Sweetheart,Come Back!

"It's OK."

An Yin did not say, but Qin Jian also guessed what it was.

Qin Jian tightened her arm and put her into her arms. "I'm not good?"

An Yin opened her mouth, but did not say a word.

What she wants is not good now, she wants him to be good forever.

Qin Jian reached out to hold her arm, pulled her arm away from her neck and turned over to get out of bed.

"Don't go." Anyin pounced on him and hugged him from behind, as if afraid that if he let go, he would disappear from her face.

In his heart, he looked back.

He asked her once, which put too much pressure on her.

"I'm not going." Qin Jian patted her arm to reassure her.

Anyin gradually calmed down and let go.

Qin Jian got up, went to the bathroom, wrung hot water with a towel, went back to the bed, and wiped her sweaty cheeks and neck.

Anyin pressed the hot towel. "I'll do it myself."

Qin Jian looked up at her and didn't let go.

"I'm sweating all over. I can't wipe it clean. I'll take a bath." Anyin wants to go to the bathroom to calm down.

"No problem."

Qin Jian didn't want to increase her psychological burden and let her get out of bed alone.

Anyin enters the bathroom, closes the door, and stands in front of the mirror. Looking in the mirror, she looks at her face as pale as a ghost. However, the snake flower on her forehead is extremely red and enchanting. She is full of food and drink.

An Yin hated to see the fire coming out of her eyes. She grabbed the hair comb and stabbed the sharp handle of the peach hairbrush to the snake flower.

"No!" Feng'er's voice rang out, "hurt it, you will die."

"I'd rather die."

"If the female is dead, the male will torture him. Life is not as good as death."

The handle stops against the forehead.

"You lied to me."

"If I lie to you, you know."

Anyin knows what feng'er said is true. She just doesn't want to admit it.

Feng'er stopped talking.

Anyin dropped her hair comb to the ground and closed her eyes powerlessly.

How can we get rid of the female.

Feng'er goes to the front of Mei.

Rosa davurica absorbed the Yuanyang of Qin Jian, fell into a deep sleep and practiced.

Feng'er squats down and caresses the small bud on the top of the thorn rose.

"Little guy, I said I would guard you, but you have to be angry."

Rosa was completely in a trance and could not hear her voice.

Feng'er took a deep breath and retreated to her position. Her body disappeared in the smoke.

Lie on the petals, close your eyes, and you can't see a man in your mind.

Black deep clothes, upright and majestic.

She could not see his face clearly, but could feel the pain and pity in his eyes when he looked at her.

Who is he?

Feng'er wants to continue to think about it, but the pain of tearing comes from the head, and the figure disappears with the pain.

What's going on?

Clearly there is no memory, why there is such a virtual shadow recently.

It took a long time for the pain to disappear.

Feng'er's body is so soft that she seems to have died.

The man's voice sounded like a subwoofer.

Every time she heard it, she would be flustered.

Is it because of this sound that the shadow appears?

Feng'er's head began to ache again.

She didn't dare to think about it any more.

Anyin closed her eyes, and after a long time, she slowly regained her strength.

Open your eyes again.

Still pale.

She took a deep breath, turned on the sprinkler and stuffed herself under it.

The cool water gradually calmed her mood.

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