Chapter 17 Allowing Him to Enter His Room

Chapter 17 Allowing Him to Enter His Room

Zhai Yang calmed down for a long time before going upstairs.

After the door opened, he supported himself against the wall with his hands, his steps were a little unsteady, and he tried to maintain a calm attitude while negotiating with Cui Jing.

He was already quite embarrassed in front of her today, and he didn't want to be more embarrassed, but the words he spoke were soft and his voice was very low and hoarse.

"I would like you to agree to a marriage with me."

This is rare in the original text. It is the first polite request from Zhai Yang after Cui Jing kept committing suicide.

Cui Jing knew that this was most likely the result, but she still felt a little disappointed when the result came out.

The male protagonist cannot change their marriage relationship.

"They are threatening you with your white moonlight."

Cui Jing lowered her eyes to look at her nails. This was her new manicure. The last time her nails grew longer, the uneven connection between the original nails was exposed.

She just didn't like it anyway, so she just changed to a new style.

Technician No. 17 does have good aesthetic taste.

The highly transparent green is as charming as a green snake, and the uneven silver on the fingertips still sparkles in the night, as poisonous as snakes and scorpions.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't say anything. Besides, isn't this something you can figure out with your toes?"

"You know him well."

"It means you are too stupid." Is the old man's ultimate goal to make her pregnant? But she would not say this herself.

"you!"

The sharpness of her lips made him even more embarrassed.

He wanted to say, am I the only one who is being unilateral? Don’t you want to be with the person you like?

Zhai Yang had already determined that she was mentally "unfaithful" just like himself. When he was monitoring Xue Yijie, he asked someone to check on her. Apart from the existing chat records that showed nothing, the earlier chat records were completely deleted and could not be recovered.

It means someone has dealt with the traces.

"What about me? You're begging me now." She looked completely calm.

Zhai Yang looked at her doubtfully. He didn't want to talk to her about this, so he asked another question, "Are those really just dreams?"

"What dream?"

“I dreamt about being in a car accident.”

Cui Jing pressed the mask cloth on her brow bone to make it fit better, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Of course I just said it casually. You are the young master of the Zhai family. What era are you in? You still believe in feudal superstitions."

"So was it a coincidence that I was hit by a car?"

"What do you mean by being hit by a car? You? You were hit by a car? It doesn't look like it." Cui Jing looked him up and down, and seeing that he looked fine and seemed to be nonchalant, she said.

"Regarding the contract, I promised you."

"I'll draw up the contract tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm going to get my beauty sleep."

Cui Jing locked him outside the door with peace of mind, and turned around with a serious expression.

I was too impulsive before.

I'll have to keep the plot to myself for the rest of my life.

Zhai Yang stood at the door for a while resigned to his fate. His vision went dark, so he squatted down, curled up his tall body, and his stomach began to hurt.

Pain crept up on his handsome face.

After a while, he took out his cell phone.

"I think I might need to share a room with you tonight, Dad and the others are over there..."

The call was hung up before Zhai Yang could finish speaking. After spending these days together, it seemed that he had expected the call to be hung up.

Just as he was about to call back again, the door creaked open.

Cui Jing had already taken off her facial mask. Her skin was as cold as porcelain. Her hair was let down, wet like a coiled snake. She seemed a little annoyed as she hugged her chest.

"Come in."

Zhai Yang followed her and took two steps. The person in front seemed to remember something and stopped. He bumped into her back hard, causing her to stagger.

"Wait a minute, your clothes are not here."

Zhai Yang's mind turned slowly, and after a long while he replied, "Then I'll go to the guest room to get some clothes."

"I can only give you a small half of the bed later."

"it is good."

"Go and quietly get another air-conditioned quilt."

"good "

He agreed to all of Cui Jing's requests, and finally left like a zombie.

After getting his things, Zhai Yang successfully entered the bathroom, where he was surrounded by a strong feminine scent, including facial cleanser, fragrance, and essential oil conditioner.

The tabletop diffuser has a light and elegant fragrance.

He clutched his towel, feeling that he was out of tune with this sweet smell.

The lid of the high-end skin care product on the countertop seemed to have been left out after use and was placed aside. He put the lid on the pump head and straightened it to wash up.

The strong stream of water from the shower head hit him, flowing down along the smooth undulating muscle lines of his naked body. His abdominal muscles were tight and his mermaid line was clear.

He lowered his head slightly and whipped out dense foam, which accidentally got into his eyes and stung a lot.

It's not as bad as the dull pain in my heart.

His already red cheeks became even redder due to the rising temperature in the bathroom, and Zhai Yang touched his forehead.

A little hot, but that's ok.

He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, dressed neatly, with a small area of ​​his chest that was inevitably exposed and red. He saw Cui Jing playing with her phone with her back to him, a small coat draped over her shoulders, and the air conditioner in the room was turned very low.

There was a Dyson hair dryer on the bedside table.

Zhai Yang sat down, and the incredibly soft bed suddenly sank a bit, and he sank into it, as if his waist had gone weak.

He lowered his head and started to blow-dry his hair. When he was done, he stood up and was about to put away the hair dryer when he felt a little dizzy.

There was a knock on the door, but Cui Jing didn't plan to move.

Zhai Yang was still standing, so he went to open the door. Outside the door, a new-looking nanny was holding a box of isatis root and a long-handled teapot. "The master asked me to bring it up."

Zhai Yang brought in hot water.

I took two packets of Isatis root at one time.

"Pour me some." Cui Jing pointed at the red tea bag on the bedside table on her side without hesitation.

Zhai Yang weighed the kettle and said, "There may not be much water left. Ask someone to bring some up."

"Forget it, just pour as much water as you have. Why do you drink so much water at night?"

Cui Jing once again used a rhetorical question in her speech. This kind of rhetorical question can easily annoy people and cause conflicts in a family.

It is an even more devastating blow to poor families.

Zhai Yang added water to her cup.

Cui Jing took two sips and turned off the bedside lamp. The two of them lay in the dark, with a sense of alienation between them, and a suffocating feeling that came with a divorce.

Cui Jing turned over, her senses magnified in the darkness. Zhai Yang was lying quietly next to her, his breathing calm and orderly, like hypnosis.

She didn't take a nap, and soon felt sleepy as she listened, and closed her eyes.

Cui Jing woke up in a fever.

A man held her in his arms. She pushed him away twice in a daze, but her hands were grabbed by him and he placed a few kisses on his hot lips.

The man's body was extremely hot.

One hand was placed on her waist, and moved up randomly to cover her chest through her clothes.

Cui Jing shuddered and felt numb from her coccyx to her brain.

A crisp slap sounded in the night.

Zhai Yang's head felt heavy and swollen, and he only reacted after being slapped in the face. His confused eyes focused a little and he saw the woman under him clearly.

Her hair climbed everywhere like a vine, climbing onto the pillow, onto the bed that sank as her body sank, onto her arms, and the ends of her hair formed a half circle.

The large white area on the woman's chest was covered with red marks from her struggle.

She looks so familiar.

Oh, this is my wife whom I am about to marry.

"You're acting like a beast late at night. You've been drugged and you can't control yourself. Just get out of here." Cui Jing immediately realized that something was wrong with her.

It was the pot of water, and she only took a sip.

My heart suddenly tightened.

"Did you hear that?" The desire in Zhai Yang's eyes frightened her. There was a huge difference in body shape between men and women, and the disparity in strength was especially great.

She pressed one hand against his chest in resistance, pushing harder and harder, her translucent nails digging slightly into the skin of his chest.

Zhai Yang's mind became even more confused by the slight pain in his chest.

He lowered his head and stared for a while at the pair of pale, slender hands under beautiful nails, which were pressed against his open and naked chest. The thin veins on the back of his hands became engorged with blood due to the force.

His Adam's apple slid and he stood up slowly.

Cui Jingxin put it down.

"I'll turn off the air conditioner, you sleep on the floor."

"Okay." Zhai Yang, feeling hopeless, said yes to everything. He was hopeless emotionally, but not physically.

I went to the bathroom for an hour, and when I came back I curled up on the floor with the air-conditioning blanket.

Cui Jing played with her cell phone with her eyes open, her eyelids fighting each other for a long time. The person under the bed was quiet.

She finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep.