Fall in love with kissing you

Suddenly, a warm current of happiness surged all over her body. Ning Yaner's cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were rippling with autumn waves, all of which were the softness of a little woman.

"Aunt, you leave work early today."

"Hey, OK, thank you."

The nurse immediately smiled, wiped the vase clean, put it back on the bedside table, and left after packing up.

The blooming buds are quiet. Facing the woman's charming face, Ning Yaner reaches out her hand to caress the delicate petals of the rose and talks to herself.

"You say, does he really only love me..."

"When will he come here..."

Whether Yan Siyuan will leave Yan's family to accompany her, in fact, Ning Yan'er has no bottom in her heart.

Their love is like a flower that can't be seen in the corner. If it wasn't all irrigated by her, they might not have been able to wait for the result.

But she will also be uneasy, afraid that the unknown grass next to her will be tough enough to seize her resources one day

Pointing to a tingling pain, Ning Yan'er suddenly retracted her hand and looked down. Round blood beads came out of her fingers.

"What's the matter?"

A bony hand gently held her wrist. The man's hot lips were sprayed on Ning Yaner's hand and burned to the tip of her heart, causing a familiar tremor.

Yan Siyuan frowned and looked at the bright red blood drop on the plain hand. Without thinking about it, he put the woman's fingertips into his mouth.

The wet and soft tongue revolved on the fingertips, gently licked the wound, and moved carefully, as if afraid that one force would hurt her.

Ning Yan'er concentrated all her senses on her fingertips and looked at Yan Siyuan's deep eyes like a black hole. Her body suddenly numbed and her body became hot and dry. She hurriedly pushed Yan Siyuan away and said angrily, "OK, ok..."

Yan Siyuan still pinched her hand, looked at it, and asked with a black face, "how did you get it?"

The man had a high nose and deep eyes. He sat on one side. Half of his face under his broken black hair was still handsome and charming. His shirt was folded and stroked on the top, revealing his thin forearms and looming muscles and bones.

Ning Yan'er looked at the beautiful picture and remembered the winding of the tip of his tongue just now. His face was red and bumped, "stabbed by roses."

Yan Si glanced at the roses on the table, saw the hard thorns on the stems and branches, frowned unhappily, and got up to hold the thin neck of the vase.

"What are you going to do?" Ning Yan'er hurriedly pulled him around.

"This flower hurts people. What's the use of keeping it? Next time I'll ask someone to send some flowers without thorns."

Ning Yan'er was stunned and looked at the bouquets of roses in full bloom. It turned out that he didn't know the purpose of the flower.

She clenched the palm of her hand, flashed a bit of embarrassment and loss in her eyes, and disappeared again. She looked up her little face and begged wrongfully, "what does it have to do with flowers? Just put it, I don't touch it."

Yan Siyuan nodded and said in a deep voice, "yes, next time I'll let the nurse remove all the thorns and plug them in, so as not to hurt your hand again."

Ning Yan'er took Yan Siyuan's strong waist with both hands, skillfully pasted her face on the man's waist and abdomen, and vaguely felt the strong and clear texture lines of the man's abdomen. She rubbed it, full of nostalgia and dependence.

The woman raised her head and looked at him brightly. "I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Yan Si's distant vision was deep and deep, and his hand gently stroked Ning Yan'er's soft and long hair was suddenly stiff.

Ning Yan'er didn't notice, but leaned in his arms and spoiled in a soft voice, "I thought you wouldn't come until evening. Si Yuan, I'm very happy. Thank you for putting me in the most important position in my heart..."

Then she left his arms again, caught a glimpse of the wrinkles on her shirt, turned over and knelt on the bed, smoothed his clothes one by one like a little wife, and asked happily, "did you drive here by yourself?"

Yan Si was silent for a while. He wanted to perfunctory the past at will, but he looked down at Ning Yan'er's focused and serious expression. He was clever and reasonable, and couldn't bear to be deceived. What he wanted to say was swallowed back unconsciously.

"No, Chu Qing is injured and lives in this hospital. I just came from her."

Ning Yan'er was caressing the hem of her shirt. When she heard the speech, her smile froze instantly.

Yan Siyuan looked at the woman's stiff expression, reached out to touch Ning Yan'er's face, and gently called, "Yan'er?"

Ning Yan'er's mind was blank for a moment. The nerve seemed to suddenly stretch out a glass barrier to resist any bad emotions outside, and she waved away the man's hand.

She closed her eyes and fell into bed feebly.

Yan Siyuan frowned. Just now, the woman almost used 100% of her strength, and his forearm was still in pain. However, he was more worried that she was also hurt. He grabbed Ning Yaner's hand and saw that the original white skin was red now.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Yan Siyuan didn't dare to use too much force to hold her hand.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Siyuan didn't mind. He removed a bag of medical wipes and applied the wipes to Ning Yaner's hands.

Then he sat by the bed and held Ning Yan'er in his arms. His hard jaw gently rubbed the woman's soft scalp and sighed.

"Doesn't it really hurt?"

For a long time, I heard the voice of Ning Yan'er urn, "pain..."

Listen, it is already a grievance with a crying cavity. It is even more pitiful in its small appearance.

Yan Siyuan was worried and flustered. He held Ning Yan'er like a child. "Good, don't fight so hard next time. I'm not afraid of being rough. You can't stand it."

Seeing that Ning Yan'er was still flat with a small mouth and wanted to cry, Yan Siyuan immediately held her hand and gently blew air into the wet towel. He even shouted a few times. He was relieved to see the woman's expression from tears to laughter, "doesn't it hurt?"

Ning Yan'er shook her head. Her watery autumn eyes looked at him and hummed, "I love you..."

Wen Yan didn't understand what the woman was doing. Yan Siyuan hugged Ning Yan'er's head tightly on his chest and sighed, "haven't you heard?"

"Huh?"

Yan Siyuan buried himself in her hair, took a deep sniff, narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "my heart is jumping for you. What else do you have to worry about?"

Ning Yan'er was stunned. The man's powerful heartbeat sounded to his ears, as if he was vowing that he was living for her, and her heartbeat seemed to be synchronized at the moment.

The feeling of heart to heart is no better than this. Ning Yaner only feels that the whole heart is like soaking in a hot spring, soft and numb.

Ning Yan'er still didn't say a word. She couldn't help thinking of what Chu Qing said in her mind.

——What about Miss Ning? Do you have any objection to me?

His eyes suddenly turned deep. Yan Siyuan held Ning Yan'er tightly, reached out his hand to hold the woman's soft jaw, gently lifted it, and looked into a Wang Qiubo of Ning Yan'er.

"Yan'er, tell me, do you still mind Chu Qing's existence?"