“......”

What is it called lifting a stone to shoot herself in the foot, she can be regarded as a first-hand experience.

After a while, her face and neck were stained with the crisp breath of a teenager.

He is like an extremely patient and skillful predator, with his hands propped up at his side, his head slightly bowed, his lips and tongue entangled with death, the base of his tongue has long been slightly numb, time seems to be infinitely stretched, and there are only the eyes of a young man like soaked jade.

The smell of the nose swept up again, Song Jin squinted, and the kissed brain began to be confused, his attack was fierce and fierce, completely different from the delicate and fragile beautiful appearance, and she had to think that he really wanted to eat her tongue.

Just when Song Jin felt that he was about to faint by kissing, the young man got up slightly and finally let go of her tongue.

His pale fingertips touched her slightly distracted eyes, "The potion is almost gone, let's let my brother go first," he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and kissed her comfortingly, his voice was very soft, "Brother is crying, are you so happy?" It's a pity this time, so I'll kiss my brother again next time, okay? ”

In the last sentence, if Song Jin was still awake at this time, she really wanted to hit someone.

It's the same as "let me you to death", and Huang Tyrant owes a beating.

Fortunately, he didn't lose his mind, and deliberately avoided Song Jin's hand and wound on the drip, Qi Jue came down, pulled out the cotton swab potion from the silver tray on the cabinet, and neatly pulled out the needle, and then stopped the bleeding.

The slight pain from the back of his hand made Song Jin regain some of his senses.

There were already sleep-promoting drugs in the potion, and when Qi Jue helped her hold down to stop the bleeding, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep in a chaotic manner.

Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, her little face was fair, her eyelashes were long, and her upturned eyes made her look amorous even if she closed her eyes. Flow. Qi Jue still remembered that when he first saw her fifteen years ago, she came in with the woman who coveted his father's money.

She seems to love to laugh, probably no one has told her, when she laughs, the already amorous peach blossom eyes are slightly narrowed, with the white little face, dark and soft hair, how seductive the appearance is, he is indifferent to his father's affairs.

But while the adults were talking, she came over and hugged him.

Song Jin smiled and slapped on his face, feeling that it was really soft, and rubbed his face with his own face, "You are so beautiful, and you are fragrant." ”

When I woke up, it was bright outside, and the old European-style clock in the house swayed, showing that the time was three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Hell yes."

Song Jin frowned, and for some reason she dreamed of the first time she and Qi Jue met.

When she saw Qi Jue at that time, she thought he was a girl, because he was indeed too beautiful, like a haute couture doll, she almost wanted to take advantage of the time when her mother and Qi Dongchen were still talking, and stole him home to raise him by herself.

Yan Kong's problem really can't afford to hurt.

The chain in her hand was still there, Song Jin finally took a bottle of potion into it, and after sleeping for so long, she couldn't hold it for a long time, she was about to reach out and press the landline, but found that her fingers were so stiff and sore that she couldn't even curl up a little.

In addition, the palm is a little sticky, like a ......

[That's right, after you slept to death, he and your hand came to several billions of transactions, and also cultivated some kind of special friendship. 】