Gong Shentuo was helpless by her crying. Most men like him are at a loss when it comes to women's tears, especially when it's the woman they love, and they don't know what to do.

Xia Jin's tears kept falling, and he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he tried. Gong Shentuo sighed, picked her up by the waist, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Gong Shentuo sighed lowly, then hugged her into his arms and kissed her hair, "Jin'er, Jing'er."

When she wants to cry, it's like her mood suddenly collapsed, so he can't say stop crying. Only after she finishes crying will she feel a little happier.

So, he could only call her name over and over again like a whisper.

Her face was lying on his chest, as if she had never been so vulnerable. He didn't know what was wrong with her, and in fact, she didn't know what was wrong with herself.

Gong Shentuo opened the quilt and put her in. Xia Jin muttered, "Don't you know you need to change clothes when you sleep?"

She said it was so thick, how could I sleep well?

Xia Jin got up again, walked to the cabinet, opened the door, and took out her nightgown. The heating was on in the room, so she didn't need to wear too thick clothes.

When Gong Shentuo saw that she was about to change clothes, he spontaneously stood up and walked outside.

Xia Jin stopped him, "Gong Shentuo, is it true that your wounds won't hurt?"

This man is really an iron man. He was injured so badly, but he could still hug her and prepare dinner. Even if you are an iron man, you would not take yourself so seriously. She felt it was a headache.

Gong Shentuo didn't look back, "It's okay, the minor injury is not a problem."

A small injury doesn't matter, she hurts for him.

She was powerless, "Come here."

He was very obedient and walked up to her.

Xia Jin hugged her clothes and jumped out of bed, "Before I come back, take off your outer clothes and get into bed obediently. Otherwise, just go out."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom and walked into the bathroom to change clothes.

Although the house was very tight and she could just leave the bedroom door, there was a man here after all, so she went to the bathroom anyway.

When she slowly and methodically changed her clothes and came out, Mr. Gong had indeed listened to her words and lay down in bed.

But he still frowned, "Jin'er..."

"I understand." It's just that her health is not good and she can't sleep in the living room. In fact, she is afraid of the cold anyway, so it doesn't matter where she sleeps. She doesn't know what he insists on.

Xia Jin closed the door of the living room, returned to the bedroom calmly, then closed the door, lifted a corner of the quilt and climbed in.

At the end, she didn't forget to look at him seriously and said, "You don't mind if I sleep with you?"

Anyway, she remembered that they slept together during the time when she lost her memory. They were very pure and pure. Who made her feel soft? He was hurt, and he didn't allow her to sleep on the sofa, so she could only compromise and let everyone sleep on the bed.

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The color in Gong Shen's eyes was very deep, like adding ink on top of ink.

Xia Jin was very magnanimous and at ease. She closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

Unexpectedly, just five minutes after she closed her eyes, he came over and pulled her into his arms.

Xia Jin didn't move, she just stared at the man in the dark with wide eyes. She was so kind, if he took the opportunity to molest her, wouldn't that be too kind?

However, he just held her in his arms and made no next move. He said in a low voice, "Jin'er, I know you are afraid of the cold. How about I hold you?"

She thought to herself, has he been on the gentle line lately?

Xia Jin was about to speak, but unexpectedly Gong Shentuo just lowered his head, and then - her lips accidentally brushed his chin.

She clearly felt that his body stiffened.

Xia Jin said as if nothing had happened, "Okay, you can hug me."

He held her, and it was indeed very warm. They had shared the same bed countless times, and there was no point in being pretentious anymore.

It's so relaxing, so warm, Xia Jin thought, just because it was so relaxing, she should find a man as soon as possible. Well, then her life would be complete.

Xia Jin could actually fall asleep quickly because she hadn't had anyone warm her bed for a long time. However, there was no way she could do it. Her senses were already sharp and the man next to her was not asleep at all. She could tell by his breathing.

When she moved her body a little, she could feel how stiff his body was.

Xia Jin sighed, stretched out her hand and poked his chest, "If you can't sleep, can you let me go to the living room?"

For a long time, so long that Xia Jin almost thought he couldn't speak, his suppressed and hoarse voice slowly came out, "It doesn't matter."

Xia Jin was angry, "It doesn't matter anything I ask you. What do you have to do to make it matter?"

Gong Shentuo was silent for a while, "Go to sleep, I won't disturb you again."

Xia Jin suddenly couldn't figure out why she wanted to leave him here?

She bit her lip, suddenly raised her head and kissed his lips. Although in the darkness, she had long been unable to see things clearly in the dark like before, she still kissed the right place with incomparable precision.

Gong Shentuo was stunned for a moment, then turned over and covered her body. His breathing became heavier instantly. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her back harder, as if he had lost control.

She really didn't know how he could act like nothing was wrong when he was so seriously injured.

"Miya... Fukata." She didn't intend to play with him seriously. She couldn't be such a beast when she was injured. "That's enough."

She didn't dare to struggle too hard because she was afraid of touching his wounds. Although he didn't take it seriously, she couldn't ignore her injuries.

"I'm sorry." A low, annoyed voice sounded in her ears, which seemed particularly ambiguous in this night.

Xia Jin sighed helplessly. She said she had no feelings for him, but she still couldn't let go of the past. She said she hated him, but she couldn't hate him anymore.

"I'm sorry," he didn't get off her body, but still held her in this posture and whispered over and over again, "I'm sorry, Jiner, I'm sorry."

She knew that when he said he was sorry, it was not because he kissed her, but because he was sorry for everything in the past.

The place where she thought she would never feel anything again started to feel a little painful. She let him hold her, and she even had the urge to hug him back.

"I don't blame you anymore," her voice was almost gentle. She was always cunning and charming, but rarely associated with gentleness. Such a voice was almost comforting him, "Boss, please let yourself go. I really can't."

Hate you."

"You don't hate me," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "So you don't love me either, right?"

It was obvious that she didn't love him, but he couldn't help but ask.
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