Qin Jian smiled when he smelled the special fragrance released from An Yin's body, and stroked his hand on her smooth skin, "Did you think?"

"No." An Yin denied without thinking.

“I smelled it.”

“…”

A smile appeared on the pair of demonic eyes, both evil and bad.

An Yin's face was flushed with embarrassment, and quickly reached out to cover his eyes, "You change back."

Qin Jian pulled down her little hand, held her little hand, and took a light bite between her fingers that looked like onion, "Give me a reason."

"There is no reason." An Yin didn't want to say that she couldn't resist the temptation of his eyes.

Qin Jian smiled at her, lowered his head and bit her gently, "Do it?"

"I'm going to work." An Yin looked at Zhong on the wall.

Half past ten!

After An Yin was stunned, her face changed and she pushed him in panic, trying to come out of his arms, "It's a pity, I'm absent from work, and I'm going to be cut to death by the professor when I go back."

"Xiang Shaolong sent me a text message early in the morning saying that you will have a rest today."

"He gave me a holiday, why did he send you a text message?"

"He doesn't have your phone number."

"..." An Yin then remembered that she had a cell phone and did not tell anyone else.

But, when the professor sent a text message to Qin Jian, isn’t that the same as knowing that she lives with Qin Jian?

This perception made An Yin feel uncomfortable all over.

Qin Jian raised his hand and raised An Yin's chin, "We have a whole day today."

An Yin was close to him, feeling the man's body change rapidly, thinking of the indulgence last night, and thinking of what he saw when he saw mind reading, it was like a basin of ice water pouring down his head.

"Qin Jian, let's talk."

Qin Jian's hand that was stroking her stopped. He looked at her quietly, and the bright color in his eyes faded, returning to the bottomless blackness.

"Professor Xiang really said, give me a vacation?"

"Um."

An Yin looked back at the human form and snorted.

Qin Jian would not act like this. He said that if there is, there must be.

An Yin was thinking about how to speak, Qin Jian let her go, turned over and got out of bed, and took off the nightgown on the ground and put it on.

He felt that An Yin’s next topic would not be pleasant, and he did not want to discuss unpleasant things with her in bed.

"What's wrong?" An Yin grabbed his sleeve.

Qin Jian tied his belt and looked back at her, "I don't want to talk about it when I'm hungry."

She has never eaten or drunk water since she came back last night.

He had been looking for her outside for a few years, and had been used to being full and hungry, but he didn't expect her to ruin her body when she was hungry.

An Yin let go and wrapped herself in the quilt into the bathroom.

Qin Jian didn't look back at her. When he heard the bathroom door close, his brows furrowed. What did she see?

Thinking of this, Qin Jian felt inexplicably irritated. He picked up the cigarette from the bedside table, walked to the window, opened the curtains, walked to the balcony, leaned against the railing, and lit the cigarette.

I took a deep breath of the cigarette and slowly spit it out. The cigarette swayed, but the anxiety became more and more intense.

He took two sips of cigarettes, looked up at the closed bathroom door, sighed, threw the cigarette he had only sucked two sips on the ground, stepped on it, left the balcony, went to the next door to wash and then went downstairs to cook.

I haven't moved the late night snack I brought back last night. I use the microwave to heat it up and make some food to make a meal.

An Yin came out of the bathroom and didn't see Qin Jian, and felt panic.

I hurried downstairs and heard a slight movement in the kitchen.
Chapter completed!