The needle in Jun Yiqing's hand has been pulled out, and he is still asleep, with a shallow shadow under the long eyelashes on Junrong's face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shen Dunian gently placed the basin on the table next to the bed, put the hot towel in the warm water, soaked it, wrung it out, and leaned over to wipe the sweat that had been oozing from his forehead for him.

His skin was hot, and his whole body was now boiling because of the inflammation of the wound.

After wiping the sweat, Shen Dunian was hesitating to help him wipe his body to cool down, and just threw the towel into the basin, suddenly, a pair of slender fingers with distinct bones held her.

In the next second, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and they opened.

Shen Dunian leaned over and looked at his long, bloodshot narrow black eyes, stunned.

Looking at each other, a very strange feeling instantly hit Shen Dunian's heart.

Thinking that before he fell, she was still saying cruel words very coldly, and now looking at his eyes, she was a little weak.

He was about to turn into a boiled crab, and he had just woken up from a coma, but his strength was terrifying.

Before Shen Dunian could recover from his stunned stup, he was violently pulled towards him.

Shen Dunian saw the injury on his shoulder, and when he almost hit it, he used his other free hand to prop it on the side of his head in time, and he couldn't control his anger for a while, and shouted: "Isn't it crazy? I don't know if I'm still ......."

Before the words fell, Jun Yiqing had already let go of her wrist, pressed her palm on the back of her head, and pressed her thin lips towards him.

His lips were facing each other, and his hot breath hit him, and the hot Shen Dui thought of a spirit.

The hand propped up on the side of his head jerked at the sheets.

Jun Yiqing pressed her hard against him, as if to test whether she was real, and her thin lips gently rubbed her over and over again, biting and licking.

Shen Dunian's breathing became thick as his breathing became heavier.

Something is not right.

When Jun Yiqing wanted to go deeper, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

Then, before receiving a reply from them, someone pushed him away.

Shen Du was startled and struggled to get up, but Yu Guang saw Jun Yiqing trying to lift the injured arm, his body stiffened suddenly, he paused, pressed against his thin lips, and made a difficult sound: "Hurt." ”

Jun Yiqing's reddened deep eyes locked on her, and when she heard her voice, it seemed that she had confirmed that the person in front of her was not a phantom, but really her.

He just looked at her, and slowly pried open her teeth with his red tongue as she looked at him, and attacked.

Shen Dunian knew who the person who could push the door in without saying hello was, and he also knew that the person was standing at the door now and did not leave.

But still in his extreme thirst, his thin lips opened slightly and let him in, and gently closed his trembling eyelashes.

Jun Yiqing's acquiescence to Shen Dunian's acquiescence and a little active behavior completely eliminated the irritation.

As the red tongue entered her mouth, the kiss deepened more violently.

Don't look at his weak body, but his kissing skills have increased instead of decreasing, and Shen Dunian, who was stunned and tortured, also infected his temperature, and his body became hot little by little.

As he grabbed her tongue violently, his fingers unconsciously wrenched the sheets and snorted.

When Jun Yiqing heard this, the blood in his whole body boiled, as if he couldn't kiss enough, he kissed her for five minutes, and only let go of her when she was about to run out of oxygen and her arms were a little sore.

His palm loosened the back of her head and slowly stroked her face, a mouth, a hoarse voice, and affectionate eyes all made Shen Dunian's eyes warm for a moment: "It's not a dream. ”