"I've been thinking... why... can we do such a thing without this love between us? " Jing Xiaxi's eyes were empty. She looked at the ceiling as if she was looking for something... ...
But it also seemed... ... Empty ...
"Isn't this what you want? " Yin Yihan reached out his hand and touched Jing Xiaxi's pink face gently.
Recently, her skin had become better. It was smooth and tender like a peeled egg. It felt very good.
Yin Yihan traced Jing Xiaxi's facial features with his fingers over and over again. ...
Jing Xiaxi just closed her eyes and didn't make any sound... ...
She bit her lip hard and made no more noise.
Responsibility... ...
No, of course not.
She doesn't want any fucking responsibility!
She wants love, even if there is no love, only a little like, is also good. At least, not as cold as this.
Having sex with yourself and then talking about all this responsibility... ...
Jing Xiaxi couldn't suppress her emotions. She felt that it was laughable, really laughable.
For Love, Jing Qiuci was already dead, completely killed by herself, just to... ... Be able to be by this person's side ...
For the man in front of her, she didn't even have herself anymore. She had already turned herself into another person who wasn't her.
Wasn't this enough?
What else did she have to do?
Well, this was probably fulfilling the unfair principle of love.
It was never possible to get as much as you gave.
Jing Qiuci was dead, so... ... With Jing Qiuci's death, her love would be buried with her ? ?
"It's just responsibility, and then to vent your love, you want to? We... are all just like this, right? " Jing Xiaxi asked calmly ...
Yin Yihan looked at her, but didn't give her any answer. What she wanted, or didn't want.
Thinking that Jing Xiaoen was about to finish school, Yin Yihan directly picked Jing Xiaxi up from the SOFA and sent her back to the house. He put her on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered her.
Jing Xiaxi did not react to his series of actions.
She just let him manipulate her at will.
Yin Yihan sat by the bed and looked at Jing xiaxi lying on the bed. Her pretty baby face looked very young, and her long eyelashes formed a faint shadow in front of his eyes.
He could not help but feel a sense of pity and attraction for her.
Yin Yihan reached out and pinched his cheek.
"Don't say childish things anymore. " Yin Yihan's voice was low and deep, like a beautiful and deep musical instrument, performing beautifully.
Childish... ...
"We've long passed the age of talking about love, haven't we? Besides, how can a family like yours and mine only be emotional? "
What he meant was that even if you didn't love me, you could still have sex with me and live with me because... ... You were very mature ? ?
What kind of mature was this?
Jing Xiaxi had completely understood why... ... They couldn't be together anymore ...
Yin Yihan turned around and left. Before he left, he repeated what he said the other day, "Jing Xiaxi, without my permission, "
He didn't love her, but he didn't want to let her go... ...
Yin Yihan, why?
"You'll regret it. " Jing Xiaxi looked at Yin Yihan's back and blurted out these words.