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Her body had been tense for too long, stiff and sore, and An Yin felt that the man who was holding her from behind had fallen asleep, and slowly tried to relax.

But as soon as her body moved outward, the strong arms around her waist tightened.

An Yin was dead.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

Such an environment is the most likely to be trapped.

An Yin held on for a while, and then fell asleep again.

I was sleeping in a daze, I felt an itch on my shoulder, I reached out to scratch it, my wrist tightened, and I was grabbed by a large hand.

She subconsciously withdrew her hand, but the rough palm with the calloused held her steadily, making her completely immobile.

An Yin woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Qin Jian's dark eyes.

A cool breeze swept across his chest.

An Yin lowered his head and found that the button was unfastened at some point, and half of his shoulders and a large area of skin were presented in the cool breeze.

"Ahh

An Yin let out a low cry and rolled to the side while grabbing the quilt with her other hand.

"Don't move."

Qin Jian's voice was cold, and in order to straighten her body, the hand holding her wrist did not let go, pressed it down, and pressed it directly on her chest.

The man's body temperature burned onto her body like a soldering iron.

Should he be ...... again?

An Yin was anxious and angry, "What do you want to do?" ”

Qin Jian glanced at her, as if smiling, and looked away from her face and looked at her shoulder.

There was a tickling sensation on the shoulder again, and a faint smell of blood lingered between the snorts.

An Yin turned her head and saw Qin Jian's other hand clenched into a fist, and blood dripped from his fist and landed on the wound on her shoulder.

The heart pounded.

Dr. Yan said that the inflammation of her wound would take about a week to heal, but her wound stopped inflamed the next day, and the recovery speed was amazing.

At that time, she thought that Dr. Yan was using medicine well.

Only then did I know that it turned out that her injuries had always been raised by him with blood.

Qin Jian was still the same as before, waiting for the blood in his palm to coagulate and no longer drip before taking the bandage next to him and wrapping the wound at will.

An Yin looked at the man sitting at the head of the bed, his head bowed and his palms bandaged.

Thin face, handsome, cold and hard, unhurried!

A touch of complicated emotions welled up in the bottom of my heart.

He treated her like that, so that she already hated him, so it was better to keep treating her badly.

In that way, she can't keep her body, at least she can keep her heart.

But if he treats her like this, he will make her lose her heart.

Twilight has returned, and his wedding date is just around the corner.

Whenever she gives over a little heart, she is a moth to a fire.

Qin Jian bandaged his palm, raised his eyes, and looked at her.

An Yin hurriedly closed her eyes to prevent him from seeing the tangled in her eyes.

He looked at her for a moment, then leaned down, her breath brushing his face like her softness and gentleness.

He drooped his eyelids, his gaze falling on her lips.

Her lips were no longer pale and chapped, but blood-colored, as smooth as cherries fished out of water, ruddy and seductive.

The beautiful taste of a woman is still fresh in my memory.

Now that she was so close and within reach, he slowly got closer.

An Yin's heart was pounding, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but at this moment, his breath gradually moved away, and then she felt him tuck the corners of the quilt for her, and then heard him get out of bed.

The head of the bed shook slightly.

An Yin opened his eyes and saw that when his phone vibrated for the first time, he picked up his phone and walked out.

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