Ning Qian sat in the bathtub, and she didn't notice the clothes on her body when they were opened, and she was more afraid of Xiao Yan turning around and walking away now about the exposure of spring.

"I didn't want you to touch me, I just, just ......"

With a red face, I couldn't say a word about the explanation that followed.

Xiao Yan's hands that fell to his side clenched hard, looking at the woman in the bathtub expressionlessly, condensing the frosty gaze, hating to freeze her to death.

"Remember your identity as Mrs. Xiao, the water is cold, put it again!"

Xiao Yan's words fell, followed by a heavy sound of the door closing, his bone-white hands, the clothes on his chest tightened hard, his sore eyes choked by water, and silent tears.

Today is their wedding night, but because she is having a terrible time.

On the balcony, Xiao Yan was smoking, the cold wind outside the house was blowing his hair, and his brain was extremely sober.

All of Ning Qian's rejection and disgust for him were no match for a roar, she said...... Don't let him touch her!

Picking out the cigarette in his hand, Xiao Yan's gaze fell on the cramped and restless figure at the door.

"Xiao Yan, the water is ready. ”

Ning Qian's body was still the soaked cheongsam, wrapping her delicate body, her cold and pale little face, like a white lotus out of water, and her red lips became more and more delicate.

This fool, if he doesn't speak, she doesn't know how to change her clothes.

Xiao Yan stepped forward and unbuttoned her collar with both hands, and the air was silent......

Ning Qian clenched his hands nervously, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly because of Xiao Yan's touch.

The cold clothes fell from her, Ning Qian subconsciously hugged her arms, and her pink lips opened lightly: "Xiao is ......"

A large hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into his arms.

The light and delicate lips, with endless tenderness and longing, wrapped her tightly, greedily took away all the air in her mouth, and the overwhelming suffocation instantly overwhelmed her, like tasting mellow red wine, which made people irresistible, and could only die drunk in his arms.

The hanging hands tightened hard, the nails buckled into the palms, Ning Qian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and as Xiao Yan approached, a strange voice poured into her ears, like a piercing trombone, instantly waking up all her sweet dreams.

"No, ......!"

Ning Qian struggled, but he didn't expect Xiao Yan to fold his arms, press her whole person tightly in his arms, and deepen the kiss domineeringly.

With a strong tingling pain on her lips and a strong smell of blood, sweetness filled her mouth and covered up the sourness in her mouth.

It hurts, it hurts!

The scorching breath hit Ning Qian's face, making her struggle harder, and she bit down hard.

"Hmm......"

There was a dull pain in the tongue, Xiao Yan snorted coldly, and finally let go of her, Ning Qian was like a little white rabbit who had been ravaged, hugging himself tightly with red eyes, standing in place and trembling.

"yes, I'm sorry, I'm not ready!"

Ning Qian looked at the blood on the corner of his mouth, and his hoarse voice seemed to have exhausted his strength.

With a sarcastic sneer, there was no more half a minute of temperature under the man's eyes, and his blood-stained lips coldly spit out a word: "Get out!"

The cold sheets covered Ning Qian's head, and the strong smell of roses was in her nose, and she fled without hesitation.

Running from room to room, she leaned against the door panel, breathing a sigh of relief, as if she had been reborn after a catastrophe.

"Mom, you're back!"

In the room, Xiaobao, who had short blond hair, rubbed his blue eyes, sat innocently on the bed, and looked at Ning Qian at the door with a hazy gaze......