Ning Xizhou dragged his suitcase into her bedroom, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he took off his coat, loosened his tie, and went into the bathroom.

After he finished his shower, he walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel, out of her room, and downstairs, where he saw that she had fallen asleep on the sofa.

He grabbed some anti-inflammatory potions and bruising pills from the counter and walked over to the couch.

These medicines in the house were put in by Dr. Feng, and he never prepared them, but since she came, these things have been used more often.

Ning Xizhou walked to the sofa and saw her nesting on the sofa, her hands propped up behind her back, not letting her waist hang in the air, her little face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on her head.

As long as he twisted his thin body, she could die.

He frowned, he really didn't stop, and every time he came back, he was injured.

He poured the potion into his own hand and sat down beside her, reaching under his clothes and rubbing his potion-stained hand around her waist.

A cold feeling hit, Jiang Qinglime woke up, leaned back, and this movement accidentally touched her waist, and she frowned.

A big hand grabbed her, stopped her struggle, and pressed her against the cushion of the sofa, "Don't move if you don't want it to be more serious." ”

Jiang Qingling froze, letting the cold hand rub on her waist, pressing, the cold hand gradually warmed up, along with the places he touched.

"Ning Xizhou, I'...... I can ...... it myself," her tongue knotted.

Ning Xizhou pressed the force on her waist heavily, "Being reckless is the most stupid behavior, so afraid of me, will I eat you?" ”

The moisture on the man's body and the smell of the shower gel on his body just after taking a bath made her a little dizzy, and he only wrapped a bath towel, and there were continuous droplets of water dripping on his tight waist and abdomen, steaming hot.

Jiang Qinglime's face was slightly red, "Are you an exhibitionist?" Don't know how to dress at home? ”

Ning Xizhou grabbed her hand and leaned towards his body, his soft little hand on his chest, "It's better to peek than to touch." ”

Jiang Qinglime was burned, her movements reacted faster than her brain, and she withdrew her hand, "I don't have that hobby, isn't it just a piece of meat?" Who's not the same. ”

"If you don't know if you touch it, it's different." Ning Xizhou held her hand again, leaned towards his body, and took her hand from his chest to his lower abdomen.

The soft little hand with a unique touch shook his whole body, and the heat under the bath towel had already reacted.

Jiang Qinglime's gaze swept over his lower abdomen, wanting to withdraw his hand, but the other party held her hand tightly, she felt that her palm was on fire, and the place where it touched was like a soldering iron, and her palm was about to be burned.

Because she was sitting on the sofa and inadvertently landed on his lower abdomen surrounded by a bath towel, she wanted to withdraw her hand even more, "Ning Xizhou, you let go!" ”

"Let go, at this time, do you think it's possible?" His Adam's apple rolled a little, his expression darkened, and his voice was oppressed.

"How long has it been since you've seen a woman, and I've done nothing, and you're?" Jiang Qingling raised his eyebrows and looked at his lower abdomen, "Hide your things well, it's an eyesore." ”

Ning Xizhou held her hand, wrapped her warm palm around her hand, and moved down to the lower abdomen of the bath towel.

"Eyesore?" The man's evil voice sounded in her ears, and the aura on his body continued to spread, "Why don't you say it's an eyesore when you use it?" I think you're pretty good at it. ”

Jiang Qingling dragged her hand stiffly, her pale little face dyed shy, "Don't!" You don't have a shame yourself, I still want it, this is the living room. ”