The moonlight was bright outside the window, and under the dim light in the room, the two of them were speechless, and the room was quiet.
Jiang Yimian pursed her lips, closed her eyes slightly, and her long and curled eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyes, making her look very calm.
It wasn't until the phone screen automatically locked that Zhao Jingyan's tense expression finally relaxed and he handed the phone back to her.
Jiang Yimian's hand hanging by his side curled up slightly, then reached out to take the phone.
Looking at her indifferent expression, Zhao Jingyan's eyes dimmed. When she turned around, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender arm and pulled her firmly into his arms.
Jiang Yimian was caught off guard, her body became unstable and she fell into his broad and solid chest.
Zhao Jingyan wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in her fair neck, smelled her unique fragrance, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mianmian, are you hiding something from me?"
Perhaps the feeling of loneliness in my heart became more and more obvious.
He calmed down and then continued: "If so, tell me everything... okay?"
The hot breath sprayed on her neck, making her want to escape even more.
She struggled subconsciously, but Zhao Jingyan restrained her even tighter.
"What do you want to hear?" Jiang Yimian struggled a few times, but in vain.
He simply stopped making any moves, his eyes moved, and he asked in a calm voice.
After a long time, Zhao Jingyan slowly raised his head, looked at her with complicated eyes, and pulled out a forced smile: "Is that kid just now..."
"Zhao Jingyan, do you think I will give birth to your child?" Jiang Yimian interrupted him and asked calmly.
Her words were calm and rational, without any ups and downs, but they made Zhao Jingyan freeze up.
"Do you have anything else to ask?" Jiang Yimian's eyes flashed slightly and his voice was very soft.
The bedroom was extremely silent for a while.
After a long while, Zhao Jingyan spoke again: "Mianmian, can we start over?"
He was so relaxed and so sincere.
Jiang Yimian felt a soreness in her nose, and tears almost burst out of her eyes, but she suppressed them with force.
"Start over?" She snorted lightly, tears blurring her vision unconsciously, and she continued to swallow: "Then can you give my father back to me? Can you give me back my original happy life?
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Jiang Yimian stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, and continued softly: "Back then, if you were willing to treat me with your heart and you were willing to love me with your heart, everything would be different now. But in real life, there will never be a situation like this.
The possibilities of words!”
Every word she said was like a knife cutting into his heart.
Zhao Jingyan's heart suddenly hurt and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just fell silent.
Jiang Yimian closed her eyes, feeling his warm embrace, trying hard to restrain the tear ducts that were about to burst, and said with difficulty: "Do you have anything else to say? If not, then I want to rest."
"Mianmian..."
Her tone was too calm and distant, as if she was looking at a stranger.
Zhao Jingyan's eyes were full of emotions, but in the end they just turned into a sigh: "Okay, go to sleep."
The moment he lay on the bed, he felt his breath in his ears, and Jiang Yimian's whole body felt tense.
The bedroom was dark at the moment.
Zhao Jingyan hugged her, his fingertips trembled slightly, but he didn't make any move yet.
Jiang Yimian shivered in fright and quickly moved forward.
"Mianmian..." Zhao Jingyan's voice was a little hoarse.
"Don't..." She refused subconsciously, her voice trembling a little. This chapter has been completed!