Cheng Zhihuan lowered his eyes and looked at his big, well-jointed hands, a little doubt rising in his extremely beautiful pupils.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" she asked softly, returning to her former gentleness.

Tenderness floats on the surface, but the true emotions are not revealed at all.

Gu Xingjing's eyes were unfocused, and he just looked at her blankly.

He clenched his big hand and refused to let go.

The coolness coming from his fingertips seemed to extinguish the burning sensation on his body, but he was still stubborn, even paranoid, and refused to let go.

Cheng Zhihuan waited for two seconds and sighed softly when he saw Gu Xingjing's confused face, which seemed like he was really drunk.

"It's time for you to sleep."

As if coaxing a child, she raised her hand and touched Gu Xingjing's head.

The hair was a little prickly and passed through her fingers, making her fingers itch.

She retracted her hand, and the tips of her little fingers hanging on one side moved slightly.

Gu Xingjing remained silent, holding her wrist tightly with his big hand. The black beads on the wrist bones had a strong presence, making his originally cold white skin look even more condensed.

He pursed his lips, and his rose-colored lips seemed a little aggrieved.

It's very faint, but it really exists.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was a little confused about who the person in front of him was. He looked down a little bit, from her eyes to her pink lips, then slid over the delicate collarbone, and further down, was covered by a quilt.

The loose pajamas cover the waist.

Then came the straight and slender long legs, and finally stopped at the delicate and small ankles.

The delicate ankles are well-proportioned and white, with a hint of cyan color. They look fragile and fragile, but can be controlled with a gentle pinch.

Very nice and beautiful.

But there was only one thing missing.

The "rose love" that was supposed to be wrapped around it disappeared.

Gu Xingjing tightened his hands, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and stared straight at the empty ankle, his voice hoarse.

"necklace."

He uttered these two words with clear pronunciation and a subtle hint of grievance.

Cheng Zhihuan realized belatedly what the "necklace" he was talking about was.

She looked down at her empty ankle and explained lightly: "I put it away."

"Doesn't it look good?" Gu Xingjing asked again in a deep voice. He didn't look drunk at all.

Cheng Zhihuan did not answer his words, but observed his behavior.

Although he spoke clearly, his eyes were still unfocused, and what he said now seemed to follow some kind of instinct.

This man is indeed drunk.

Since she was drunk, she was naturally even less able to explain.

However, when Gu Xingjing saw that she didn't answer, he thought to himself and said, "It doesn't look good."

As if to confirm his answer, he nodded.

Cheng Zhihuan:......

"It's not that it doesn't look good." She explained patiently, "It's just..."

Thinking of a certain reason, she suddenly pursed her lips, feeling a little incredible about the indescribable feeling in her heart.

She seemed a little concerned that Xin Yue was involved in the design of this necklace.

It seemed a bit funny to say it, so Cheng Zhihuan did not explain.

But Gu Xingjing seemed to want to know the reason, so he asked, "Just what?"

"Nothing." Cheng Zhihuan broke away from Gu Xingjing's big hand.

As soon as he broke free, he was caught by Gu Xingjing again.

This time, his hand strength was surprisingly strong, giving Cheng Zhihuan no chance to break free.

Cheng Zhihuan tried to struggle twice, but when he saw his grip getting tighter and tighter, he simply gave up struggling, looked at him and said, "Let go."

You really can't argue too much with a drunk person.

"Just what?" Gu Xingjing stared at her, as if he wouldn't let her go until she gave an answer.

Cheng Zhihuan pursed his lips and turned his head, not looking at Xingjing.

"I just care a little bit."

Her voice was very soft, and the gentleness on the surface had faded away, leaving only the cold look between her eyebrows.

She lowered her eyes, and her temperament seemed to have changed at this moment.

The original gentleness was suppressed by the coldness, and the coldness emanating from the bones was mixed with an indescribable gentleness.

It's complex and mysterious, making people want to explore it.

Gu Xingjing stared blankly at Cheng Zhihuan like this, something unexplorable emerged from the depths of his dark, unfocused pupils.

His Adam's apple restrained his movement up and down, and his voice became hoarse.

"What do you care about?" he asked.

The corners of Cheng Zhihuan's mouth curved slightly, and his voice became softer, almost just a shallow breath.

"Care about things I thought I wouldn't care about."

It’s a bit incredible to say.

She actually cared that Xin Yue participated in the design of "Rose Love". Although she almost only had a name, she actually cared a little bit.

This feeling was a bit strange. She couldn't figure out what this strange feeling was for the time being, so she suppressed it for the time being.

"But it's all over." She changed her style, as if coaxing a child to sleep, and rubbed Gu Xingjing's hair. Although it was a little prickly, she still rubbed it, "It's time for you to sleep."

She bent down, her face very close to his, so close that Gu Xingjing could clearly feel her breathing.

It was shallow, with a kind of gentleness that was different from the real one at ordinary times. The gentleness was mixed with the cold wind, blowing towards his face, making him unable to extricate himself.

He inevitably sank into her world. Even if he knew that the abyss was pulling him down infinitely, he could not refuse.

His breathing became heavier, and even his breathing became a little hotter.

His eyelashes trembled slightly and he let out a sexy "hmm" from his nose.

He couldn't refuse her, especially when she was so real.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he slowly released his hold on her wrist.

The big hands seemed to hang down as if they were powerless, resting feebly on his thighs.

Seeing Gu Xingjing being so obedient, Cheng Zhihuan nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay." She chuckled, "Then go to sleep."

She put her little hand on his shoulder, picked up the suit jacket that still smelled of alcohol with her fingertips, and slowly pulled it down.

Her slightly cold fingertips passed through his thin shirt and passed down his shoulders, gently passing over his almost perfect muscle lines. It seemed that the muscles were good, and her fingertips were still on his

Stay on the biceps for a second.

Gu Xingjing kept his eyes lowered and showed no reaction.

He seemed to be asleep, with his eyes closed and even his body hunched slightly.

With his cooperation, Cheng Zhihuan successfully took off his coat.

Then she patted his shoulder and her tone became a little more relaxed, "Okay, go to sleep."

When he wakes up tomorrow morning, Gu Xingjing will definitely not remember anything, and she doesn't need to answer him any more.
Chapter completed!