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“……” Lan Xi's frightened eyes stare big, legs kick, want to struggle.

"Your mother doesn't want to see you don't pay attention to your body like this -" his cold voice sank down, accompanied by deep and sinister eyes to hold the people in his arms firmly. He knows where her weakness lies.

As expected, her small face turned pale, and her water eyes twinkled with unwilling light and climbed onto his shoulder.

Mu Yanchen's flame dissipated some, for a moment, the eyes rolled over the heartache and helpless interwoven light.

However, her legs are also cold, Yingrun legs hanging in his arms, just picked up the moment, and now across the thin shirt can be felt, cold, his handsome face more and more cold, take her back to the room, turn on the air conditioning after the air conditioning was pulled over to cover her.

But when she's covered, she kicks it away, covers it again, and kicks it off again.

Mu Yanchen holds his breath and his cold thin lips close into a line.

He knew she was protesting. In this silent way.

I dare not talk to her parents even if she is helpless. She wanted to run away, to let the taboo and sin disappear - stay away from her, stop liking her. But I can't.

She can't control it.

That's the only way she can protest. Don't want his good.

Even if every time she softened up in his arms and lost her temper, she still wanted to bury herself when she woke up, so as not to be seen by the world that she and her own biological brother had been unfaithful to each other.

Mu Yanchen's eyes are indifferent as usual. The air conditioner is covered on her for the third time. She kicks her Yingrun foot over her. Suddenly, she is caught by his hand, buckled and pulled down. She kicks out in a trance, and the whole petite body falls back on him.

“——！” A low cry came, her small face quickly jump red, slant to one side, tight to die appearance.

Mu Yanchen forehead Qin out of thin sweat, thin lips cold pursed, fingers slowly stir: "do you want to make?"

The man in his arms had not moved for a long time. After a long time, mu Yanchen went down, and then the dim light at the door of the room saw the tears in her eyes, and her heart trembled. He gently pushed the bangs on her forehead and kissed her eyebrows. He said in a low voice, "listen, go to bed early."

No longer stay, mu Yanchen tall and straight figure to get out of the room, close the door to see her body, shrunk into a small group, into the heart of the bed to drill.

Close the door, mu Yanchen eyebrows tight frown, full of pain and fatigue eyes, facing the door for a while.

He hardly knew What should I do with her?

***

the real sleep time of a night is only two hours, and I still spend it in a chair.

In the hazy darkness, she had already woken up early, washed, ran to the balcony to get her clothes, still wearing his men's shirt, and her bright legs under her hem hooked human nerves, and jumped abruptly in the position of her temples.

Take a look at the time. It's only five o'clock.

Mu Yanchen in the leather chair to calm down, put away the bloodshot eyes, grab the key to send her to school.