Sweetheart,Come Back!

An Yin was scared out of her wits and looked up.

"Run what?" Qin Jian's eyes are still closed, voice with a thick lazy sleepiness, hoarse and sexual feeling.

"Brush your teeth!" An Yin is frozen. She really doesn't want him to see her lying on him like a frog.

Qin Jian opened his eyes and looked down.

When the quilt was half opened, her indecent posture could be seen.

An Yin was so anxious that she began to cry. She tried to move her body to get down from him, but Qin Jian's big hand pressed her firmly. She just twisted her body in vain.

Qin Jian pressed her tightly, frowned, "don't move!"

An Yin stops, this stop, just notice his body had changed, immediately flustered.

Qin Jian held her waist in his big hand and pressed her to him tightly, which made her almost breathless.

An Yin looks at him nervously.

Qin Jian emptied a hand, clasped her back neck, pulled her to him, and whispered in her ear: "I want you again." The heat he exhaled made her ears itch.

His words make an Yin so shy that she doesn't know what to do. Her face suddenly looks like a fire.

An Yin pressure on him, feel very uncomfortable, want to move, but his strength is great, she can not move.

He rubbed his hot fingers on her cheek and murmured, "do you want to do it?"

Anyin's heart was beating wildly. Looking at his eyes, he could not say the word "no".

Qin Jian's breathing became more and more turbid. Suddenly, she suddenly turned over and covered her whole body.

He was tall and strong, and anyin had just woken up. She was very sober. The heavy feeling of pressure really made her flustered.

Qin Jian stares at the shy little woman, and finally lowers her head and kisses her cheek

****

two hours later, anyin went downstairs.

Every step she took was like stepping on cotton, and every bone in her body was aching as if it was going to break away. What's more, there was a burning pain in her body somewhere.

It's hard to say.

An Yin really hates that bastard.

Walk into the dining room.

Sister Ling is preparing the meal.

Qin Jian sat in front of the dining table, looking at the newspaper, beaming and neatly dressed, as if he had never done anything stupid.

When an Yin appeared at the door of the restaurant, she raised her eyes to look at her, and her eyes inadvertently swept over her body somewhere.

Where are you looking?

An Yin didn't look good to stare back, in the way of sister Ling, did not dare to curse.

Qin Jian raised her angry eyes and raised her eyebrows.

Ten minutes ago, he was going to take her downstairs.

But this time is the time for sister Ling to cook. In front of sister Ling, she was carried downstairs by him. She might as well die.

She refused to go downstairs with him.

Qin Jian knew that she was thin skinned and didn't want to be seen by Wu Ling, so he followed her and went downstairs first.

At this moment, looking at her death to face the face of suffering, can not help but funny.

Wu Ling heard something behind her. She turned to see an Yin's pale face. "Anyin, her face is so bad. Is there something wrong with her?"

"No, no, just didn't sleep well last night."

Anyin quickly pretends to be OK, but the corner of her eye sees that Qin Jian's eyes are full of fun, and then she reacts. Her sentence "didn't sleep well last night" originally was very common, but when she came to him, it turned into another meaning and almost vomited blood.

Wu Ling peeked at Qin Jian and asked no more questions.