There was no response inside.

Jiang Lan knocked twice again, and the door finally opened. Lu Jingchi stood indifferently at the door and looked down at her from a high place.

She raised her hand and gestured habitually: Eat.

Lu Jingchi stared at her fingers, his eyes darkened. Suddenly, he grabbed Jiang Lan's wrist and pressed her against the wall.

"Aren't you able to speak?"

Jiang Lan stared at the man's face that was close to her. She opened her mouth and couldn't say it.

Her mouth was inconsistent, and she spoke slowly than sign language, and she couldn't spit out a complete word for a long time.

Lu Jingchi looked at her faintly, stroked her cheeks with his fingers, and traced her lips inch by inch.

"What the hell are you thinking in your mind? I told you to follow me and you don't go, you ran to jump off the cliff, and now you are cooking these foods again, what does it mean?"

Jiang Lan bit her lip and looked at him with a burning look, she had no way to explain.

Lu Jingchi's voice was very calm, like a very ordinary chat, "For you, it makes you so uncomfortable to be by my side?"

Jiang Lan shook her head.

"Is it true, except by my side, I am free everywhere? Even if I die?" His plain tone was covered with some unknown melancholy and disappointment.

Jiang Lan's heart sank, she raised her hand, held his fingers, and looked at him deeply.

The man had little emotion in his eyes, and his eyes looked no different from usual.

But Jiang Lan was more or less worried.

She wanted to show her attitude and kiss his lips on tiptoe, and she would only know this.

He didn't move, letting her kiss awkwardly, and did not respond.

His silence made Jiang Lan's heart sour, and a sour breath surged into her eyes, and a layer of mist was covered in her eyes.

In the past, as long as she took the initiative, Lu Jingchi would respond to her, whether she was angry or angry, it worked every time.

He has never been so calm.

Jiang Lan raised his hand and went to unbutton his shirt.

Suddenly his wrist was grabbed, Jiang Lan raised his eyes and saw the angriness rushing in his eyes.

"You know this trick?"

"Have you used Pei Qingsheng?" His breath sprayed in Jiang Lan's ears. His voice was very small, but it was like a dense needle piercing into her heart.

"Do you think all men eat your trick?"

Jiang Lan's face was pressed against the wall, and a hint of chill came from her, and she shook her head hard.

A few intermittent words squeezed out of your mouth, "No...no..."

"nothing?"

"Yes..." She blushed and still couldn't say the complete words.

“Sure or not?”

"without......"

"No? No, do you listen to him so much?" Lu Jingchi's finger fell on her waist, his voice low, "Or, are you just a simple lack of men?"

Hearing these unpleasant words, Jiang Lan couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.

"You think I can't satisfy you?"

Jiang Lan shook her head frantically, and she turned her head with difficulty and looked at him with a begging gaze.

"Eat, eat, eat."

Lu Jingchi raised the corner of his mouth, which was a bit ridiculous.

He let go of Jiang Lan, turned around and walked downstairs, "You eat it yourself."
Chapter completed!