Can You Love Me?

Jian Zechuan seemed to be asleep, breathing steadily, Xin Ai turned his head to look at the white sky outside, looking forward to the dawn, but afraid of it.

Even after resting for a few hours, her body was still too tired to move, but her mind was the exact opposite, extremely clear-headed.

She didn't dare to close her eyes, as soon as she closed them, Zhao Tiande's face appeared in front of her eyes.

Even if he wanted to contact Li Anhe, he didn't dare.

I don't know if he is in the police station now, or if the police will find her.

Maybe at dawn, the police will come to her and take her away.

Since leaving Shunxiang Hotel last night, Xin Ai's mind has been in chaos, but she can still be so calm in front of Jian Zechuan, pretending to be cute and pleasing him, as if nothing happened, even her I thought it was a miracle that I survived.

It was as if there was a little devil living in her heart, supporting her time and time again, overcoming difficulties, and dragging her into a deeper hell time and time again.

Xin Ai bit her lower lip hard, she hated as much as she was afraid.

Zhao Tiande was her last clue, and it was broken now, and he just died in front of her without warning.

Who is the murderer hiding behind? How did he know that Zhao Tiande was going to meet her at the Shunde Hotel, and how did he expect that she would open wine?

Before Zhao Tiande died, he called the police, and he must be someone who is familiar with the situation in the room to be able to control the time so accurately.

Xin Ai couldn't help but suspect Li Anhe again, but thinking about it was wrong, if it was Li Anhe, she would have been arrested by now, wouldn't the other party want to frame her as a murderer?

If the opponent doesn't succeed this time, will there be other actions in the future?

Biting coolness rose from the soles of the feet, and soon spread all over the body. Xin Ai shivered and leaned even tighter into Jian Zechuan's arms.

The only road ahead is broken, next... what to do?

The hand behind the back must be very powerful in Ming Dynasty. Can she fight it?

Xin Ai suddenly thought of something in his mind, and his body froze suddenly, this Mingdu still has human power, can it be greater than Jian Zechuan?

Reminiscing that Jian Zechuan was involved in many clues before, Xin Ai couldn't help thinking of Zhao Tiande's death last night...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, the embrace that felt warm at first became cold in an instant.

Xin Ai's body trembled violently, but her heart became clearer.

Regardless of whether she has anything to do with Jian Zechuan or not, she must make her relationship with him more stable and firm.

It would be best if it had nothing to do with him, as long as she was by his side, as long as she could get his protection, few people would be able to touch her.

In the name of Mrs. Jian's woman, if you dare to touch her, you have to think about Jian Zechuan.

If she has something to do with Jian Zechuan, then...she will be getting closer and closer to the truth.

Realizing this, Xin Ai couldn't sleep even more. The first ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on her face. She stretched out her hand to catch the sunlight, but the light came out from between her fingers.

Xin Ai smiled, what was she thinking, did she think she had a chance to get close to the sun?

Getting up from Jian Zechuan's arms, Xin Ai felt very uncomfortable. Taking a step, it felt like she was on the tip of a knife. In just a few steps, her forehead was already painful and sweating. Xin Ai took a breath, gritted her teeth, and continued walking.

...

At 7 o'clock, the midsummer morning sun filled the room.

Jian Zechuan opened his eyes, and there was no one around him. He reached out and touched the place where Xin Ai lay, and it was already cold.

Being able to get up so early, it seems that last night, it seems that last night was still a light toss.

Jian Zechuan got up unhurriedly, the sun fell on his body, like reflecting on jade, moistening a layer of cool light.

After taking a shower and coming down the stairs, Jian Zechuan could smell the aroma of rice coming from the kitchen as he walked up the stairs.

His footsteps paused, and he was a little surprised. Xin Ai got up so early just to make breakfast?

He suddenly remembered the photos she would send to Jian Si's phone every morning and evening.

For some reason, there was a strange feeling in her heart. Did she know that Jian Si's mobile phone was in his hands?

Xin Ai came out with the porridge. The moment she saw Jian Zechuan, a smile filled her face, "Master, wake up."

"Yes." Jian Zechuan walked down.

Xin Ai put down the porridge and wiped her apron twice, "You...do you want this?"

Jian Zechuan nodded.

Xin Ai walked over with small steps, and grabbed his arm: "How about you leave after breakfast? You can try the millet porridge I made? You don't always eat breakfast in the morning, it hurts your stomach."

"I also steamed small buns and fried omelets. The pickled radish I picked up last week is just right for eating. It's crunchy and goes especially well with porridge."

Jian Zechuan remained silent, expressionless, with cold eyes. The him who woke up in the morning and the fiery and ferocious last night were almost like two different people.

Xin Ai was brave enough to gently drag him towards the dining table: "Just take a bite, taste it, if it doesn't taste good, can you go again?"

Jian Zechuan swept over Xin Ai's hand, her hand was small and fleshy, with a bit of flour on her nails, which had rubbed against her sleeve.

According to his temper, he should push Xin Ai away in disgust at this moment, and then go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes again.

However, he thought so in his heart, but his body didn't do so.

Xin Ai's grip is not tight, as long as Jian Zechuan gently tugs, he can break free.

She walked very slowly, with little strength, so she just pulled Jian Zechuan and moved to the dining table little by little.

"Master, sit down."

But this time Jian Zechuan didn't cooperate, he looked at her indifferently, with such a cold and ascetic look.

Xin Ai filled a bowl of millet porridge and held it in front of him with both hands: "Try it, I boiled it in a casserole pot, after rolling it, I simmered it for a long time, it's delicious."

Jian Zechuan didn't accept her enthusiasm, his eyes glanced at the bowl of millet porridge that was smoking and exuding a faint fragrance, without moving his eyelashes.

Xin Ai bit her lip, it doesn't matter, she has no chance to create opportunities, and it is impossible to create possibilities. She was never afraid of Jian Zechuan's rejection, and stood on the chair with the ninja standing on the table, so that she was taller than Jian Zechuan.

She is really no worse than a female warrior now, she even admires herself.

Xin Ai's porridge is very good, sticky and soft. She added lily to it, and it is fragrant. She took a spoonful of it, blew it gently, and then brought it to his mouth, softly said: "Taste One bite, just one bite, if you don't like it, I'll make it again, okay?"

Xin Ai tried to coax, as if coaxing, a picky eater.

Jian Zechuan felt something in her heart. She looked at herself full of expectation, with a gentle smile on her lips, like a virtuous and gentle little wife.

He actually felt pretty good about her like this.

Maybe it's because the aroma of the porridge in the spoon has been burrowing into his nose, maybe it's because he exhausted too much energy last night, maybe he's really hungry, Jian Zechuan's thin lips parted slightly.

Xin Ai was overjoyed, hurriedly approached, and fed the porridge in the spoon.

"Third Master, is it hot or not? Is it delicious? Is it okay?"