At this time, it was seen more than three years ago, and the feeling became stronger and stronger. An Yin even breathed a little uncomfortable in an instant.

I hurriedly reached out to get the hair dryer, "Don't, if you turn on the hair dryer, it will make Yueyue sleep."

Qin Jian's hand holding the hair dryer slightly moved away, avoiding An Yin's hand that reached out.

An Yin looked up and met his deep black eyes. The eyes were as deep as ever, but they seemed to have something more, which made her breathing suffocate.

Qin Jian glanced at her, then pressed her head, turned on the hair dryer, and said softly: "The child sleeps fast and still sleeps to death. If you take a drum in his ear, you will probably wake him up."

An Yin was about to refute, but she held her with a small hand. She lowered her head and saw that the baby was already asleep. After the baby fell asleep, his facial features relaxed and he looked more and more beautiful.

An Yin: "..." Sure enough, I slept fast.

Qin Jian turned on the hair dryer and blew An Yin's hair without saying a word.

He wanted to know how she had lived in the past three years, no matter how big or small, he wanted to know.

But he also knew that these three years were not a memory for her.

No matter which one I say, I'm afraid I'll think of her painful past.

When I think of this, I can't speak and dare not ask anything.

He didn't speak, and An Yin was silent.

I haven't touched her for more than three years, but he has been with her for so many years and dare not touch her rashly.

The hair gradually dried up, and the silky hair slid between his fingers, and the itch was slight itch. Even if it was just a few strands of hair, it made him unable to control it. Desire grew in his body. I really wanted to hold her into my arms and do whatever he wanted, but he did nothing, just blowing every strand of her hair seriously.

Her hair is very good, and even after staying in such a harsh environment for a few years, she is still smooth.

He was right beside her, and she could rub him with a slight movement.

I don’t know if it was because she was at his grandfather’s house, or because Qin Yue was there, or maybe she had too many wrong decisions before, which made her unable to forgive herself, and even she would feel guilty even when she threw herself into his arms for comfort.

An Yin sat motionlessly and did not dare to move.

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of a hairdryer.

Qin Jian stood beside the bed without touching An Yin. She turned to him sideways. The two were very close, so close that they could smell each other.

A trace of indescribable feelings lingered between the two.

The two of them obviously did nothing, but they made An Yin's ears more and more hotter than they did.

In just over a dozen minutes, An Yin's bones began to feel sore. After finally stopping the hair dryer, An Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say thank you, her chin tightened and she was lifted up. Qin Jian's handsome face instantly approached.

The man's strong breath penetrated into her nose.

Qin Yue's little hand was still holding her clothes tightly. An Yin was shocked. She was afraid of waking up Qin Yue, so she didn't dare to move. However, the hand that was on her side couldn't help but clench the quilt.

She thought that Qin Yue would not be too much, and at most he would let her go with a light kiss. Unexpectedly, his lips pressed heavily on her lips, and his tongue pried her straight away, curling her strongly, and his movements were domineering as always...

An Yin's heart was about to jump out of her chest. She subconsciously peeked at Qin Yue who was sleeping and pushed him away, trying to push him away.
Chapter completed!