Sweetheart,Come Back!

The room was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

In the dark, there was a gentle breath.

Break time peace sound, heart beat like beating drums.

An Yin heart out of a word - escape!

She pulled out her hand and turned to open the door, but the man moved quickly and held her down.

The book in her arms falls to the ground, and an Yin subconsciously reaches out to push at the man.

Only separated by a layer of cloth, the palm touched the man's strong muscles, strong, warm and cool

The strong body of the man approached her.

The whole nasal cavity is filled with the masculine breath of men.

Anyin's heart jerked hard, as if to squeeze the heart out of the chest cavity.

The fingers on the man's chest trembled slightly.

"Three young masters?"

In the dark, the man put one hand on her buttocks, picked her up, pushed her against the wall, bowed his head, and snobbed her trembling lips.

Her whole body was stiff, and she opened her mouth to speak, but his tongue had broken in so hard that it seemed to draw her soul out.

"Well..." Anyin shivered under the hot kiss, her heart beat wildly, but at the same time, she smelled a faint smell of blood.

Is he hurt?

Anyin reaches for the switch.

"Don't turn on the light."

It's Qin Jian's hoarse voice.

An Yin's hand is frozen, slowly retracts, hugs his neck.

Qin Jian breathed a breath, pushed her behind the door, pasted her tall body, and the kiss moved from lips to ears, to neck, and then straight down to the rhythm of the heart.

Anyin only felt the chaos in her brain and completely lost the ability to think. I only know that I am like a squid sandwiched between iron plates, which is roasted on the fire.

The whole body's blood is roasted as if to be evaporated, the mouth is also breathless.

She felt that she was going to die.

Qin Jian stopped all the movements at this time, he hooped her waist, bowed, cheek close to her heart position, listening to her crazy heartbeat.

A room of darkness and silence, each other's heartbeat, but fast and urgent, in this piece of silence, the more clear.

"Three young masters..." An Yin licked her lips and began to speak hard.

"Well." Qin Jian does not move, quietly hugs her, as if only in this way, can feel real.

"The old man let you back?" Anyin is afraid that he ran out on his own. With his old temper, he will be punished more severely if he is caught back.

"Well." His voice was horribly low

“…… Well? " Knowing that she didn't come back by herself, she breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to hold his shoulder. She wanted to stretch him out. Looking at him in the moonlight, she felt that her hands were wet and slippery.

She came back and sniffed.

The smell of blood.

"Are you hurt?" An Yin's heart suddenly tightens and turns on the light again.

"Don't turn on the light!" He raised his head, his forehead against hers.

She felt his breath, gently brush in her lips, thin, soft, "is Qin Xiu injured, or the old man hit you?"

"The old man beat it."

"How could the old man lay such a heavy hand?" Anyin can't see the wound on his body, but she can feel the blood in one hand. The injury is not light. Her nose is sour, and tears come up.

Qin Jian looked at an Yin to cry, and laughed, "heartache?"

An Yin lip trembled for a moment, did not dare to answer, she is distressed, but if admitted, it is equivalent to his confession.

She can't

"Did you miss me?" he said in a deep voice

Anyin wanted to deny it, but she couldn't say a word about it. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled out instead.

PS: sweet? I'm so sleepy, good night ~ ~

I'm so sleepy