didn't take a few steps, there was the sound of doors opening and footsteps downstairs, Qiao Yingying was startled, and subconsciously turned her head to look, just in line with Guan Mufeng's sight, and suddenly her body stiffened, as if someone had clicked on the acupoint, and even stopped breathing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Guan Mufeng was also stunned, her white arms and legs were reflected in her ink-colored eyes, her skin was moist after bathing, and the hair coiled behind her head hung down a little, stained with water vapor and stuck to her snow-white shoulders and neck, adding a touch of charm and seductiveness.

He came back to his senses first, and immediately looked away, his eyes dark, as if there was a dark tide rushing.

Ren He has always been calm, but at this moment, he didn't know how to respond, and stood silently in place, his thin lips pursed slightly.

For a long time, there was still no movement from upstairs, and he couldn't help frowning.

Why haven't you returned to your room?

Just as he was hesitating to make a sound, a very low moan suddenly came from upstairs. His chest throbbed, he looked up at the place where Qiao Yingying was, his face suddenly changed, and he strode over.

Qiao Yingying came back to her senses and wanted to get into the room immediately, but before she took a few steps, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from her lower abdomen, like countless needles pricking, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. She couldn't help but bend down and lean limply against the wall, her little face full of pain.

When Guan Mufeng got closer, he saw that her face was already pale, and his heart was even tighter.

Seeing her frowning, a touch of burnt color crossed his eyes, gently helped her into his arms, reached out to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead for her, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yingying's little face turned pale in pain, and her lips trembled and she couldn't speak. His expression changed slightly, his thin lips pursed tightly, he picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the stairs.

Qiao Yingying was dizzy with pain, and suddenly felt a hot current gushing out of her lower abdomen, and she was suddenly stunned, and a trace of blush appeared on her pale face.

"First... "Sir," she said reluctantly, holding back the pain, "I'm fine... Let me down. ”

Guan Mufeng's footsteps didn't stop, seeing that she still had pain on her face, she frowned and said, "It's okay to be like this?"

Qiao Yingying shook her head: "It's really fine, it's just... It is... The girl's house..."

The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became, her face was as red as a drop of blood, and she didn't dare to look at Guan Mufeng with her eyes down.

Guan Mufeng paused, a different color quickly crossed his handsome face, and he put her on the ground after a moment of silence.

Qiao Yingying had clearly felt the heat flowing from her thighs to her legs, and she was so anxious to go back to the room. Who knew that as soon as she turned around, her lower abdomen hurt like a knife, she was unsteady in her steps, and she was about to fall to the ground when she stumbled, and a pair of arms behind her circled her into her arms in time.

Guan Mufeng picked her up again, but went directly into her room and put her on the bed.

There were the underwear and pajamas she had prepared at the head of the bed, and Guan Mufeng had just gotten up to avoid it, but his eyes caught a dazzling red between her snow-white legs.

His breath was sluggish, and his eyes were as deep as night. Knowing that she was not injured, her chest still tightened.

"Where do you put your hygiene products?" his voice was unusually low, as if suppressing something.

Qiao Yingying's pale little face floated a red glow again, and she didn't dare to look at Guan Mufeng with her eyes closed, and her voice was like a mosquito: "In the drawer of the wardrobe..."

Guan Mufeng got up and walked to the wardrobe, opened the drawer, and sure enough, he saw a few packs of square bags.

He pursed his lips, reached down and took a slice from the first bag, and walked to the side of the bed to put it down.

"No... It's not this" Qiao Yingying said with pain and shame, "It's the first... The third"

Guan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, glanced at the small thin piece in his hand, a rare trace of embarrassment crossed his face, turned around and returned to the wardrobe, took the piece from the third bag again, and put it on the bedside clothes.

"Can I change my clothes?" Guan Mufeng saw that her breath was uneven in pain, and said uneasily.

Qiao Yingying nodded hurriedly, and was relieved to see Guan Mufeng go out. It was so indecent that her face was already on fire.