C21 Come True Are You Afraid

Jiang Weihee's nose smelled as if there was no fat powder. The people eating outside had all dispersed and the room was quiet. His ears were good. Not only could he hear her beating heart, he could even hear her breathing clearly.

Clink, clink. It was Lan Si who turned her head sideways and said, "You drank quite a lot of wine. I'll get you a cup of tea." He took his hand out of Jiang Weihee's hand and stood up with a quiet sigh of relief. He was so nervous that he felt like puffing smoke.

"No rush, I haven't even had my fill of wine, let me pour you two cups first."

He sat cross-legged, relaxed and at ease, looking in the direction of Lan Si. It was unknown why he was looking so enthusiastically in that vast expanse of darkness.

Lan Si couldn't take it out now. Previously, she didn't have much contact with Jiang Weihee, but now that they had gotten so close, she felt a terrifying aura from him. This was the first time the two of them were getting along like this, so Lan Si felt quite nervous.

The bed wine needed to be drunk by both of them. Lan Si had a light capacity for alcohol, and the wine was strong, but she still raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

Two wine cups rolled onto the ground. Lan Si stood up to pick them up, but Jiang Weihee stretched out his hand and pulled something out. He only heard Lan Si's soft exclamation as a piece of the bed next to her sank into the ground. She spat out the word "you" from her mouth and no longer said anything else.

"What's wrong?"

If she hadn't known earlier, Lan Si would have thought that Jiang Weihee was teasing her on purpose. She tugged at the straps on her clothes and pulled them down. When she pulled on the straps, all that was left was a shameful obscenity. Clothes.

At this age, a girl was as spirited as a blooming daffodil, tender tofu. At this moment, spring light was naturally extremely good, but unfortunately, no matter how good the spring scene was, Jiang Weihee could not see it.

The girl instinctively wanted to cover up her shame, so there was no reason not to. But soon after, she reacted, and her movements became slow and unhurried, "Nothing, I tripped a bit."

Jiang Weihee held her by the shoulder, touching the shirt on her shoulder before it could be touched, and asked in a knowing manner, "Did I pull your belt just now?"

Lan Si said frankly, "It's nothing..." Thinking of something else, he changed the topic, "It's getting late, and you've been tired all day. I'll boil some water for you to wash up. Wait for me here for a while."

"Since you've already taken it off, don't wear it anymore." He changed his grip to a grip, and the delicate bones in his hands were too much for him to bear, for fear of breaking them if he did.

Lan Si was not stupid, she knew what Jiang Weihee meant by this. Since she had already married Jiang Weihee, she must be in the same bed with him. However, when a girl got on the palanquin, she couldn't help feeling scared.

"What about the courage you had when you went to my bed?" Jiang Weihee's fingertips coiled around a strand of her hair. Smelling it seemed like he didn't use any hair oil, and the feeling of touching it was like a spring cloud. It could be seen that although this girl's days were a bit miserable, she wasn't miserable.

She looked at the red ball of joy on top of the bed and swallowed her breath. As she spoke, she started to stumble, "No …" It's different, last time it was … "It's fake."

He kept one hand on her shoulder, the other on the side of her head, his face close to hers, his voice soft as a whisper. "I'm not so patient this time.