However, An Yin can calm his restless genes.

Was it because my grandfather lied to him, or was there another reason?

Qin Jian took a deep breath and scattered the passionate scene in his mind. When he opened his eyes, the smooth touch seemed to be still between his fingertips...

The body felt hot.

Qin Jian frowned, turned over and got off the fence, returned to the bedroom, took off his shirt, walked towards the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and dripped his head down.

He supported the wall with his hands, and the water droplets flowed down his thin cheeks to his back. His back muscles were firm and tight, and his healthy wheat-colored skin was filled with a layer of water.

Twenty minutes later, he opened his eyes and the water dripped down his eyelashes.

He could no longer feel the coolness of the water, but the restlessness in his body continued to increase.

Turn off the water, pull off the bath towel, wipe the water from his body randomly, put on his clothes, and open the door and go out.

Qin Jian went to the library and opened the door and saw An Yin lying on the table, turning his pen holder all the time.

When he suddenly saw him, he was so scared that his pen fell to the ground.

"What's up?"

Qin Jian did not hum and walked to the sand in a corner of the library to sit down.

Seeing that he ignored her, An Yin stopped asking questions, bent down and picked up the pen that fell to the ground.

The skirt she was wearing was very slim. After bent down, her waist was slender, her small buttocks were round, and her waist line was outlined, which was extremely tempting.

Qin Jian looked at her, his eyes became heavier, he stood up, strode forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

An Yin was shocked and was about to turn around.

But he took the lead, pressed her on the table beside him, and pressed her down.

An Yin felt his burning heat and hardness through the fabric. He immediately panicked and struggled subconsciously, but he was held tightly by him and could not get up.

The more she moved, the more she rubbed him with a hard time. She lifted her skirt with her big hand and pulled off her panties very quickly.

An Yin heard a slight sound of unbuttoning the belt buckle, and her body tensed instantly.

She signed a contract with him, she had sold it to him, her body belonged to him, he wanted her, she could not refuse.

But she didn't expect to be here.

An Yin looked at the half-closed door uneasy.

The door of the library was not closed, and as long as someone walked to the door, they could see them like this.

Mr. Rong and Rong Xun have only been here today. If someone saw her and him here at this time, and still had such a shameful posture, what would you think of her?

She knew that he had a fiancée and signed a contract with him. She was humble and was not qualified to resent him. After she took his money, she was even less qualified to talk about dignity with him.

An Yin's eyes heated up and tears surged up. She quickly closed her eyes and forced herself to prevent the tears from falling.

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement behind him.

She opened her eyes and turned her head slowly.

Seeing Qin Jian's slender fingers resting motionless on the belt buckle, he felt her gaze, raised his eyes, and met her gaze, but he said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

He looked at her for a while, pulled up his panties that were strangled on her snowy white big legs, then pulled down his skirt, slowly retreated, and still sat back on the sand.

An Yin knew that he would not touch her anymore, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up straight, turned around, and looked at Qin Jian sitting on the sand. Qin Jian also looked at her, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

After a long time, Qin Jian lowered his eyebrows and slowly spoke, "Don't you read a book?"
Chapter completed!