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He looked left and right, but he didn't see An Yin, and he didn't know if Liu Aijia had succeeded.

looked at the closed door of the secret room again, but was taken aback by Qin Jian's cold eyes, quickly looked away, pretended to be fine, coughed dryly, turned around and walked away slowly.

Qin Jian watched Qin Xiu walk away coldly, and ordered Ah Li, who came with the old man, "Ah Li, you watch here, and when it is burned clean, deal with it." ”

"Yes, Third Young Master."

Qin Jian pushed open the door, and his eyes fell directly on the T-shirt that An Yin was still wearing.

An Yin hurriedly stepped back.

Qin Jian saw that there was more blood oozing from An Yin's shoulder, and her face was whiter, knowing that she couldn't take off her clothes at all.

He lifted An Yin up and sat down on the soft bed he was using for treatment.

"Painful ......"

Before An Yin finished speaking, he dragged her into her arms, she couldn't stand firmly, and fell down directly, straddle his lap.

Although he is dressed neatly, this posture is as ambiguous as it can be.

An Yin thought of the situation when he changed his clothes before, and his face was as red as a boiled prawn, and he hurriedly wanted to get off him.

He folded his arms and hugged her, watching with interest as the little sleepy beast in his arms struggled to death.

An Yin's shoulder injury was so painful that she didn't have much strength left, and after a while, she was so tired that she was panting, and finally resigned herself to no longer doing useless struggles.

Qin Jian said lazily, "Why don't you move?" I'm comfortable, and if I move again, maybe I'll ......."

An Yin was stunned for a moment, only to find that somewhere she was sitting, I don't know when she had already reacted, she struggled, and naturally rubbed on that thing.

At this moment, An Yin's heart was dead, his body stiffened, and he even stopped breathing, for fear of bringing more friction.

"Let go of me."

He glanced at her, his gaze resting on her shoulder.

She was in a state of turmoil, and the clothes on her shoulders were almost completely stained red with oozing blood.

Qin Jian grabbed her neckline and forced.

With a 'hiss', the fabric cracked, revealing a wound that had been scratched by the wolf's claws.

Her skin was too white and tender, the flesh was blurred, and the wound was particularly eye-catching, and the blood seeped slowly, but the skin around the wound was black.

His fingertips gently touched the wound, "Does it hurt?" ”

An Yin's wound was hot and painful, but Qin Jian touched the wound with his hand, but he didn't feel the pain, only a little numbness.

Shook his head.

Qin Jian's fingers were forced, "What about this?" ”

An Yin shook his head again, "It doesn't hurt to press it, I feel numb." ”

Qin Jian's pupils shrank for a moment.

The claws are poisonous.

Brushed away the sweat-soaked long hair on the side of Anyin's neck and lowered his head.

An Yin thought that Qin Jian was going to bite her again, thinking of the moment he was bitten by him last time, the pain that penetrated into the bones, before he opened his mouth, she already felt that the pain was unbearable.

"I'm hurt, you're going to bite me?"

"Hmm."

"Why?"

Qin Jian said: "You owe bite." ”

An Yin exploded directly, who owes the bite?

He didn't have to bite, opened his mouth to bite him, and bit him to death.

His eyes darkened, he turned his head away, bowed his head, and his lips fell on the wound on her shoulder.

An Yin's breath was suffocated.

Warm breath brushed her shoulders, and her soft tongue licked the wound little by little.

The slight thorns gradually turned into a crispy and soft itch, scratching the heart and lungs, and actually aroused the instinctive desire of the body.

With a hot brain, his hand slid towards his belt buckle.

He raised his eyes, looked at her with a smile, and suddenly sucked hard!

ps:It seems that there are a lot of babies who like our Qin demons.,The next chapter is half past eight.,The fruit is in PK.,Remember to order a little bit of the baby who hasn't collected the vote.。

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