chapter 39

He hasn't called her sister for a long time. Ever since the two established their relationship, he has always liked to call her Chengcheng, as if this could make up for the age and experience gap between them.

But she knew that he actually liked to call her sister, and there was a faint bond and attachment in it, which was purer and stronger than the simple love between men and women.

His bangs hung in front of his eyes, half covering his eyes.

These eyes are really beautiful. When they are opened, they are slightly curved, sparkling and pure.

When it is closed, there is a sexy and graceful arc from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye. The arc is covered with long and thick eyelashes. A slight movement can make people's heart tremble.

She gently pressed her palm against his cheek, which was also cold, but her palm was soft and warm, trying to keep him as warm as possible.

"What's wrong? What more?" She leaned against the wall and let him press against her.

She couldn't stand him looking at him with such a nostalgic and dependent look. She could refuse before because the relationship was different. She didn't want to admit it and resisted herself from indulging in it.

But now, it doesn't matter, if she wants to indulge, she can indulge.

He didn't say anything, and pressed his lips to hers again, gently licking her lips, like a puppy, seeming to taste the taste. His actions were a bit cute, and there was a sticky color and aura.

When the young man's soft tongue penetrated her mouth, she took the initiative to meet him and entangled with him. She gently stroked the prickly hair on the back of his head, took the initiative to enter his mouth, and let him swallow her whole.

The kiss gradually heated up, but her waist felt cold.

She came back early and had already washed and changed into her home clothes. Since she was going to rest, she only wore a white cotton T-shirt and loose low-waisted pajamas.

His fingertips were so unbridled that she took a breath. Before, they were only separated by clothes, but she didn't expect him to suddenly come in like this.

Just two layers of fabric are missing, but the change feels so big.

His breathing suddenly became disrupted. Because his T-shirt was loose and he got caught in the rain, he didn't notice it at all when he held her in his arms.

The beautifully wrapped gift finally appeared, and he couldn't restrain himself, so he explored more and more until she held him down through the fabric.

Jiang Weicheng freed her lips from his mouth, and when she spoke, her voice was trembling: "Go, run some hot water first, you will get sick if you do this."

He looked at her, his cold and beautiful eyes a little serious: "Can I stay here today?"

Jiang Weicheng:......

When you ask a question seriously, could you please release your fingers first? If you use such force, there will probably be red marks on them.

"Let go first." She blushed.

"No." He loosened and tightened harshly. Looking at her slightly trembling lips and heavy breathing, he felt that he was about to die.

"I'm going to be angry." She deliberately kept a straight face, but her red cheeks and misty eyes were unconvincing.

"What is this?" As if he didn't understand at all, he stretched out an index finger and asked her with his fingertip.

Jiang Weicheng's legs went weak, and a thin and soft voice escaped from her throat that even she had never heard before. If his other hand hadn't been around her waist, she would have really fallen to the ground.

"Sister." He bit her earlobe and asked in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, what is this?"

"Huo Xichen——" She tried to cool down her voice, "Stop making trouble, I'm really angry..."

But he still refused to let her go. He looked down at her with a serious expression on his face: "Sister, do you like me? You seem to have never told me that you like me."

She was really speechless when she was asked such a question under such circumstances and deliberately put on such an innocent expression.

"I like it." She finally answered him, "Hurry up and let go."

Is it really a toy? Endless.

But he was not satisfied and still asked: "How much do you like it?"

She pressed against his shoulder and looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

His eyes were focused and deep: "I want you, I want to make you mine."

Such straightforward words left her speechless: "...You are still too young." He was still more than a month away from turning nineteen. If she was anxious to get together now, she would feel a little guilty.

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Just one thing, after all, a simple friendly hug is different from such a deep and soul-deep being together.

Sharing each other's deepest secrets not only delivers trust, but also creates greater intimacy.

Her words seemed to make him a little unhappy. He pursed his lower lip slightly, looking a little aggrieved: "I'm really not young anymore."

He said, letting go of his hand around her waist, taking her hand and holding it.

Then it moved.

His breathing was instantly chaotic. Although he took the initiative, the feeling her slender fingertips brought to him was still beyond imagination. He felt that just like this, he could...

"Huo Xichen!" She finally burst out, "Hurry up and get hot water for me!"

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He washed for a long time, and she looked at the closed door, a little suspicious that he was "doing bad things" inside.

But she also knows that these are normal for boys under the age of twenty.

It's just that the two of them have just been together for a short time. She used to see him pestering her like a child, but she didn't take half of it seriously.

Now she suddenly discovered that in addition to making her feel soft and caressed and want to take care of him, he was also a man who could bring her different sensory experiences.

Jiang Weicheng suppressed the irritation on his cheeks with the back of his hand and continued to draw his attention back to an activity on the computer.

Around mid-September, a world-class designer exchange meeting will be held in Milan, Italy. Many designers are invited to attend, and Italian brand designers will also be present. Everyone will share personal design cases at this exchange meeting, and also

Several shows and receptions were arranged.

She also received an invitation letter, but the exchange meeting would coincide with Huo Xichen's nineteenth birthday.

She doesn't know how many days the entire event will last. Sometimes she may meet new people, appreciate each other's design concepts, and extend the invitation.

But this was in September, there was still more than a month left, and she didn't know yet whether she would be free to go there by then. She planned to tell him after she decided.

After closing the exchange meeting web page, she thought for a while and opened the Weibo web page.

The Internet turmoil of the past few days has passed. There are new things happening in this world every day. The hot searches for Mu and Yu Miao have long since been removed, but there are still netizens who are enjoying it and are running under the two people's meager posts.

scold.

There are also many public accounts that release some status information from time to time under various gossip names.

Cong Mu concealed his marriage history when he debuted, and later coaxed his first wife into divorce, and kept him as an assistant... All these behaviors were dug out one by one, and everyone pushed him down.

His endorsement contracts have plummeted, and it is said that he is facing high liquidated damages, and the drama he just filmed has been postponed indefinitely. The company has also suspended all his announcements, which is similar to refrigeration.

His company acted very quickly and issued a public apology letter as early as the day of the incident. However, the public was furious and everyone shouted for Cong Mu to get out of the entertainment industry.

But Jiang Weicheng knew that these were only temporary.

Cong Mu's various behaviors are scum, but he has not cheated, nor has he committed such serious crimes as drug abuse. The public is always very tolerant of male artists. When time passes and the public forgets about this incident, he will still come out.

It's just that at that time, both popularity and fame will be greatly reduced. In the future, the entertainment industry will not be so easy. You can only stay outside the third or fourth tier. It is even more difficult to return to the second tier, or even to the first tier.

Disaster.

As for Yu Miao, she was in a bit of trouble because her behavior had violated the law, so Jiang Weicheng reported it to the police the day after the news broke online.

Although she is currently contacting the marketing account and the real-name person who spreads the rumor is her assistant, she believes it is only a matter of time before the assistant speaks out.

After all, if this type of crime involves the personal safety of the person being spread rumors, he will be severely sentenced and will be imprisoned.

No matter what, the assistant is working for money, how could he go to jail instead of him?

Compared to Cong Mu, Yu Miao was completely defeated.

She sighed, closed the computer, and was about to pour water when she heard footsteps behind her. Huo Xichen finally came out, wiping his hair with a towel and coming towards her. He had never lived in her apartment before.

So there were no clothes of his here, and of course he was only wrapped in a bath towel.

This scene seemed familiar. A year ago, in her old house in City H, the young man who had just become her assistant walked out like this.

Of course, there are still differences. His figure is a little stronger. Although he is still slender, his muscles and contours are becoming more slender, his abdominal muscles are more obvious, and the lines on his shoulders and neck are more obvious.

Graceful and powerful, just standing there, a complete visual shock.

Jiang Weicheng suddenly felt blessed. She asked, "Did you break the showerhead in the old house last year on purpose?"

His action of wiping his hair froze for a moment, and then he looked at her blankly, telling her with innocent eyes that he didn't understand what she was asking at all.

She didn't want to expose him, and pointed to the room farthest from the master bedroom: "It's raining too much today, so you can stay here. The sheets and other items have been laid out. You can get the toothbrushes and other things by yourself in the bathroom cabinet. There are new ones."

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She said, walked up and took the towel from his hand: "If I didn't prepare a new towel for you, why would you use me?"

"I like to use yours." He felt happy knowing that he could live in it. The things that had made him sad for several days before he couldn't digest it didn't seem so uncomfortable anymore. "It smells like you."

She was about to speak when the doorbell rang. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. He frowned and opened the door: "Who is it so late?"

Outside the peephole was a strange man. He opened the door suspiciously. The other person handed him two neatly packed bags and asked if it was Miss Jiang's home. They arrived late at night.

"What did you buy?" He closed the door and opened his pocket. Inside were several brand-new T-shirts and pants and underwear.

Huo Xichen, who originally thought he could hang out in a bath towel all night:...

Jiang Weicheng passed by him with a cup in hand, raised his head on tiptoes and rubbed his hair that was not yet dry: "Okay, stop thinking about it, I'm really just letting you stay. I'm going to bed first, good night."
To be continued...