The president is committing suicide

She knew that what Xiao Mimi said was actually right. Given her current physical condition, she might not be able to think about having a baby right away.

Last night's exercise made Ding Jiaying's scalp numb and her hands and feet weak.

Ding Jiaying understood that she was not only attracted to his face, but also his body.

She allowed him to drag her into the vortex of destroying her sanity over and over again because she wanted the same thing.

I didn't have the energy to count how many times I reached the top, but during that long period of time I didn't allow anything else to enter my mind.

But Ding Jiaying was very clear about the first thing she would do when she woke up, even though she couldn't even control the limpness of her own fingers.

Her body seemed to be stuck in the mud, and she could only let him hold her in his arms.

"Would you like some water?" Shen Cong's voice was not as clear as yesterday. The slightly hoarse voice seemed even sexier.

Help. Ding Jiaying's body seemed to tremble slightly as a conditioned reflex when she heard his voice.

"Drink water." She answered and added two more words: take medicine.

"What?" Shen Cong was stunned and looked at the person in his arms suspiciously.

Ding Jiaying felt that this was her only rationality, and she looked at the problems between her and him objectively.

Not willful or pretentious, the decision is made after careful consideration.

She said that she thought carefully about her body and felt that she had taken too many medicines recently. She might not be in the best condition for a while, so she should not get pregnant at this time.

"You don't have to be like this." Shen Cong suddenly hugged him tightly, looking at her with anger, "Is it because of me?"

"Promising." Ding Jiaying kissed his lips. "It's not because of you, but because of me. If I want to have a baby, I have to have a healthy baby. The time is not right yet, so I'll just have to wait."

"Really? I didn't do this just to cooperate, but because I wanted to..." Shen Cong was afraid that she would suddenly withdraw her request to him. He hoped that she would ask for something from him. Asking for something meant that she cared about him, and only if she didn't care would she withdraw her request.

Ding Jiaying noticed his lack of confidence in this matter. Although she didn't understand the reason, she patiently covered his mouth and explained it in detail.

"So, you care more about what Xiao Ruyi says?" Shen Cong took her hand away after hearing what she said.

What Shen Cong cared about made Ding Jiaying burst out laughing. What kind of new type of jealousy is this?

Ding Jiaying hugged his waist with both hands and rolled into his arms, sticking closer to him: "I care more about you."

Shen Cong tensed up and licked his lips: "Aren't you tired yet?"

He couldn't stand the teasing, but Ding Jiaying was fearless and said with innocent eyes: "I'm tired."

"You just take advantage of the fact that I love you so much that you play with fire like this."

"Ah."

Her little bit of arrogance did not stop the fire.

That's all you can say about pampering me.

Unfortunately, Ding Jiaying never had the chance to tell him this.

Even if she cried and begged for mercy, it would not work.

The first aid measures for the next day were obtained by Shen Cong after he shamelessly asked the doctor.

It’s a pity that Shen Cong couldn’t take Ding Jiaying’s place in this matter.

"The doctor said there might be some side effects, such as nausea and retching. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."

There was genuine worry in his eyes.

"Do you regret working so hard yesterday?" Ding Jiaying was still in the mood to tease him.

Shen Cong touched her face: "How is it possible?"

I just feel a little reluctant to see her suffer like this.

What major side effects could a drug that has gone through so many clinical tests have? And the probability of occurrence is so small, how could it happen to me?

Based on these objective facts, Ding Jiaying is not worried at all.

She even felt that Shen Cong's expression was a bit exaggerated. The torture he brought to her last night should be greater than this reaction.

"Stop looking." For some reason, they felt ready to kiss again whenever they looked at each other for a moment.

Ding Jiaying felt like she was about to become a pervert.

Shen Cong watched her take the medicine, put the cup aside and covered her with a blanket.

He threw back the quilt and went back to sleep.

"Ok?"

"Aren't you going to work?"

Shen Cong stretched out his long arms and pulled the person over: "No hurry, I'll sleep with you for a while."

A pair of gentle hands climbed up my waist.

"Don't you have a sore waist? Let me rub it for you."

Ding Jiaying did not refuse, and dazedly enjoyed the warmth brought by the rub on her waist.

She wanted to sleep very much. Her body told her that she was indeed very tired, but her mind was becoming more and more clear.

I can't see the outside world through my eyelids, I can only see a dim light.

The person next to me didn't use his hands as recklessly as he did last night. He massaged seriously for a while and then stopped moving.

Is he asleep too? His breathing beside my ear is so steady and reassuring.

Ding Jiaying opened her eyes silently and unexpectedly met a pair of deep eyes.

"Why can't you sleep well?"

He moved closer: "Why don't you just sleep with your head on my arm."

Ding Jiaying's throat was a little dry: "No, didn't you say you were going to sleep? Why are you looking at me if you're not going to sleep?"

He seemed to be thinking of something happy, and whispered in her ear: "I can't sleep because I think of something."

"What?" Ding Jiaying's curiosity was successfully aroused.

The fish is hooked.

Shen Cong's warm breath brought a low voice: "Yesterday someone said that my brother is the best. I wondered if they were praising me or someone else."

Shameless!

Ding Jiaying's face turned red. She rolled up in the quilt and turned away, not wanting to look at him.

It turned out that I shouldn't use normal human thinking to speculate about a madman who turns into a beast in bed and forces people to talk nonsense.

The scene last night was really a bit restricted, and after he did that, the details were still vivid in my mind.

She buried her head in the quilt.

Shen Cong was not willing to give in. He rushed over and hugged her with the quilt in his arms: "So I want to tell you that our sister is the best. She has a great voice, great expressions, and a great waist..."

"Stop talking!"

"The way you can't bear to beg for mercy from me is the best!"

Ding Jiaying threw back the quilt: "Shen Cong, I'm going to fight you!"

Shen Cong waited under the quilt for the moment she showed her head, and immediately kissed her with his hot lips, relentlessly conquering her.

Ding Jiaying lay on the pillow, panting and exhausted, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, and he took her into a sweet whirlpool.

She felt dizzy and deprived of oxygen from the kiss, and could only cling to Shen Cong, involuntarily responding to his guidance and exploration between her lips and teeth.

"I also like it if you fight me." Shen Cong reluctantly stepped away and pecked her mouth a few more times, "Wait until you have recovered and caught your breath, and then we will fight for a hundred rounds."

Ding Jiaying didn't have the energy to think or to hit him. She blushed and scolded him, "Shame on you. You've read so much that you've lost everything."

In Shen Cong's eyes, she looked shy and angry, which made her particularly lovable.

"I won't allow you to scold yourself."