held her in his arms, and pulled the quilt with his long fingers to cover her up.
Lian Li pressed against the naked Jin Shiyue, his half-exposed muscles were smooth, less tough and cold when they were lingering, and two points more warm and soft.
She raised her face, looked at him, and looked at him carefully.
The man has thick black forehead hair, deep brow bones, thick and long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a cold facial contour.
The slightly raised ends of his eyes added to the aura.
Jin Shiyue laughed softly from his throat, and the ending was ambiguous and made people think: "Do something to help you sleep?"
Lian Li blushed: "No."
Jin Shiyue grabbed her hand and put it on his waist, letting her hold his waist. He picked up her long hair with his fingers and smoothed it down her back. He said in a low voice: "Then sleep."
The man's body was hot, and Lian Li nestled in his arms. She felt warmer and safer than usual when she got into the bed, and she fell asleep quickly.
Jin Shiyue closed his eyes, smelled the fragrance of her body, and soon fell asleep.
However, the dream seems to have no peace with reality.
When he was a child, Jin Yanting was the most outstanding child in the eyes of all his elders. He had shown an IQ and EQ that were beyond his peers since he was a child. He also had a mature and steady temperament. He was personally nurtured by Mr. Jin, and everyone liked him.
Jin Shiyue had no chance to express himself since he was a child. He was raised by his parents. His father was busy with work all year round and almost never saw him. His mother, Chen Shifei, suffered from bipolar disorder. She sometimes lost control of her emotions and hurt him unconsciously, leaving scars all over his body.
In order to prevent others from seeing his injuries, his mother and nanny often locked him in his room. That day, Chen Shifei fell ill and broke a glass wall. The broken glass scratched Jin Shiyue's face. The wound was not deep, but it stung indescribably.
At the family dinner in the evening, Concubine Chen Shi and the nanny locked up the disfigured man.
Jin Shiyue sat in the room. The band-aid on his face fell off and blood overflowed. He didn't touch it, waiting for his mother to come over to apply medicine and treat the wound.
After waiting for a long time, I finally saw Chen Shifei's figure.
Jin Shiyue stood in front of the window of the room on the second floor. Because his mother had warned him not to let others see it, he only left a gap open and squinted downwards.
In the courtyard, Concubine Chen Shi never looked back at her youngest son. She was busy asking after him and caring for her eldest son who rarely stayed by her side.
Jin Shiyue looked at the mother and son downstairs, feeling sad. His mother had never been so gentle to him.
He always felt that it was because he was not as good as his elder brother that he was not treated with gentleness.
But later he found out he was wrong.
It was clear that no one welcomed his birth.
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Six-year-old Jin Shiyue had a dull expression on his face, watching Chen Shifei talk to Jin Yanting with a gentle face.
Twenty-seven-year-old Jin Shiyue looked at this scene with a cold smile on his handsome face, disapprovingly.
But that picture, somehow, suddenly changed.
It turned into Lian Li bending down, looking at Jin Yanting in the car with a tender expression.
"Hiss..."
Lian Li woke up in the morning and saw Jin Shiyue frowning. She stretched out her hand and gently smoothed his brow with her fingertips, but he unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. He was so strong that he almost broke her hand.
The more Jin Shi opened his eyes, he saw her little face wrinkled, like a sign of losing her temper.
He let go of her wrist and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry."
Lian Li was about to settle the score, but when she saw his indifferent expression, she even apologized. Her anger suddenly deflated like a deflated balloon.
That’s all.
He was beyond her imagination, and nothing he did was strange.
Lian Li got up to wash up, and Jin Shiyue followed her figure with his eyes until she walked into the bathroom.
After they finished washing, it was already half past eight.
He took a piece of ribbon, pulled his long black and slightly curly hair behind his head, and tied it into a beautiful knot.
She turned around, and Jin Jiyue also changed his clothes, wearing a well-cut silk satin shirt and trousers. He was a walking clothes hanger, with his superior figure and unique temperament, he looked good no matter what he wore.
Just as Lian Li was about to ask him what he was eating, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Jin Shiyue glanced at her faintly: "Who is it?"
Lian Li: "I don't know, I don't have clairvoyance."
Such a long distance, across the door, who knows who is knocking on the door.
Lian Li started to open the door, but when she passed him, Jin Shiyue pinched the back of her neck with his big hand and grabbed her back.
There was a slight smile on his lips, "Give one for you?"
Pretending to be clairvoyant?
Modern society is not a science fiction movie, so how could she pretend to be clairvoyant?
"I don't want it, you have to pretend to be yourself." When Lian Li took his hand away, he messed up her hair.
Knock, knock, knock.
The knock on the door sounded again.
Lian Li walked towards the door, ready to open it to see who it was.
She took three steps, paused, and looked back at the man behind her: "Why are you following me?"