He looked at the plate of high-grade lettuce in front of him and squeezed out a smile: "Pingcaina, the salad looks delicious." "Yang Xuying, a fox spirit who likes vegetarian food, can be said to be a real alternative.

Pincaina lowered her head, her eyes shining with praise from the praise: "Today I went to the farm caravan to pick out the right fresh vegetables for you. ”

"That's good, and I'm grateful for your dedication." Yang Xuying began to cut the delicious green leaves on the plate, and Pingcaina withdrew from the restaurant, leaving the owner to eat undisturbed.

Yang Xuying was still thinking about her sister and her figure curled up on the bed.

He is a doctor by nature, a professional healer, and he will treat others throughout his life, except for Xiao Lingyun. If he was injured, as long as he dared to come over, Yang Xuying would definitely impulsively splash the monster's blood on the spot, or use a scalpel on the operating table to gently slash his life.

Yan Xiaojing slowly woke up, exuding a bright and moving brilliance like a swan out of the water, and she was still vaguely immersed in the joy of sleep.

Something seemed to be on her forehead.

She opened her eyes, and a long, male finger was moving from top to bottom at the bridge of her nose, sliding across her cheek and resting on the tip of her chin.

The dim light in the kitchen in the distance was enough for her to see the man lying beside her.

The man's eyes were closed, his two hooked eyebrows were slightly curved downward, and his thick eyelashes fell, pointing directly at his cheekbones with an aristocratic and majestic temperament. At the moment, he was intently exploring her face with his hands. Lying on her side, her broad shoulders blocked her view of the glass sliding door like a hill.

Oh my God, he's so big and muscular. His upper arms were almost as thick as her thighs, his six strong abs were well-defined, as if they had been rolled through a paint roller, and his legs were even stronger. And his giant rod, which is as big as the rest of his body.

This was also the first time he had been honest with her, and Yan Xiaojing was surprised to find that he had no body hair all over his body, and his smooth skin covered his strong muscles. She couldn't help but reach out and touch his body.

She wondered why he had shaved his body hair, even there. Perhaps, he is a bodybuilder?

However, why he shaved himself with a razor is also an unknown mystery.

Yan Xiaojing's memory is still vague, and everything that happened between the two seems not so real. She couldn't remember how he got into her room, or what he said to herself. But in the subsequent experience, every detail is vivid and clear.

He had given her extreme happiness for the first time in her life, and how could she easily forget it?

His fingertips still groped over her face, then to her lips. His thumb gently brushed her lower lip.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, his subtle accent making his pronunciation as muffled as if rolling over his tongue, a little kitten-coquettish.

Well, whether it's true or not, to be verified. She thought to herself, but she did think she was beautiful under his touch.

He pressed her lips again, not asking for it, not because of desire, but more like saying thank you.

The phone rang from somewhere in the house, not hers.

The man's rapid movement frightened her to her feet—one second he was lying next to him, the next he was standing in front of his jacket, answering his phone.

"Really?" The gentle voice that complimented her beauty vanished without a trace, and he was snarling into the phone.

Yan Xiaojing pulled the sheet over and wrapped it around her chest.

"Let's go to Qingyang's house and meet and give me 10 minutes."

He hung up, put the phone back in his pocket, and began to put on his pants. This sudden move pulls her back from her intoxication.

Oh my God. Did you really do it just now? And with this complete stranger? Did the two really experience that suffocating and wonderful love?

"What's your name?" She asked.

He was pulling his black leather pants over his thighs, and Yan Xiaojing caught a glimpse of the toned buttocks.

"Xiao Lingyun." He walked over to the table, picked up the toad glasses and put them on, and sat back down beside her, "I have to go now, I may not be back this night, but I will try to come." ”

She didn't want him to leave. She had come to love the feeling of being unfairly occupied by his tall, muscular frame.

Yan Xiaojing couldn't help but stretch out her hand, but then retracted it. She didn't want to make herself look like a woman.

"It's okay, you can touch me." He bent over and gestured for her to caress him.

She pressed her palm against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and the surging power of his heartbeat, and she noticed a circular scar on his left chest.

"I need to know something, Xiao Lingyun." His name was strange, but it felt good to read it out of her own mouth, and she was happy in her heart, "What are you doing here?" ”

He smiled slightly, as if pleased with her vigilance, "I'm here to take care of you, Juliet. ”

Well, of course he "took care" of.

"Yan Xiaojing, call me Yan Xiaojing."

He nodded and shouted, "Yan Xiaojing." ”

He grabbed his shirt and stood up, his hands groping around the front of the garment, as if searching for the buttons.

How could you find it? She thought to herself, with some amusement, that the buttons were all lying on the floor.

"Do you have a wastebasket here?" He seems to be aware of this, too.

"There, in the corner."

"Where?"

She stood up wrapped in a sheet, took her shirt in her right hand and threw it into the wastebasket. I vaguely felt like I had lost an excuse to get him back.

By the time she turned around, he had slung the leather sword to his bare chest. The two daggers inside the sword holster have their hilts facing downwards to form a "ten" figure.

After seeing the weapon, her mind suddenly became unusually calm, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and found a reasonable explanation for his arrival: "Did Charunwang ask you to come?" ”

"Charunwang?"

"The one who asked you to protect me."

He slipped on a leather jacket and his shoulders were broader. The leather coat was as jet-black as his hair, with an intricate pattern embroidered with black thread on one side of the lapel.

"The man who attacked you last night," he said, "you don't know him?" ”

"I don't know." She clasped her hands around her and her fingers clasped the sheets.

"Are the police nice to you?"

"They've always been so nice to me."

"Did they tell you the guy's name?"

She nodded: "Yes, but I can't believe it." When Charunwang told me, I thought he was joking. Owens' name sounds more like a character from "The Orange County Boys" than a rapist. But he's really a repeat offender, and he's got a criminal ......."