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No amount of entanglement can withstand his arrogance.

He's the star of her life!

The man's heavy breath whipped in her ears.

An Yin's mind gradually became chaotic, she knew what would happen in the future, but at this time, her world was only him......

Fingers digging into his shoulder, wet and greasy, blood!

The sharp pain from the wound made Qin Jian's body stiffen, but then it became more and more ferocious.

The ultimate pleasure is intended to explode in the pain of the wound.

He has always been cruel in this kind of thing, but tonight he is more and more ferocious.

An Yin was pressed against the wall, and the strong smell of men, mixed with the smell of blood, filled her, and she was like a dead leaf rubbed hard by a hurricane, crushed fiercely.

The next day, An Yin woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and was stunned, and she couldn't come back to her senses.

It was not yet dawn, and the house was dark.

Last night she couldn't bear to pass out in the extreme.

However, at this time, those embarrassing pictures were like a dream.

Is he really back?

Was last night real, or was it a dream?

An Yin reached out and touched the side, but there was no one.

Is it a dream?

But with a slight movement, the soreness spread on my body like being run over by a truck, and there was an indescribable taste somewhere in my body.

An Yin's heart tightened suddenly.

It's him, right?

It's not an illusion, it's certainly not an illusion!

An Yin didn't dare to imagine what would happen if it was just an illusion last night and not Qin Jian at all.

But apart from him, no one dared to come to his East Pavilion.

But if he came back, why did he leave afterwards?

Could it be that the old man didn't let him come back last night, but he escaped by himself?

An Yin's heart pounded wildly.

Calm down, calm down!

An Yin thought of the wet and bloody piece of blood that touched the man's shoulder last night.

She shook it, and the palm was dry and smooth, and there was no feeling of blood.

Smelled it, and there was no smell of blood.

And between breaths, it is the clean smell of freshly changed quilts and sheets.

An Yin hurriedly endured the discomfort on her body, got up, and turned on the light.

No one, but the sheets and duvet covers on the bed were changed.

There's no way she's sleepwalking to change the sheets.

Other than that...... She had no clothes on her body, and her skin was covered with ambiguous marks......

These marks were all too familiar to her.

It was he who came back last night.

An Yin scrambled to her feet and rushed to the bathroom.

The bathroom was deserted.

She turned on the light.

Didn't change out the sheets and duvet covers, not even the clothes she wore yesterday.

Bed linen sets, as well as clothes, were taken away.

An Yin moved her fingers, and the wet feeling on her hand from last night seemed to remain between her fingers.

A short journey, but the pain made her little face pale.

She didn't care about the pain that didn't mean it.

Rushed out of the bathroom, ran to the cloakroom, put a skirt on his body as fast as he could, grabbed another coat, and ran to the door.

Opened the door, left the door, and looked at Qin Jian's room next to him.

Is he there?

An Yin only hesitated for a moment and rushed downstairs and went straight to the laundry room.

The people of the Qin family are strict about the protection of DNA, and in order to avoid being manipulated, each room has a special independent laundry room for clothes.

And it's cleaned by a special person.

At this time, the aunt in charge of laundry in Dongge had not yet gone to work.

If Qin Jian was injured and tossed her all night, it would be impossible for him to run to wash the sheets by himself.

Then the changed sheets and quilt covers, as well as her clothes, should be placed in the laundry room.

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