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After filling his stomach, Qin Jian took the bowl and went downstairs.

An Yin went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and the woman in the mirror was pale, but the bruises and bruises on her body couldn't be seen.

Usually, no one dares to break into the East Pavilion, especially Qin Jian's bedroom.

But An Yin still felt unsure, so she took a piece of Qin Jian's bathrobe on the shelf and put it on, wrapped herself tightly, and wrapped her skin below her neck without revealing it at all, before she felt at ease.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw that Qin Jian had come back and was already lying on the bed.

He lay on his back, his elbows pressed against his forehead, his eyes closed, not knowing if he was asleep.

An Yin hurriedly slowed down her movements and walked lightly to the door, intending to go back to her room.

"Come here!" Suddenly, the man's low, magnetic voice sounded behind him.

An Yin had a feeling of being caught as a thief, but after thinking about it, she went back to her room and was bright, why should she be weak-hearted?

"I'll go back to sleep."

"I'm calling you here!" Qin Jian's tone sank a little.

An Yin was in pain all over, and she didn't plan to challenge the man's patience at this time, so she walked over honestly, groped her way to the bed, and lay down with her back to him by the side of the bed.

Qin Jian turned over, his arms wrapped around her waist, and in the next moment, she fell into his hot chest.

An Yin's body froze.

Qin Jian took off the belt of her bathrobe, peeled off it with the bathrobe, threw it under the bed, grabbed her waist again, tightened her arms, and made her fit her completely.

His hot skin ironed her, and An Yin's heart beat wildly, wanting to avoid it, but not daring to move.

She thought about Ali and couldn't help asking, "Does your words count?" ”

"Hmm." He kissed her on the side of the neck and whispered, "Sleep." His voice was thick with sleepiness.

An Yin waited for a while, there was no movement behind him, and his breathing became smooth, and she slept with him for more than a night or two, knowing that he was really asleep.

She wanted to turn to look at him, but she was afraid to turn over and wake him up.

Reached for the phone resting on the bedside table, turned on the mirror function, and secretly looked at the man behind him.

It's a pity that there is no light in the room, the light is very dim, and only a faint outline can be seen.

An Yin Shen pressed the ghost to take a picture.

The photo was pitch black, and her face was barely recognizable, while Qin Jian's couldn't see it clearly at all, and she could only dimly see the intimate figures hugging each other.

An Yin looked at the photo, her face was slightly hot, but there was a hint of sweetness in her heart.

Tiredness gradually set in.

An Yin put down the phone, turned over, wrapped her hand around the man's body, and hugged his sturdy back.

Qin Jian reflexively hugged her tightly.

Close to each other, rubbing against his shameful place, An Yin wanted to avoid it, but the man's arm tightened her firmly like an iron cast.

Qin Jian lowered his head and pressed his lips lightly against her forehead.

Her breath was his, and her turbulent heart gradually calmed down, closed her eyes, and snuggled deeper into the man's arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, An Yin woke up, closed her eyes, moved, and the touch of her skin rubbing against her skin made her sting, and the remnants of her drowsiness woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at Qin Jian's handsome and demonic face up close.

When I looked down, I found myself lying on the demon's body, and it was difficult to see and I couldn't look directly at my sleeping position.

Embarrassment!

An Yin peeked at the demon and didn't seem to have woken up yet.

Busy holding his breath, he carefully climbed down.

Suddenly, a large hand pressed her PP to stop her movements.

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