The two changed the battlefield this time and went to the kitchen.
After the incident, Rong Jinghui took out a pack of cigarettes from the cupboard, turned on the gas stove, and lit a cigarette.
Qiao Sisi watched with interest as he approached the blue flame with the smoke in his mouth.
A strand of his hair hangs quietly in front of the fire, and it seems to be ignited immediately.
"It's strange that you put the cigarette in the kitchen."
she says.
Rong Jinghui glanced at her: "I just had a hunch that I would do it with you, so I put the cigarette here."
"Listening to you, it seems as if you have been looking at me for a long time. Tell me, when did you start to be interested in me?" She held up her hand, but it was not to cover her body.
Qiao Sisi is not as generous as a woman in these places.
She didn't seem to treat her body as a thing at all.
It was these attitudes she showed that Rong Jinghui never thought that he would be her first man.
Qiao Sisi didn't even think about explaining it.
She has always been a freewheeling woman. She didn't spend time with a man before because she didn't meet the right one.
And now I met Rong Jinghui, he kissed her, hugged her, or did something further, she didn't have any thoughts of resistance, and she was more happy to move forward.
He is also unique to her, right?
Qiao Sisi thought so.
Rong Jinghui slowly exhaled a mouthful of white smoke.
He didn't answer Qiao Sisi's words, but said to himself: "My second sister-in-law has cognitive impairment, do you know?"
"Your second sister-in-law, Yan Yun?" Qiao Sisi nodded, "I've heard about it."
"For a while, she regained her cognition, which led to her not knowing my second brother." Rong Jinghui clamped the cigarette in his hand, did not take another puff, just dropped his hands and head down.
"My second brother chased her to the place where she was staying temporarily, and made a kitchen all over the world for her." He whispered, "I followed suit. Everyday I watched them show their affection and eat dog food. I..."
Joss gave him a tentative look: "You...what?"
"I envy them." Rong Jinghui said immediately, "From childhood to childhood, my mother...I mean Hua Qingmei, she always compares me with my brother."
"I reject this kind of comparison, I don't want to compare with my brother, I don't want to compare with anyone..."
"But... the scariest thing in the world is actually habit. When you are used to doing something, you are used to doing a certain exercise, and you are used to thinking about someone..."
"The most terrifying thing is that you reject the things you hate the most and become your habit..."
The iron lock that binds you has become a habit you rely on.
The cigarette was finally about to burn his fingers.
Rong Jinghui put out the cigarette **** on the stove.
"Su Yanyun is not something I can think of," he said lightly, "I thought I would never meet someone who makes me feel."
This is very concise, but it explains everything.
"Did you like Yan Yun before?" Qiao Sisi turned around and hugged him.
Rong Jinghui stared at her for two seconds: "Do you mind?"
"I just want to know one fact." Qiao Sisi raised her chin slightly.
Even if she doesn't care, she has her own pride.
"I haven't compared you." Rong Jinghui lowered his head and licked the tip of her nose.
Qiao Sisi laughed: "It's really impossible to compare."
One is White Moonlight and the other is Red Rose.
Rong Jinghui clasped her waist, and the skin on her body was as fine as cream.
"But three things?"