Just as if he heard a funny word, he glanced at Han Yun on the hospital bed.

The movement was very casual.

"Rou Rou, I have always been kind to women, and you know that you have slapped me twice, but I didn't fight back." Rong Jincheng's voice was pressed very low, and a warm breath wrapped around her ear, "But this does not mean that I have always been patient, do you understand?"

"Why... you have so many women, why do you care about me?"

"Because you feel comfortable sleeping, are you satisfied with this answer? Or, I'm not tired of it yet, you can use the answer you like."

"I understand." Han Yurou lowered her long eyelashes, and her eyes were filled with indescribable indifference and no traces were found.

"I like smart women." Rong Jincheng stroked her chin and put his other hand around her waist. "Rou Rou, there will be a racing competition tomorrow, go with me."

After saying that, Rong Jincheng did not make things difficult for her anymore. He let go of his hand and raised a curve of his lips.

He strode out of the ward without lingering.

Han Yurou held the wall and her legs trembled.

The eyes are tired and tired, and the heart and mouth are as if they are no longer conscious, numb and pale.

It took a long time before she slowly lowered her hand and picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table again.

The blade is shaky.

She never admits that she is a cowardly girl. When she was in school, she kept working hard to be motivated and strived for the first place. When she was studying abroad, she was also proactive in getting scholarships.

I have always worked very hard, never cowardly or retreated.

This time, she hesitated.

No one has ever forced her like Rong Jincheng, almost forcing her to a dead end.

But he still looked like he was smiling and couldn't find any fault.

She looked down at the fruit knife in her hand, held the handle, and picked up the unsliced ​​apples on the side.

The apple peel fell layer by layer.

There was no gloss in her eyes, and her indifferent gaze fell on the white blade.

Several times, because she was absent-minded, she almost cut her finger.

My heart seemed to sink and fell to the bottom of the sea without any ripples.

...

Saturday, arrived as promised.

Jinyuan.

Early in the morning, Rong Jincheng had already finished wearing it. He was wearing a sportswear and was full of energy.

Han Yurou was getting up from the bed, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, combed her hair.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, and there was not much luster in her eyes.

Rong Jincheng tossed her for another night last night. He looked full of energy, but she couldn't lift her energy at all.

"You forgot to wear a condom last night," she said lightly, expressionless.

Rong Jincheng paused while holding the lighter's hand and chuckled: "You remember clearly. Once I forgot, I was so happy."

"When I pass by the pharmacy later, I will go buy a bottle of medicine."

"Soft, it's not good to take medicine, it hurts the body." Rong Jincheng leaned against the wall, his legs slightly overlapped, his posture was elegant, but his face was incomprehensible.

"If you know that taking medicine is not good, you won't forget to take measures."

“There are always times when there are mistakes.”

"Did you and your other female companions make mistakes? If so, then congratulations. I'm afraid a group of children will surround you in a few years and call you 'Dad'." Han Yurou is not polite.

Rong Jincheng chuckled and said, "This won't be the case. You are different from them. Otherwise, Rourou, you can give me a baby."

With a "bang", the bottle of skin care products in Han Yurou's hand fell to the ground.

Broken.
Chapter completed!