Qian Jiao was also unbuttoned by Nanfan one by one because of the buttons of her shirt, and her dissatisfaction at the beginning had turned into anger.

Nan Fan didn't dare to look at her white neck, let alone her white skin.

Just looking at the white wound on her shoulder because she had been soaked in the seawater, her heart throbbed faintly.

Feeling Qian Jiao's spurt of anger, he looked up and met her eyes staring at him, and his puffed cheeks added a hint of anger to her weak face.

As soon as she raised her head, Qian Jiao's little hand was already fast, grabbed the placket of her shirt, hugged her arms tightly, and directly closed her open shirt again, making a defensive posture.

Although Nan Fan also felt that he had just gone too far at this time, Qian Jiao's resistance and defense against him also made his eyes dim slightly.

He lowered his eyes to avoid Qian Jiao's condemning gaze, and after a moment, he pursed his lips and said softly: "The wound on the shoulder should be dealt with quickly, and when your wound is bandaged, I will find a way to let you leave." ”

Nan Fan said, looking up at Qian Jiao's angry eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, revealing a tired and bitter smile, "Be good, obedient." ”

However, these three words of Nan Fan, hearing it in Qian Jiao's ears, made her heart tremble.

Qian Jiao seemed to hear Nan Fan's tone again, and his previous doting on her was heard, and there was a moment of stagnation in her angry eyes, and a moment of unreality flashed.

It was also that moment of trance that made her forget to resist, and Nan Fan's big hand withdrew her shirt.

When she came back to her senses, Qian Jiao was already lying on the bed, her shirt on the ground next to the bed.

Nan Fan concentrated on treating the wound on his shoulder.

When Qian Jiao thought about resisting again, when her hand touched the touch of the curtain, she found that Nan Fan had pulled the curtain to her chest level at some point.

Nan Fan treated Qian Jiao's wounds, then picked up Qian Jiao's clothes on the ground, took some water from the bucket full of clean water, cleaned the clothes, and hung them in the place where the curtains were originally hung in the window.

Only then did he turn around and lean against the wall, looking at Qian Jiao lying on the bed with a somewhat confused look.

Qian Jiao could feel that he had been staring at her, and her mood was complicated.

A gust of sea breeze blew from the open window, and the curtains on Qian Jiao's body were suddenly lifted by the wind, revealing most of her smooth body, white neck, delicate collarbones, and half-covered and half-exposed, and the girl's breasts that had gradually grown into her.

Everywhere is a beautiful scenery, and it suddenly fell into Nanfan's eyes.

In his originally misty eyes, there was the scorching heat after the blur receded in an instant.

Qian Jiao was startled by the moment the curtain was lifted, and she reached out nervously and panickedly to grab the flying curtain.

Just as soon as he stretched out his hand, he immediately pulled the wound on her shoulder, making her cry out in pain immediately, and the action of chasing the curtain in her hand instantly froze because of the sudden pain on her shoulder.

The heat in Nan Fan's eyes dissipated, and he quickly dyed a nervous look, and strode towards Qian Jiao without thinking about it.

Looking at her hand covering her shoulder, he reached out directly to pull away the place where she was covering and check her wound.

Qian Jiao's little hand was held by Nan Fan unexpectedly, and she was also panicked, coupled with the coolness coming from her upper body, she was soberly telling her that the curtain covering her body had run away.

She instinctively reached out and wanted to push Nanfan away.

The moment her little hand stretched out, it happened to land on Nan Fan's face as he leaned down to examine the wound.

The little hand touched Nanfan's handsome and unparalleled face, and there was a crisp sound that was neither light nor heavy, and suddenly, the two of them were stunned for an instant.

The cool sea breeze blew from the window, brushing Qian Jiao's long black curly eyelashes, trembling slightly, lining her large, dark and bright apricot eyes, so that Nan Fan could see panic and nervousness in her eyes, as well as clear and pure fear.

Nan Fan's heart sank suddenly, she was afraid of herself?

This ruthless woman.

There was a deep pain in his eyes.

Before Qian Jiao could react, he leaned over directly in annoyance and pressed her still somewhat pale pink lips.

The untouchable kiss made Qian Jiao's apricot eyes widen suddenly, and she was stunned all of a sudden, forgetting all her reactions.

The moment the lips met, Nan Fan's big tongue quickly caught her pink lips and sucked hard.

The big tongue pried open her teeth, took the opportunity to slide into her sandalwood mouth, and accurately captured her small spirit tongue, entangled, licked and sucked, and wantonly entangled between her lips and tongue.

The familiar and unfamiliar touch, as if every inch had cut into Qian Jiao's most sensitive nerves, made her whole person float and sink with Nanfan's kiss, and lost her mind.

Qian Jiao was suddenly punished by his domineering kiss, which made her tremble uncontrollably, and her mind went blank for an instant, until the air in her chest was exhausted, and her whole person was almost suffocated by Nanfan's kiss, and she woke up.

Qian Jiao hurriedly stretched out her hand to push him away, ashamed and annoyed.

However, Nan Fan's long arms were like steel, tightly clamping Qian Jiao's slender waist, making her unable to move.

The kiss is getting deeper and deeper, and the entanglement between the lips and teeth of the two has long been indistinguishable from each other.

Qian Jiao twisted her body angrily, trying to break free from his shackles, but her kiss became more and more intense and fierce, with a taste that could not be resisted.

Nan Fan's behavior made Qian Jiao angry, she reached out to push it violently, but accidentally pulled the wound on her shoulder, and between her lips and teeth, there was a sudden painful snort.

Nan Fan, who was bursting out with an angry kiss, felt Qian Jiao's strange appearance, and immediately let go of his entangled lips and tongue, and his hot and angry dark eyes were dyed with a layer of melancholy.

When she saw Qian Jiao's expression clearly, she immediately thought that she was pulling her wounds, and hurriedly let go of the long arm that was holding her slender waist, showing a look of self-blame and chagrin on her face.

He wanted to reach out to check Qian Jiao's wound, but before his hand was stretched out, he was pushed away by the angry Qian Jiao.

Nan Fan looked at her little face that was red with anger a little helplessly, and her heart hurt and annoyed.

Directly reached out to straighten her body, moving to the shoulders of the eyes, but the afterglow caught a glimpse of a bright red on her white chest, his eyes lit up, just in time to see the tattoo on her chest.

Among the plump and round green leaves, a bright red flower is standing on the branch half-open, delicate and eye-catching.

Nan Fan's eyes paused uncontrollably on the flower, half loud, until Qian Jiao's eyes also followed, and found that he was staring at the tattoo on his chest in a daze, and his little face suddenly turned red with shame.

Her apricot eyes glared at Nan Fan, who was still stunned, and asked coldly through gritted teeth, "How long do you want to watch?" ”

Nan Fan was woken up by her shouting, and her handsome face quickly flushed, and she hurriedly closed her gaze and looked at Qian Jiao's shoulder seriously.

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