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An Yin was frightened and looked up.

"Run for what?" Qin Jian's eyes were still closed, and his voice was thick with a lazy sleepiness, hoarse and sexual.

"Brush your teeth!" An Yin froze, she really didn't want him to see her virtue lying on him like a frog.

Qin Jian opened his eyes and looked down.

The quilt slid halfway away, and her indecent posture was clearly visible.

An Yin was so anxious that she was about to cry, and tried to move her body to get off him, but Qin Jian's big hand pressed her firmly, and she just writhed her body in vain.

Qin Jian pressed her tightly and frowned, "Don't move!" ”

An Yin stopped, and only after this pause did he notice a change in his body, and he immediately panicked.

Qin Jian's big hand held her waist and pressed her tightly towards him, so tight that she was almost out of breath.

An Yin looked at him nervously.

Qin Jian took out a free hand, clasped the back of her neck, pulled her towards him, and whispered in her ear, "I want you again." The hot breath he exhaled tickled at the base of her ears.

His words made An Yin so shy that she didn't know what to do, and her face suddenly seemed to be on fire.

An Yin pressed on him, feeling very uncomfortable and wanted to move away, but his strength was so great that she couldn't move away at all.

His hot fingertips rubbed against her cheeks and whispered, "Do it?" ”

An Yin's heart was beating again and again, looking into his eyes, he couldn't say the word 'no'.

Qin Jian's breathing became more and more muddy, and he suddenly turned over violently, enveloping her completely under himself.

He was tall and sturdy, and An Yin had just woken up, and he was very awake, and the heavy feeling of overbearing was so real that she was flustered.

Qin Jian stared at the little woman with a shy face, and finally lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek......

****

Two hours later, An Yin went downstairs.

Every step she took was like stepping on cotton, and every bone in her body was so sore that it seemed to be about to fall apart, and the worst thing was that somewhere in her body was even more scorching.

It's hard to describe what it tastes like.

An Yin really hated that bastard to death.

Walk into the restaurant.

Sister Ling is preparing a meal.

Qin Jian sat at the dining table and read the newspaper for a long time, looking radiant and neatly dressed, as if he had never done anything bastard.

When An Yin appeared at the door of the restaurant, he raised his eyes to look at her, and his gaze inadvertently swept over a certain part of her body.

Where to look?

An Yin glared back unattractively, not daring to scold out loud because of Sister Ling's presence.

Qin Jian met her angry gaze and raised his eyebrows, as if smiling rather than smiling.

Ten minutes ago, he was going to carry her downstairs.

But this time is the time for Sister Ling to cook, in front of Sister Ling, he was carried downstairs by him, she might as well die.

She refused to live or die, insisting on not going downstairs with him.

Qin Jian knew that she was thin-skinned and didn't want to be seen by Wu Ling, so he followed her and went downstairs first.

At this moment, looking at her death to save face and suffer crimes, I couldn't help but laugh.

Wu Ling heard movement behind him, turned around, and saw An Yin's face pale, "An Yin, your face is so bad, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"No, no, I just didn't sleep well last night."

An Yin hurriedly pretended to be fine, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Qin Jian's eyes were more playful, and only then did she react, her sentence of 'I didn't sleep well last night' was originally very ordinary, but when it came to him, it became another meaning, and she almost vomited blood.

Wu Ling glanced at Qin Jian, and didn't ask any more questions.

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