Murong Yan's eyes were tightly closed, and love-lust and pain were entangled and burning his brain.

He snorted, quickly pulled out her little hand, and walked towards the big bed with her kiss.

His head was buzzing at the moment, and he didn't know if it was right or wrong.

But every word she said, every action, made his heart ache like a pinprick, she had forced him into a desperate situation, and there was no way out.

On the long-haired carpet, her clothes were scattered all over the ground, and Murong Yan kissed her fiercely, trembling even when she took off her clothes.

She burned so badly that his fingertips trembled, and he had planned to be gentle, but her little hands couldn't wait to take off his clothes, and he couldn't take them off.

Her longing made him uncontrollable, and he continued to move in a burning heartache.

Eventually, she was drenched in sweat and screaming to escape, but was pulled back by his strong arms and forcibly pressed under her to possess it more fiercely.

After it was over, her heat had not subsided, and her whole body seemed to have been fished out of water, and her red fingerprints were all over her back and slender waist.

Murong Yan gently kissed her sweaty forehead, carried her into the bathroom to take a bath, and then fed her medicine.

For the next whole day, Zhao Zhenshan was in a coma, and Murong Yan stayed by the bedside every step, for fear that she would wake up uncomfortable.

Zhao Qishan also slept unsteadily, faintly, she could always feel a voice whispering in her ear, begging her to get better.

It wasn't until the next night that she finally fell asleep.

…………………………

When Zhao Qishan woke up, he felt dizzy in front of him.

"Hmm......" As soon as she muttered, a handsome face enlarged appeared in front of her.

"Shan'er, are you still uncomfortable? How does it feel? What else is uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water? ”

The man asked several questions in a row, and the corners of Zhao Qishan's mouth couldn't help but pull a smile.

Seeing her smile, Murong Yan thought something was wrong, and hurriedly leaned over and pressed it against her forehead, confirming that her fever had subsided, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shan'er, you're scared of me......"

There was a hint of choking in the man's deep voice.

Zhao Zhenshan's heart bulged, and he couldn't bear to blame him after all.

Reaching out to touch his cheek, he said with difficulty, "Brother Murong, I'm fine." ”

Murong Yan was stunned as if flattered, and asked, "Shan'er, aren't you angry?" ”

Zhao Qishan shook his head, "You can't treat me like that in the future, I don't know how uncomfortable I am when you say those words...... I didn't want to go with him, you pushed me away......"

Biting his lip tightly, the wings of his nose were sore, and the crystal liquid swirled in his eyes.

Murong Yan's heart was full of pain, he kept kissing her forehead, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm too nervous, I'm afraid that you really left with him, and I'm nervous when you look at him......"

Murong Yan hugged Zhao Qishan tightly, and the two of them talked for a while, and they both felt that their mood that had been hazy for many days instantly improved.

"Wife, what do you want to eat, I'll get it for you."

Hearing him shout "wife", Zhao Zhenshan's face suddenly turned red and gave him a white look, "I want to drink water, I'm thirsty......"

Murong Yan scratched her nose, her eyes were full of pampering, "Okay, I'll pour it for you." ”

Looking at her sipping water, Murong Yan sighed heavily in his heart.