Group pet daughter: The rough man tricked me into giving birth again

Chapter 107 Miss me?
Zi Yan went back to her room after she was busy and didn't see Ma Lan, so she knew she was still waiting and hurried out to look for her.

Walking all the way, I also feel strange that so many people from the Nanqu troupe have returned, why is there no Lord Hou.

"I'll ask Qin Da and Qin Er."

Ziyan put the newly brought dry cloak on Ma Lan, turned around and went back.

The surroundings were completely empty again, and nothing could be seen clearly in the pitch-black night.

Ma Lan was standing at the intersection holding an oil-paper umbrella, and she was alone again.

Bits of rainwater hit the oil-paper umbrella and fell to the ground with a patter.

The newly changed cloak was beaded and damp.

Ma Lan shivered from the cold, clutching the umbrella in her hand and preparing to go back.

Just turned around and felt something was wrong, and immediately came back.

I've been waiting for so long, so why care about this moment.

The smooth return of Qin Da and Qin Er proves that Qin Zhi is still safe and sound.

He hasn't come back yet, maybe he was caught up in other things.

Reason told her that Qin Zhi was safe and well, she could go back to rest, take a comfortable hot bath and wait for Qin Zhi to return.

Looking at the dark intersection, Ma Lan couldn't take a step.

What if she came back right after leaving Qin Zhihuan.

All the clothes are soaked, isn't it just a waste of time to go back now?

With such a big fire down the mountain, Qin Zhihan was injured again, so he definitely wanted to see her immediately.

Thinking of this, Malan turned around and looked at the dark intersection again.

The rain gradually stopped, but the wind was still cold and people shivered.

Ma Lan was shivering from the cold, and his upper and lower jaws kept making noises.

The water drops from the umbrella fell on her forehead from top to bottom, making her shiver with cold.

"Bastard, love can't come back."

Malan suddenly became angry, squeezed the umbrella in his hand and planned to go back.

It's colder here than down here.

She's crazy to keep the heater on so she doesn't come here to catch the cold.

He had just taken a step forward when the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

Before she could react, a person squeezed in under the umbrella.

The familiar scent of agarwood, mixed with a burst of warmth, is like the wall that night, making people unable to resist approaching.

Malan raised his head and bumped into a pair of dark eyes, holding Malan's oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"Waiting for me?"

He is a born god of killing, and when he stares at others with his eyes, he will always give people oppression.

It rained all day and all night, and many puddles formed on the mountain road.

Ma Lan stepped back subconsciously, stepped into the wet soil, and almost fell.

Before she could react, a hand wrapped around her waist, and gently moved forward, and Ma Lan was forced to throw herself into Qin Zhihuan's arms.

He didn't fall, and the distance was closer than before.

Malan pressed against his chest, his heart beating non-stop.

"Why did you come back so late..."

I couldn't tell what emotion it was, and there was a tinge of grievance when I said it.

Before Ma Lan finished speaking, Qin Zhi hugged her even tighter.

"Master..."

Ma Lan looked up at Qin Zhihuan.

Qin Zhi hugged her even tighter, bowed his head and leaned down to kiss her.

The cold lips, still dripping with rain, fell on Ma Lan's lips and forehead unscrupulously.

Malan couldn't avoid it, and opened his mouth slightly.

The moment his lips and teeth met, Ma Lan's brain exploded with a bang.

The long eyelashes brushed her cheeks, wet and itchy.

Ma Lan closed her eyes, enjoying the tenderness of this moment.

She was sure she was tempted...

She closed her eyes to enjoy Qin Zhihuan but suddenly stopped, hugging her and panting heavily.

Ma Lan suddenly remembered that Qin Zhi had been poisoned and wanted to abstain from sex and lust.

A face suddenly became hot and gradually burned.

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand hit Ma Lan, and Qin Zhi returned to the room with his arms around her waist.

Zi Yan, who came back one step earlier, had already prepared hot water, and the room was burning hot.

Malan was drenched in the rain in the middle of the night, and couldn't wait to take a hot bath.

When she soaked in the hot water, she was still a little confused about how Qin Zhi knew she lived here.

After a night of rain and cold wind, she shivered from the cold, and her footsteps became faster unconsciously.

Dazed and not sure if he brought Qin Zhi back.

When she came out after changing her clothes, Qin Zhi had already taken off her wet clothes.

Putting on a thin coat, he sat by the stove.

Seeing her come out, he picked up a kraft paper bag from the table.

"See if you like it."

Malan was very familiar with that kraft paper bag, and it was no surprise that it contained fried chestnuts in sugar.

"Thank you, sir."

Ma Lan took the paper bag, only to find that there was no rain on it, and the fried chestnuts were still warm.

Malan suddenly wondered how he brought it up, and how he was still warm after so long.

Ma Lan was suddenly moved, as if honey had been born, and the sweetness entered her heart delicately.

Qin Zhi also brought chestnuts fried in sugar, she was very happy.

Seeing Ma Lan take the bag, Qin Zhihuan also went to the clean room to wash up.

The stove kept burning, and the room was not cold at all.

When Qin Zhi came out, Ma Lan was sitting at the table peeling chestnuts bit by bit.

Divided into two piles as last time, one pile was intact and the other pile was broken.

Ma Lan is wearing the inner coat that Qin Zhihuan sent up in the morning.

There are peach blossoms embroidered on it, which are burning brightly.

"Peel it off for me?"

Ma Lan only felt a shadow falling, and Qin Zhi was already sitting opposite her when she looked up.

"Ah."

Malan nodded, and pushed the undamaged pile over: "Is your husband hungry?"

Ma Lan blushed and her voice was soft.

Qin Zhihuan's gaze couldn't help Ma Lan's slightly opened skirt, and his tongue was hot.

He asked someone to make this dress, and he knew the style best.

I couldn't help but look down, and my heart ached.

Qin Zhi's eyebrows twitched, he cut off distracting thoughts, and reached out to pick up a peeled chestnut: "Eat."

Ma Lan was not hungry at all, her stomach was bloated and she couldn't eat.

Seeing that Qin Zhi was still high-spirited, he couldn't bear to let him down, so he opened his mouth and took a bite.

A chestnut with the size of a thumb, only the outer layer of skin is bitten off.

Qin Zhi also saw that her face was flushed, and the water in her eyes was flowing, and he offered her a cup of tea.

Malan took it and drank it down.

She drank in such a hurry that a drop of water appeared in the glass and flowed down her chin.

Suddenly stretched out a hand, along the trace of water stains, all the way up.

When the fingertip finally stopped at the corner of her lips, Malan's body was already stiff.

That face was just under her nose, with a serious look on her face, as if she was doing something big.

I knew before that Qin Zhi was good-looking, but I didn't know that he was so captivating.

His eyes fell on Qin Zhi's shadow, and he realized for the first time that a man's eyelashes could be so thick.

How does this man look, how can he be so good-looking.

The nose, the corners of the mouth, the eyebrows, and the eyes are all in her heart.

Ma Lan was watching intently, her drooping eyelids suddenly raised her head and met her eyes.

Before Ma Lan had time to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he heard Qin Zhi's pleasant voice: "Miss me?"

(End of this chapter)