Qin Jian curled his lips lightly, pinched her chin, and kissed her, "Don't feel comfortable?"

An Yin's face was so hot that she was "uncomfortable."

"Discomfort?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with an unconcealed playful smile. He leaned over and said softly in her ear: "I'm panting when I'm asleep, but I dare to say I feel uncomfortable?"

An Yin's already hot little face suddenly caught fire and directly burned into a steamed pig's head, "You bastard."

Qin Jian laughed softly, bowed and kissed her, and began to continue the unfinished work.

An Yin was going to go to school, and Qin Jian no longer had any rest of his entanglement. After sending her to the extreme again, he completely released her and carried the soft little woman into the bathroom and put it into the bathtub.

The hot water overflowed the body, and An Yin sighed comfortably.

"Sleep a little longer." Qin Jian entered the water and kissed her.

An Yin was so tired that she closed her eyes obediently.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn.

I turned over and felt dry and comfortable.

But then an unspeakable heat came, which made her frown.

Qin Jian felt the little woman in his arms awake, opened his eyes and happened to see her frown brows, "It hurts?"

His voice was hoarse afterwards.

"Yeah." An Yin's little face wrinkled into a bun. The bastard didn't care whether she was asleep or not, and tossed her all night.

He stood up and lifted the quilts covering the two of them.

When An Yin turned over, she knew that she had no clothes on her body, so she quickly grabbed the quilt and said, "What are you doing?"

"Let me see." He didn't stop all night, and he was really too indulgent, and he might have really hurt her.

"..." An Yin's body stiffened and she held the quilt even harder, "No."

Her strength was useless in front of him. He just pulled the quilt aside with a light pull.

An Yin subconsciously wanted to cover her, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her head down, looking down.

An Yin was so embarrassed that she wanted to die and struggled to get out.

"If you want to flirt with me, just move hard." Qin Jian glanced at her indifferently, separated her and looked at her carefully.

The woman's weak body is covered with blue, red, bruises and purple.

Qin Jian frowned, looked at her for a while, kissed her, let go of her hand that bound her, and took her back into his arms.

Her little face turned red, "Have you seen enough?"

He kissed her, "I'll send me medicine."

After saying that, I took out my hand and picked up my phone.

"No." An Yin knew who he would call to deliver medicine, so she panicked and snatched the cell phone in his hand.

"Be good, don't go, you still have to go to school."

If she doesn't take medicine now, she will not be able to walk like this.

An Yin was so aggrieved that he was very aggrieved, "You know now that I'm in school, what have you been doing?"

"Well, it's me that's not good." He said that he was not good, but he didn't have the tone of admitting his mistake.

An Yin pursed her mouth: "Bird!"

Qin Jian smiled, hugged her tightly, and stopped her from moving, and dialed out the phone.

Anyin: "…"

Fifteen minutes later, the inside phone rang.

Qin Jian answered the phone and it was a servant who called it.

"Young Master, the medicine has been delivered and it has been placed at the door."

"good."

Qin Jian let her go, got out of bed and opened the door.

There was no one outside the door, only a box of ointment was placed.

An Yin's little face instantly turned red as if he was about to drip bleeding.

Seeing Qin Jian return to the bed, he lifted the quilt straight away, and hurriedly grabbed the quilt, "I'll do it myself."

Qin Jian stood beside the bed and looked at the shy little woman, put the ointment on the bed, took the clothes, and turned into the bathroom.

An Yin breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!