Fall in love with kissing you

Not to mention what he did would hurt Chu Qing's heart. At best, it would wipe her face and hurt her self-esteem.

Zhang Yuan patted Chu Qing on the shoulder and comforted her, "you have a good rest. Go back and I'll ask my aunt to make soup for you and have someone bring it to you to mend your body tomorrow."

Chu Qing nodded cleverly. Zhang Yuan nodded her head with satisfaction and turned to look at Yan Siyuan.

"I won't investigate what happened just now. Next time you should look at Chu Qing and don't let her knock again."

Chu Qing was a little embarrassed when she heard this. She was not a child. She needed someone to watch and protect her anytime and anywhere.

But Yan Siyuan gave a faint hum. Chu Qing saw that he didn't refute, but unexpectedly looked at him.

Yan Siyuan sent Zhang Yuan away and returned to the ward.

Chu Qing is peeling an orange.

When Zhang Yuan came over, she brought a fruit basket, all of which were fresh fruits of the season.

Chuqing casually lifted his eyelids and looked at him. He raised his chin to the pile of fruits. "Take some to miss Ning. I can't eat so much."

"No, she has it too."

Chuqing pursed her lips and felt that her words were superfluous.

Those who are said to be far from the top of their hearts are not taken care of carefully and properly, and they don't lack so much fruit.

Chuqing shrugged her shoulders and stopped asking. She twisted up an orange meat and threw it into her mouth.

"What did you tell my mother just now?"

Yan Siyuan's cold voice sounded faintly. He moved the stool and sat down by the bed.

He wondered what Chu Qing had said to make Zhang Yuan so happy.

The orange was very sour. Chu Qing took a bite and the juice was dripping. The acid made her whole face wrinkle.

Yan Siyuan looked at Chuqing's wrinkled little face, inexplicably felt a little funny, and carried her wrist, "is it so sour?"

Chuqing was not angry. He tore a piece and handed it to his mouth, "otherwise you'll try?"

Yan Siyuan frowned at her. Next to the full orange pulp was her delicate nails. She was small and lovely. The woman looked at him stubbornly. It was as if he wouldn't stop if he didn't eat her.

Yan Si lowered his eyes and opened his mouth to bite the orange. His warm and soft lower lip seemed to touch Chu Qing's cold fingertips. The woman suddenly retracted her hand.

Chu Qing looked at Yan Siyuan's chewing action, the tip of his eyebrows raised slightly, and saw that he had been expressionless, like ignorance and unconsciousness. He couldn't help twisting his eyebrows, looked at the orange in his hand, and said in confusion, "isn't it sour?"

Yan Siyuan swallowed the pulp, looked at the woman's confused appearance, and slightly hooked his lips.

"Tell me what you just said to my mother, and I'll tell you whether it's sour or not."

Chu Qing looked at him for a moment. Suddenly he put the orange in his hand at the table and lay back in bed.

She turned her face and stopped looking at him. "Why should I tell you? I wish I knew orange acid anyway."

Yan Siyuan watched the woman wrap herself into a ball and lock herself in her layers of cocoons like a silkworm chrysalis.

Originally some soft eyebrows and eyes suddenly hardened again.

The woman's attitude of escaping from the cold war as soon as she quarreled with him really annoyed him.

Yan Siyuan narrowed a pair of cold Zhanzhan eyes, described the figure of Chu Qing shrinking in his back, and asked in a calm voice, "are you sure you want to treat me with this cold attitude? You don't want to rely on the power of Yan family?"

The figure in the quilt wriggled. Yan Siyuan received his soaring anger slightly, but he saw that the quilt didn't move again, as if the people inside were just bored and turned over.

Yan Siyuan's heart was suddenly blocked. He couldn't help calling Chu Qing's name angrily.

The woman was still in the quilt, motionless, as if she had slept in the past.

"I think you have more and more courage now. You can't find a good home. That's why your wings dare to be so hard?"

“……”

"Oh, yes, you can fly only when your wings are hard, but you should know that Yanjia is not easy to provoke. If you continue like this, I will break your wings myself, so that you will be trapped here forever and can't walk..."

“……”

"Chu Qing!"

“……”

Yan Siyuan directly stood up, lifted the chair and wiped it to the ground. The sharp sound made the quiet atmosphere of the room suddenly tense.

He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt on Chuqing, and was soon pulled aside by his brute force.

Chu Qing was finally annoyed by his reckless Kung Fu. He sat up and looked at Yan Siyuan with a sinister look on his face. He opened fire at him impolitely. "You have nothing to do. Do you want to talk to someone? I have a fucking headache and want to be quiet. If you want to talk to someone, please go out and turn right to find your Ning... Huh..."

Yan Siyuan pasted his lips forcefully, looked at the woman's angry eyes and took a heavy bite on her tongue. The man's strong breath broke in, fierce and savage. The sultry accumulated in his chest was vented on Chuqing's soft lips.

Worried about the wound on her head, he held Chuqing's cheeks in both hands and kissed her stiffly before he gently let her go.

Only at this moment can Yan Siyuan feel that this woman has sharp teeth and sharp mouth. After all, she still has a woman's softness and weakness.

Yan Siyuan looked at Chu Qing's beautiful lips, pink, young and beautiful.

As soon as he reached out his hand and rubbed it, Chu Qing waved his hand and looked at him breathlessly. His eyes were watery and cruel, like a young eagle thrown off a cliff and forced to learn to fly, weak but tough.

Yan Siyuan suddenly felt a little flustered. He calmed down, looked at Chu Qing and licked his lips. Just now, the woman bit herself hard and tasted the smell of rust.

"Chu Qing, your identity is like this kiss. If I want to be strong, you can't refuse. It depends on whether you want to be violent or gentle."

Chu Qing stretched out the back of her hand and wiped her lips. The temple on her forehead jumped and stared angrily at Yan Siyuan.

Just about to say something, the door was knocked several times.

They jumped in their hearts and looked sideways. They saw someone pushing the door in. It was really Zhang Yuan who turned back.

Before the angry mood on Chuqing's face could be taken away, Zhang Yuan caught a glimpse of Chuqing's tender and shy appearance, especially his red and swollen mouth. She knew it in her mind and couldn't help raising her eyebrows and looking at Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan looked calm and got up to meet him, "Mom, why did you suddenly come back."

Zhang Yuan smiled and took a few steps to pick up the handbag on the table, "I left this behind."

Who knows whether this is to take the bag and check the post, or to deliberately drop the bag.

Anyway, I'm afraid this situation also makes Zhang Yuan happy. The smile on her face is a little brighter than when she first came.

Chu Qing reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth, and Zhang Yuan only thought that her little girl was shy.