Wen Xin tilted her head to the door and glared viciously, as if she was blaming the door for causing her to be ridiculed by the scumbag.

"If you're crazy enough, get out."

“……”

Wen Xin still ignored his plans, and gently rubbed his injured ankle to himself.

Jian Qingchuan didn't have such good patience, so she bent down, grabbed one of her arms with her big hand and lifted it up.

"It hurts......" Wen Xin's tears were about to come out.

He didn't care if she was in pain or itchy, grabbed her and pressed her against the wall on the side.

"You also caused the pain."

She gritted her teeth and stared at him, very dissatisfied.

Dead scumbag, with no sympathy at all, she can't wait to apply all the vicious language in the world to him.

In fact, just as Wen Xin thought, Jian Qingchuan really didn't have a trace of sympathy.

Although he no longer spoke ill of each other, he was not gentle in his grip on her hand.

He dragged Wen Xin straight to the living room, no matter how much her feet hurt, and no matter whether she could keep up with his steps, and then threw Wen Xin onto the sofa as soon as he let go.

Wen Xin was dizzy for a while by his sudden movements, and when she stabilized her body and wanted to scold, Jian Qingchuan's figure had disappeared.

"Jane, Qing, Sichuan......" Every word was bitten and spit out by Wen Xin.

"The next time you call me by name, you can grit your teeth a little tighter."

Jian Qingchuan appeared, with an extra towel and medicinal oil in his hand.

Wen Xin glanced at him and looked at the things in his hand.

Could it be that he suddenly found out in his conscience and wanted to rub medicine on her?

She was wrong.

A scumbag is a scumbag, and a scumbag is even more hopeless if he is cold-blooded.

Because after Jian Qingchuan threw the towel and medicinal oil on Wen Xin, he sat on the sofa on the side and ignored Wen Xin anymore.

The crisp sound of the lighter sounded again, and after a while, Wen Xin smelled the unique taste of the cigar.

She frowned.

She didn't like the smell of smoke, but this was his territory, and she didn't seem to have the right to interfere, so she had to put up with it.

Picking up a towel and gently wiping the wine stains on his hair and face that had not yet dried, Wen Xin's eyes glanced at Jian Qingchuan from time to time.

It is undeniable that he is indeed good-looking, and he is the most handsome man she has ever seen.

The knife-like silhouette combines the masculine handsomeness of Western men with the white and delicate spirit of Eastern men.

The double pupils are like the heavenly pond on the Tianshan Mountain, with an innate coldness, mysterious and unpredictable.

The coral-like red lips are slightly curved, thin and sexy, but they give people a sense of thinness and coolness.

From his bare chest, you can clearly see obvious muscle lines, but they are not as disgusting as bodybuilding stars.

Such a Jian Qingchuan gives people the feeling of a soft masculine beauty.

Even Wen Xin, who is usually not interested in men, couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"The saliva is coming out."

Jian Qingchuan suddenly said something that made her scratch her head.

But Wen Xin stupidly put his hand to his mouth and touched it.

Damn it......

Jian Qingchuan actually lied to her.

She glared at him fiercely, flung the towel aside, then grabbed the medicine on the table, unscrewed the cap, and poured it onto her injured ankle.

She regarded her feet as Jian Qingchuan's flat face, regardless of the pain, she rubbed it fiercely, and while rubbing her heart, she silently recited: Jian Qingchuan is a big scumbag, and a big scumbag is Jian Qingchuan.

"Xin'er, don't think I'm going to fall in love with you."

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