苏韵：“啊？”                                                                                住他的卧室，睡他的床                                                                                她不自觉的脸颊绯红，像做了什么坏事。                                                                                可是想到他们这才刚在一起，就住到一起，多不合适，她就是再不讲究浪漫什么的，也不能他说什么就是什么吧？                                                                                不是都说，恋爱里，女人不能太随意吗？                                                                                蒋慕承抬起她的下巴：“脸红什么？”                                                                                苏韵轻咳两声，翻个白眼，“谁脸红了呀！”                                                                                蒋慕承把手背贴在她脸颊上：“这么烫。”                                                                                苏韵打掉他的手：“蒋慕承，你怎么这么讨厌！”                                                                                蒋慕承：“整天YY我，我都还没找你算账，你倒好，倒打一耙！”                                                                                苏韵差点跳脚，“我什么时候那个那个你了呀！”                                                                                蒋慕承指指她的心口，“这里。”而后又指指她的头脑：“还有这里。”                                                                                苏韵又羞又恼，恨不得找个地缝钻进去。                                                                                蒋慕承低头，就着她的高度，“苏韵，想要我你就直说，有需要很正常，我肯定会满足你。”                                                                                他承认，他不是个君子，至少面对她的时候，他不再是。