However, she protected her thighs but failed to protect her upper body.

Zhan Linghan watched her long honey-collar hair scattering on the bed, and under the lights on the ceiling, it emitted a light golden luster. Her hair was still wet, and the water on her hair was bright.

The messy hair sticks to the shoulders and makes the skin on the shoulders look snowy and whiter.

The pure white bath towel slid from her shoulder to her elbow. She lay on the bed with deep ravines and a crisp, snow-white undulating like a mountain.

Zhan Linghan's throat tightened and suddenly realized that he could not breathe fresh air. His eyes became hot. After glimpsing the unobstructed spring light, his body naturally reacted.

Qingyan didn't notice Zhan Linghan's changes at all. She reached out and touched the sprained leg.

"Don't you help me rub it?" Her voice was clearly asking, but Zhan Linghan herself heard a different smell.

Knead, of course you have to knead!

Zhan Linghan knelt on the bed with one leg, and his big hand held Qingyan's injured ankle. Qingyan lay on the bed with her side, and her other foot could not be kicked to Zhan Linghan again.

Zhan Linghan helped her rub her legs, which was also a torture for him. The sound of Qingyan moaning in her ears. She couldn't stand the pain and would hum.

The sound was like a kitten's claws twitching Zhan Linghan's heart. His breathing gradually became heavier. His after-light glimpse always glimpsed Qingyan's shoulders trembled slightly every time he rubbed himself.

It's so harsh!

The sprained ankle became hot and hot in Zhan Linghan's hand. At first, his ankle was a little swollen, but it was slowly rubbed by Zhan Linghan to relieve the swelling.

Zhan Linghan gasped and he let go of Qingyan's ankles and found that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead and back.

Qingyan lay on the bed, because she was hurt by being rubbed just now, tears were hanging on the corners of her eyes.

She felt that her ankles were not so painful, and when she turned her head and looked at Zhan Linghan, Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Why did Zhan Linghan take it out of water more like she was fishing it out of water? The bangs on his forehead were soaked.

Is it that hot in the room? Or is it because he struggled to rub her feet that he sweated so much?

"Ling Han..." Qingyan called him softly. She got up from the bed and saw Zhan Linghan lifting his clothes with both hands and taking off his wet clothes.

He wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his clothes, glanced at Qingyan who was staring at him in confusion, and Zhan Linghan's Adam's apple rolled again.

"I'll take a shower." Zhan Linghan opened his mouth and his voice was extremely hoarse. He held clothes that could wrung out water and wanted to get off the bed, but his toes hooked the bath towel and pulled off Qingyan's body.

Qingyan muttered and hurriedly grabbed the bath towel that Zhan Linghan had torn off.

Chunguang collided into Zhan Linghan's sight, and his forehead was pounding wildly, and he couldn't help it!

He originally wanted to get out of bed, but now he turned around and stretched his long arms to hold Qingyan's back.

Qingyan grabbed the bath towel on her chest, and she crashed into Zhan Linghan's arms.

His chest was filled with heat and sweat, but Qingyan felt it smelled good, it was a lemongrass mixed with mint.

She lowered her eyes, and when she was tempted by this pleasant smell, she did not notice the danger approaching.

The next second, she was pressed onto the bed by Zhan Linghan. The other party kissed her domineeringly and strongly, stolen her breathing and thinking!
Chapter completed!