Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 443 The Human Flesh Pillow
"You think I want to see you?" Leng Moran snorted disdainfully: "You are blocking my eyesight by sitting here."

"Okay, I'll go now, without disturbing your eyes."

Xia Hanyan stood up abruptly.

Because she got up too fast, her eyes suddenly went dark, and her whole body went limp.

Leng Muran quickly supported Xia Hanyan.

She leaned weakly in his arms.

Xia Hanyan has always suffered from anemia, and in addition to being sick these few days, her whole body is listless.

I vomited after eating something, and didn't dare to rest no matter how uncomfortable I was, I still cheered up and came out to socialize.

She also wants to find a husband who loves her like other women, go shopping every day, go to the spa, and live a delicate and elegant life.

But Xia Hanyan is not a woman who is willing to admit defeat.

She does not accept the arranged future and wants to control her own life.

Getting married and having children is not the way home for all women.

Leaning against Leng Muran's arms, it took Xia Hanyan a while to recover.

She opened her eyes, looked at the stern Leng Muran, stood up straight with difficulty, then turned and walked out.

She didn't want Leng Moran to see her fragility, so she had to leave here.

Xia Hanyan hadn't eaten much all day, and Xia Hanyan's feet were so weak that she had no strength left.

Pregnancy can be tough!
All she wants now is to go home and lie down and do nothing.

Taking the elevator to the underground garage, Xia Hanyan took out the car keys.

Accidentally, the car key fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up, and with the other hand she was one step ahead of her, picking up the key.

Xia Hanyan raised her head and saw Leng Muran holding the car key and opening the door.

Leng Muran turned her head suddenly, Xia Hanyan was startled.

His piercing eyes looked terrifying.

"You... what are you doing?" Xia Hanyan backed away in panic.

Leng Moran ignored her, walked over and grabbed her wrist, pulled her over by force, stuffed her into the passenger seat, and helped her fasten her seat belt.

Xia Hanyan sat in the co-pilot's seat, looking at Leng Muran in wonder.

What is he trying to do?
I saw him open the driver's door and sit in.

"I'll walk you home."

Although he also drank a little wine tonight, he was not drunk, and he was much more sober than Xia Hanyan who was throwing up.

Driving her home was no problem.

Xia Hanyan didn't say anything, she leaned her head against the car window, drowsily trying to sleep.

She is so tired.

As if there is nothing to finish.

I tortured myself to the point of exhaustion every day.

By Leng Muran's side, she felt inexplicably at ease, and she soon fell asleep.

Xia Hanyan, who was sleeping soundly, looked like a simple little girl, without her usual lingering and publicity, she was so quiet that people felt pity.

Leng Muran drove Xia Hanyan to her door.

He stopped the car and gave Xia Hanyan a gentle push: "We're here, I'm going to sleep at home."

"Don't make noise, let me sleep a little longer."

Xia Hanyan mumbled something with her eyes closed, then she fell towards Leng Muran, using Leng Muran's legs as a pillow of human flesh.

Lying in Leng Muran's arms, Xia Hanyan slept even more soundly.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the carriage was so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them was heard.

Leng Moran looked at Xia Hanyan, couldn't help stretching out his hand, brushing away the hair scattered on her face, revealing her smooth and pretty face.

Xia Hanyan felt her face itchy, and buried her face in Leng Muran's lower abdomen.

She rubbed against him.

This rubbing was unstoppable, and a fire ignited in Leng Muran's body.

Even he couldn't control his hand, and stretched it along Xia Hanyan's collar.

(End of this chapter)