After a while, Lian Zhen adjusted his mood, ignored the figure of Ning Ya sitting on the opposite sofa, and again put his energy into the tedious research paper.

Every night, he is always used to be alone with loneliness.

But since Daniya appeared, some things seem to have changed a lot.

As the night outside the window is getting dark, Lian Zhen combs through a paper. As he looks up, he sees that Ning Ya has fallen asleep on the armrest of the sofa.

Soft light dense around the dark, but also the outline of her cheek shine more three-dimensional clear.

Lian Zhen rubbed his shoulder and looked at Ning Ya from a short distance.

Her skin was not as white as xiaoshiqi, but a healthy wheat color.

The thick eyelashes were long and curly, casting a fan-shaped shadow on her eyes.

Ning Ya is not the most beautiful woman, but her exotic appearance and beautiful Danfeng eyes add a lot of amorous feelings and charm to her.

Even Zhen was so absorbed in the sight that his thoughts were so erratic that he ignored the smile on Ning Ya's lips.

A few seconds later, a dream came out of Ning Ya's mouth, "cold..."

Lian Zhen looked back in a trance, looked around, and then got up and went into the bedroom next door.

The apartment here has one room and one living room. Because of the etiquette, he didn't let ningya go to the bedroom to have a rest.

After all, late at night in a foreign country, a single man and a few women live in the same room, which is not good for her reputation.

Lian Zhen takes out a thin blanket from the bedroom cabinet, folds it back to the sofa in the living room, unfolds it gently and covers Ning ya.

However, the moment she took back her hand, Ning Ya grabbed his wrist and murmured: "it's so cold..."

Lian Zhen's reaction was not so good. She pinched the palm of her hand directly, and then she pulled her pillow under her neck.

Lian Zhen

Ning Ya seems to be sleeping very well. When Lian Zhen wants to pull back her hand, she grunts twice, her face rubs and sticks it directly in his palm.

The jade like skin of the tentacles made Lian Zhen's brain blank for a moment.

In all his life, he had never been so close to any other woman except little seventeen.

At this time, Lian Zhen's action is a little stiff and funny.

Because he was suddenly hugged by Ning ya, he could only stand on the sofa and get out of the dilemma.

Even Zhen tried several times, but he couldn't get rid of Ning ya.

He sighed and looked at her sleeping face. After all, he couldn't bear to wake her up. He just crouched beside the sofa and looked at Ning Ya closely.

It is said that she is 31 years old. The taste of a mature woman and the intelligence of a young girl are always cleverly integrated in her.

It's a pity that he didn't care about Fengyue, and was doomed not to give ningya the response she wanted.

After a few minutes, Lian Zhen took his eyes away from Ning Ya's face.

His eyes, which were dyed with light, gradually became clear and bright.

Lian Zhen is a very rational man. In his whole life, he gave all his love to Xiao Shiqi. I'm afraid he can't spare any energy to deal with other women.

He didn't hate nya, but that's all.

At least for the moment, he has no impulse to go to a love appointment.

Lian Zhen's eyes looked at Ning Ya deeply, and then he pulled his hand away from her face.

Ning Ya mumbled, pretending to open her eyes in a daze, but a trace of injury passed by her eyes.

She looked at Lian Zhen eagerly, curled up her fingers under the thin quilt, and asked softly, "Lian Zhen, are you finished?"