Before An Yin could react, the porcelain piece in his hand had somehow reached his hand.

"I'm just not interested." Qin Jian threw the porcelain tiles off the bed.

"Can I go back?" An Yin pressed down the stone on his heart and fell to the ground.

"If you don't want to mess with me, go to sleep." His tone was cold, but with an inexplicable darkness.

An Yin hurriedly closed her eyes and didn't dare to say a word.

Qin Jian stopped talking, too quiet, but she felt extremely difficult.

An Yin never dared to open her eyes, but she always felt that he was looking at her, and her sharp and cold gaze devoured her little by little.

She didn't know how she ended up falling asleep.

****

The next morning, An Yin woke up, looked up, and saw the man's cold and beautiful jaw line, and then up were thin lips, a high nose bridge, his eyes were closed, the eyeliner outlined a beautiful arc, and the thick long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his fair face.

When he fell asleep, he lost his usual indifference, he was handsome and elegant, and his facial features were delicate and good-looking.

An Yin's body stiffened, and her brain crashed directly, she really stayed with him all night.

It's miserable, it's miserable.

Now go out and be seen by other servants, and I don't know how to talk nonsense.

An Yin slipped out lightly.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of metal sparking behind me.

An Yin turned around.

Qin Jian didn't know when he woke up, he was sitting next to him, burying his head in lighting a cigarette, and when he saw her looking at him, he raised his eyelids to look at her.

Just a glance, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a playful evil smile.

An Yin's little face suddenly turned red into a boiled prawn.

Qin Jian extinguished the lighter and spit out a puff of smoke, not only did he not avoid it, but stared at her more unscrupulously, and the corners of his mouth showed a faint interest.

An Yin couldn't wait to evaporate on the spot, gritted her teeth, turned around and ran to the door.

Qin Jian looked at An Yin, who ran faster than a rabbit, and his cold dark eyes sank.

As soon as An Yin arrived in his room, someone knocked on the door, "An Yin." ”

It was Wu Ling's voice.

An Yin opened the door and saw Wu Ling standing at the door with a breakfast tray.

"Sister Ling, why are you here?"