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Chapter 593 Don’t You Have Pity For Your Husband (2)

After a pause, he continued, "I only know that when I woke up, it was you and your family who were taking care of me."

Duan Fan was stunned, and his eyes slid across his face inch by inch, making sure that there was no anger at all.

For a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he confirmed it again, "Are you really not angry?"

Lan Xi chuckled, "Why do you talk so much?"

"puff."

Yi Xuan burst out laughing, it was rare for the second senior brother to have a day when he was disliked and talked too much.

Seeing that he is not angry, Duan Fan is always relieved.

Being laughed at by Yi Xuan, he didn't bother to care about it.

……

Dragon's house.

After dinner, everyone dispersed.

The desertedness after the bustle broke the ground.

"Long Beijue, are you immature? You just said you don't want to mess with me."

"Just now was just now, now is now."

"fraud."

The woman's wet and sticky voice floated out from the gap in the door, and her tone was a little crazy.

"Kiss me once, and I won't bother you anymore."

"I do not."

"Do you want to kiss?"

"No."

The door of the bathroom was knocked open and mist filled the air.

Bathed in soft light, the chasing figures ran out one after the other.

The corners of the white clothes were raised, making it impossible to tell whose clothes it was.

"ah."

The exclamation fell, and Qiao Luo was thrown on the sofa.

The man's big hands were carefully sticking to her back, for fear that she would hurt her.

"Where do you want to go?"

The magnetic smoke overflowed from the throat, and the laughter was slightly hoarse.

Qiao Luo regained his strength and raised his eyes to look at the man's sharp and handsome face.

Realizing that the man's hand was still sticking to her back, afraid of pressing on his wound, her expression changed.

She was about to get up in a hurry, "You still have injuries on your hands, don't make trouble."

"It's okay, I can't press it."

"I don't believe it." As he said, Qiao Luo pushed his shoulder and took his hand to check.

The concentrated look fell into Long Beijue's eyes, and the corners of his thin lips curved charmingly.

"Fortunately, the wound wasn't touched." Qiao Luo muttered.

"Long Beijue, you are childish, you still say me, you don't even know how to take care of you..."

Before she finished speaking, her slightly cool lips came over her, blocking her complaints.

If she doesn't take the initiative, then he will take the initiative.

Qiao Luo raised his head passively with helplessness appearing between his brows and eyes.

Breath was plundered inch by inch, Qiao Luo's whole body went limp, and his white hands grabbed his skirt.

Fortunately, someone realized his conscience and finally let go of her, ending the long kiss.

Qiao Luo felt that his brain lacked oxygen, and he was in a daze.

Does he understand the word "temperance"?

"Ha ha."

A deep laugh came from above his head, igniting Qiao Luo's violent temper.

"Why are you laughing, Long Beijue, you still have the nerve to laugh."

If it wasn't for his injuries, this slap would have hit his chest.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows and smiled complacently, "I kiss my own wife, so why not be embarrassed."

Qiao Luo rolled his eyes at him, saying that he was fat and panting.

She sat up straight, glanced at his open blouse, "button it quickly."

"You help me," he said.

Qiao Luo said, "You don't have long hands?"

"Look at my hands." Long Beijue raised his bandaged hands and said miserably, "Aren't you going to take pity on your husband?"

Qiao Luo, "..."

When he was playing hooligans just now, why didn't he say that his hands were inconvenient.

"Long Beijue, just pretend to be you."

She was disgusted with her mouth, but her actual actions betrayed her.

Qiao Luo put his hands on the buttons of his clothes, and slowly helped him fasten the buttons.

(End of this chapter)