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Han Jiaren walked into the bedroom again, and Jin Jingcheng was still asleep.

Unable to help, Han Jiaren sat on the edge of the bed, turned around and stared at Jin Jingcheng in her sleep, thinking about the discovery she had in his study with her twice just now, and she felt that this man was becoming more and more mysterious.

Originally, Han Jiaren thought that she had already understood Jin Jingcheng more, but now she found that it was just a kind of self-comfort. The man who was sleeping in front of her had too many things hidden and was not so easy to understand. Perhaps one day, which woman would become his pillower would have a deeper understanding.

But it doesn't matter. Han Jiaren thinks that as long as she falls in love with him, whether his mystery is unpredictable, it is his business in the small way, and it is a business in the big way, and it is a business in the men. As a woman, if you don't force sharing and only have a understanding, you may be more stable.

Han Jiaren couldn't help but stretch out her hand, stroked Jin Jingcheng's eyebrows, and then stroked Jin Jingcheng's beard on his chin, and asked silently in her heart: "What kind of woman is suitable for a man like you? Am I really suitable? I know you love me. You were willing to give my life for me on the small path in the woods that day, so I confirmed this, but can you really be with me for the rest of your life?"

Then he murmured in his heart: "It must be said that a man like you needs a woman to take care of him."

Han Jiaren suddenly smiled and continued to murmur in her heart: "Well, it's better to be a virtuous housewife."

Han Jiaren couldn't help but remember the scenes she had just helped Jin Jingcheng scrub in the living room, and she felt like she was a housewife in the picture.

She thought it was strange that the last time she took care of the injured Jin Jingcheng, she felt like a housewife. She felt novel and confused about it at that time, but this time she took care of Jin Jingcheng, and even had a sense of enjoyment.

"Can I really have the potential to be a housewife?" Han Jiaren asked herself in her heart. She didn't care about this before, but she felt it was a bit funny, but through these two cares for Jin Jingcheng, she now has to re-examine this statement and is willing to give a positive answer.

"So will I be virtuous?" Han Jiaren asked herself again.

She has no difficulty answering this question herself.

If Kim Jingcheng was not the drunken party tonight, but went to see Han Jiaren as a bystander, he would definitely give a positive answer.

Because women who don’t hate their own men are usually drunk, either the environment and experience of this woman’s growth did not make her realize that drunkenness is often something worthy of hating, or the woman’s own life is very depressed. She often lingers in the red lights, or the woman is very virtuous.

Han Jiaren belongs to the third type.

No matter how virtuous you are, it should be limited. Virtuous does not mean surrender. This is how Han Jiaren's virtuousness is.

Although she didn't hate her man who was drunk, she was glad that Kim Jong-sung didn't vomit just now. Although she knew that even if Kim Jong-sung vomited, she would not feel annoyed, but that would make her care more troublesome. What she was most glad that Kim Jong-sung didn't go crazy after being drunk, and the man went crazy after being drunk. She hated her very much.

Han Jiaren thought Jin Jingcheng was very good at this area, and even thought that he looked cute after being drunk, as if he had suddenly changed from a calm and majestic man on the outside to a fragile child.

Or by coincidence, just at this moment, Jin Jingcheng, who was sleeping in his dream, suddenly spoke a dream, almost scaring Han Jiaren.

This dream talk only has one word: "Mom!" and it was shouted by Jin Jingcheng in a lonely and sad voice.

"Mom?" Han Jiaren suddenly heard Kim Jong-sung shouting this title. After he reacted, he became confused: "Isn't he Kim Jong-kook's younger brother? Isn't Kim Jong-kook's mother good? Why did he shout out in such a lonely and sad voice? And he was sleeping."

Han Jiaren didn't know what was going on. But she couldn't help but shed tears. Jin Jingcheng's cry in his dream just now had an inexplicable impact on her, which made her feel very distressed. She could see that Jin Jingcheng must have an indescribable sorrow hidden in her heart.

"How do you suppress them on weekdays!" Han Jiaren muttered softly while stroking Jin Jingcheng's cheek, "Maybe artistic creation is your main way to vent?"

If Kim Jong-sung heard this, he would definitely be very happy because it means that Han Jiaren has understood him more and more.

At this time, Han Jia couldn't help but bend down and approached Jin Jingcheng. Looking at Jin Jingcheng who was sleeping within a short distance, she couldn't help but feel a little desire. Although it was so small, it was as small as a flame drawn from a match, it still made her body feel burning.

Han Jiaren secretly blamed herself for what was wrong. Could she really be impatient to be a woman? She is still young, and this kind of thing should be far away!

In fact, although she is still young, it is indeed time to experience that kind of thing. She had been restraining this aspect when she fell in love with Yeon Jung-hoon. Yan Jung-hoon had long been objecting to this, and she could not wait. She had already thought of marrying Yeon Jung-hoon, but at this moment, Kim Jingsung appeared!

Now that idea has reached the point of view. Even if Han Jiaren wants to marry, between Kim Jingsung and Yeon Jung-hoon, she is now more inclined to Kim Jingsung, but Kim Jingsung is one year younger than her, and Kim Jingsung's career and ambitions are destined to not get married at a very young age... Thinking of this, Han Jiaren is a little confused.

After shook his thoughts, Han Jiaren lay on Jin Jingcheng, raised her head and stared at Jin Jingcheng from bottom to top. Suddenly, she found that his lips were very beautiful, and she had recently raised a beard, which made her feel a unique sexual feeling.

A flush quietly climbed onto Han Jiaren's cheeks. Unable to help, Han Jiaren beat her lips over and stuck to Jin Jingcheng's lips. While enjoying the beauty of this touch, she said in her heart: "This is the first kiss between us."

Han Jiaren originally planned to kiss her gently, but after kissing her, she didn't want to separate for a while and stuck for a while.

Suddenly, Jin Jingcheng, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and directly met Han Jiaren's eyes that were as full as water!

"Ah!" Han Jiaren screamed in fear, "Why did you... suddenly wake up?"

Jin Jingcheng didn't say anything, but just looked at her chest. Han Jiaren followed her and realized that she was too "involved" just now, and her body pressed on his chest. She kissed Jin Jingcheng for a while, that was, for a while.

With his chest pressed like this, Jin Jingcheng's breathing naturally became difficult. In addition, his physical sensitivity has been developed due to his long-term martial arts practice. Even if he was drunk tonight, he still woke up from his sleep. It was a blessing that he was drunk. Under normal circumstances, he was suddenly pressed by someone while sleeping, and with his body's automatic reaction ability, he would immediately attack him when he woke up.

Han Jiaren was so embarrassed that she blushed with embarrassment. She hurriedly wanted to get up, but was pulled by Jin Jingcheng's left hand that suddenly stretched out. His right hand pressed down on her head, and the two people's lips were glued together again, and Jin Jingcheng quickly opened his lips, and the light kiss turned into a drunken and hazy kiss... (To be continued.)
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