Time passes very quickly, instantly has entered the winter.
Everything is very calm, but also calm let Jane Tong heart inexplicably yellow.
Since the big Shen Xiu Jin took him to live in the Shen family cottage, day eat and sit, sunset and rest, if standing in the onlooker's point of view, he took care of her unconsciously good to jump out of the fault.
In other people, I am afraid that I have been moved beyond words, but, the more he is, the more uncomfortable she is.
He always liked to sit on the edge of the bed in the bedroom when she was taking a shower, on the bedside lamp, looking at the book, and wait until she came out, then quietly stood up, incomparably natural, holding a hair dryer, standing behind her, each finger, delicately sliding through her hair.
He also likes to brush his teeth in the early morning, squeezing toothpaste for her also by the way.
He would also be overbearing and demand kisses.
There are many more things like these between lovers.
But what should be done between lovers, the only thing that was not done was the matter of sleeping in the same bed, the two of them had always slept in separate rooms.
But every time he made those those cares to her that only a loving couple or couple would do, Jane Tong wanted to laugh.
At the moment, the low hum of the hair dryer, has been echoing in the ears, as in the past night, Jane Tong hair wet sitting on the bed clapper, the day gradually cooled down ... She looked down to see the clothes on her body, pink thickened robe, wrapped tightly ... This new robe, or this person behind her, yesterday just purchased for her.
The workmanship of the clothes is naturally exquisite, think, the price must also be "exquisite", but this person in the end how do you think, how do you think, she will like this pink.
Listening to the sound of the hair dryer in the ear, with the frequency of the buzz, feel the slight rubbing of the top of the hair touch, suddenly, the woman hung her head, hidden in the chest of the face, revealing a desolate smile, silent laughter, the bottom of the eyes can not wait to seep out of the tears ... is not just a funny thing!
What does this count as?
"It's dry." She opened her mouth, said in a low voice, subconsciously rejecting his care, his every move.
Said "dry" when, Jane Tong has slightly side open the head, behind the man, black eyes shrunk ... her unaware of the small action, has betrayed her innermost thoughts.
Is she ... so resistant to his proximity?
Lost.
Hard to bear.
And a trace of unspeakable remorse.
In the end is in remorse what, only his own most clear.
According to the words, press off the switch of the hair dryer, put down the hair dryer.
There was a silky, pulling sound coming from the bed, and he looked over, and in the next second, reached out and grabbed the woman who was about to move to the other side of the king-sized bed.
"Let's get married."
Caught off guard, the man suddenly spoke out.
And Jane Tong, just as startled, looked at the air in front of her, and for a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.
However, the hand behind her, was resting on her shoulder.
The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that Jane Tong felt cold.
~~ A silent shudder, like an electric current, flowed through her whole body, and finally, a hard shiver.
For a long time, she didn't turn around and go over, just remained cold-eyed and looked at the air in front of her, and said roughly and crudely, "I'm just a murderer, I'm not worthy of the famous Mr. Shen."
After saying, then three times to lie down, pull aside the bedding, cover the body, the whole person turned around, back to the person behind, shoulders and shrink to the quilt, but also just reveal half of the head in the outside of the quilt - the meaning of resistance need not be more than a few words.
The man on the bedside, his hand still stretched in mid-air, squinting at the back of the woman on the bed: "You also said that you have not harmed Xia Weiming ... if, if I say, I believe you?"
The proud Shen Jia Xiu Jin, for the first time, lowered his lofty head!
His black eyes, still locked tightly on the back of the bed.
He was, expecting.
The dark eyes flickered with an unknowing nervousness.
"No, I killed. I killed Xaviming, I'm a murderer." She still did not turn around, still turned her back to him, her eyes were empty and looking at a cloud of air, only the tears, but in the place where the man could not see, slipped down ... Deadly biting the lips, suppressing the choking in the throat, she, no matter what, would not call him to hear the slightest sound of crying!
Silent tears, silent suppression, silent tightly biting lips ... late, late! Your belief, it is worthless!