The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

The dinner was prepared by the aunt according to the tastes of the two of them. To be honest, it was prepared by Ge Zijie alone, because An Jing had no special hobbies or taboos.

An Jing looked at the fish on the table, Ge Zijie deftly moved the fish with a spoon and chopsticks, and then put the bowl with the remaining fish beside her.

When An Jing was young, she could eat a whole bowl of rice with just a bowl of fish, and it is the same now.

"Actually, when I was young, my mother often did what you did." An Jing stuffed a bite into her mouth, and the soft fish made her taste some sweetness.

"In the future, when you want to eat, tell your aunt, and I will help you pick the thorns."

An Jing saw that Ge Zijie was saying such warm words, but insisted on maintaining a cold look, she wanted to laugh and was moved, "Then can I call your mother?"

"try it yourself?"

"..." Why does this person answer all kinds of jokes?

I thought the rain would get smaller in the middle of the night, but when An Jing got out of the shower, it didn't tend to get smaller at all. Instead, even the thunder became louder and louder.

An Jing drew the curtains to block out the ferocious lightning.

Feeling inexplicably restless, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned several times without falling asleep. In the darkness, she seemed to be able to see the flames burning brightly, and people's screams of terror could be heard in her ears.

The fragments of the disaster movies I have seen are generally played back in front of my eyes, and the breath in my chest is getting tighter and tighter, turning into a big stone to press down on my heart.

"Huh..." An Jing lifted the quilt and sat up, she glanced in the direction of the door.

Ge Zijie should have fallen asleep.

As early as half an hour ago, An Jing had heard her return to her room.

The door was slightly cold in her hand, An Jing hugged the pillow, it was clearly her own door, but she held her breath, and only dared to turn a little and opened the door with extremely cautious movements.

"Ah—" An Jing's eyes widened, startled, "Why are you here?"

Ge Zijie, who had just raised his hand in mid-air as if to knock on the door, paused, then put his hand down.

"Want to come to my room to sleep?" Ge Zijie looked at her with tender eyes.

An Jing thought that her thoughts had been seen through, so she froze in place a little embarrassed, but after a while Ge Zijie added another sentence.

"I'm afraid of thunder."

"..."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Jing Jing suddenly responded.

"Pfft——" An Jing covered her face with the pillow, her face flushed red with a sullen smile.

God knows how funny it was when Ge Zijie uttered these words with his paralyzed face.

If other people see this, they will probably laugh and lie down.

"Don't laugh." Ge Zijie reached out for the pillow that covered An Jing's face, and added again: "What I said is true."

How could An Jing believe it, but today, she didn't intend to expose Ge Zijie's white lie, she quickly put away her smile, and said in a prudish tone, "Well, I see."

Outside, a bright thunder came to mind, and the two looked at each other with no change in expression.

An Jing didn't know why she suddenly wanted to tease Ge Zijie

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ge Zijie lowered his head and pecked lightly on her lips, "Yes, so I need your 'comfort'."

Ge Zijie's room is just like her office. It is cold and windy to the extreme, and there are very few decorative props, so An Jing immediately noticed her cloth rabbit on the bed, which is obviously very different from the style of the room.

This rabbit looks like it has been used for many years, the color is a little faded, and there are threads of different colors in several places. The two eyes of the rabbit are different buttons, which looks a little funny.

"This..." An Jing pointed at the rabbit sitting upright, "Anyang gave it to you."

"Toot?" Ge Zijie walked over and picked up the rabbit's ears.

Hearing these two words from Ge Zijie's mouth gave Anjing the same surprise as Song Fan's successful weight loss to ninety catties, "Anyang gave it to you."

An Jing definitely knows how important this rabbit is to Anyang, otherwise she would not want to buy a better doll for Anyang later, but she only wanted this one.

Said it was because she made it with her own hands.

"Well, she asked me to take good care of it." Ge Zijie put the rabbit back.

An Jing felt ashamed when she saw this "poor work" of her youth on Ge Zijie's bed, she took a step forward, "Why don't you return it to me, and I'll make a better one." for you."

"No." Ge Zijie looked at her with stars shining in his eyes, "This is a gift from Anyang, so it is already mine."

Ge Zijie's eyes were full of ambiguous heat, and An Jing's ears began to feel hot.

"Reciprocity." Ge Zijie lit a bottle of incense next to the rabbit, took out a box from the side drawer, "Open it and have a look."

A gift of incense...

An Jing seldom received gifts from others since she was a child. When her parents were alive, she could still get some doll books sent from abroad on her birthday. She no longer had extravagant hopes.

She almost forgot the joyful feeling of receiving a gift, and at this moment, her faint anticipation surged secretly in her chest.

The box felt like velvet, and it was padded with a white cushion inside. Inside the palm-sized box, lay two silver bracelets, and the metal texture shone under the lamp.