Before An Yin could react, the porcelain piece in his hand had somehow reached his hand.

"I'm just not interested." Qin Jian threw the porcelain tiles off the bed.

"Can I go back?" An Yin pressed down the stone on his heart and fell to the ground.

"You don't want to stir up my interest, so go to sleep." His voice was cold, but there was a dullness of unfulfilled desire.

An Yin was afraid of stirring up his fire again, so he quickly closed his eyes and stiffened his body and did not dare to move.

She was wrapped in a quilt, but he held her tightly in his arms, and you could feel his strong and powerful arms, as well as his strong body.

He didn't touch her again, but she found it extremely difficult.

I didn't dare to open my eyes, but I always felt that he was looking at her, and his sharp and cold gaze devoured her little by little.

She didn't know how she ended up falling asleep.

****

The next morning, Anyin turned over in a daze, and immediately felt that he was clinging to a warm body, and then found that his breath was full of the familiar smell of a man.

Slowly looking up, I saw the man's cold and beautiful chin line, and then up were thin lips, a high nose bridge, eyes closed, eyeliner outlined a beautiful arc, and thick long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his fair face.

When he fell asleep, he lost his usual indifference, he was handsome and elegant, and his facial features were delicate and good-looking.

An Yin's body stiffened, her brain crashed directly, and she really slept in his bed all night.

It's miserable, it's miserable.

Now go out and be seen by other servants, and I don't know how to talk nonsense.

An Yin grabbed the arm that was across her waist, lifted it gently, and then carefully rubbed her body out.

It wasn't until he was away from the man's body that he gently lowered his strong arm.

got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground, and almost scolded his mother in a depressed manner.

Good clothes, torn into rags by bastards, can't be worn at all.

A black nightgown slammed into her head, and a metal fire was heard.

An Yin's body stiffened, pulled off his nightgown, and raised his head.

Qin Jian didn't know when he woke up, he was sitting on the bed, burying his head in a cigarette, and when he saw her looking at him, he raised his eyelids to look at her.

With just one glance, his gaze moved away from her face and moved downward, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a playful evil smile.

An Yin suddenly realized that she climbed out of bed naked, and her little face suddenly turned red into cooked prawns, "Don't look at it." ”

Qin Jian extinguished the fire, leaned back on the bed, and spit out a puff of smoke, not only did not avoid it, but stared at her more unscrupulously, and the corners of his mouth showed a faint taste.

begging him is boring for himself.

An Yin hurriedly shook off the men's nightgown in his hand, wrapped himself up, turned and ran to the door.

Qin Jian looked at An Yin, who ran faster than a rabbit, and his cold dark eyes sank.

An Yin remembered the clothes she took off here last time, Wu Ling took them and washed them, but she didn't return them, she should have left them in the room where she used to live.

rushed into her original room in one breath, and saw that Qin Jian did not block her, and did not meet other servants on the way, so she leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and just changed my clothes, someone knocked on the door, "Anyin." ”

It was Wu Ling's voice.

An Yin opened the door and saw Wu Ling standing at the door with a breakfast tray.

"Sister Ling, why are you here?"

ps: After writing the hot wife, I'll update it again.