Qin Jian heard her footsteps and turned around and glanced at her, "There will be food soon."

An Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why, I'm afraid I'll run away, so I won't talk to you?" He glanced at her, turned around, and continued his work.

An Yin was told to the point, and silently walked over, saw what he was doing, and saw him making soup, and said, "I'll do it."

"Aren't you tired?" Qin Jian did not give up his seat.

An Yin knew that he was talking about last night, blushed, gritted her teeth, and said, "I'm tired."

Qin Jian smiled, "If you are tired, go and stay there."

An Yin suddenly realized that he was just as a bastard as before.

However, after standing for a while, she felt weak and no longer showed off. She sat down on the bar chair and looked at the man beside the stove.

He was wearing only a nightgown, his belt was tied loosely, revealing a small piece of skin on his chest. The African sun made his skin no longer the wheat color as before, but a slightly darker bronze color.

The change in skin color did not make him ugly, but he was a different handsome person.

During those years when he was abroad, his appearance appeared in her mind every day.

Even though she remembered his appearance clearly, it was all false. Now that he was really in front of her, she felt that she couldn't see enough no matter how much she looked.

An Yin's mind saw what he looked like last night, and she cursed in her heart, "Strange!"

Qin Jian knew that she was looking at him, but ignored her and let her watch.

An Yin got up, walked behind him, and stretched her hand over his waist.

Qin Jian stopped his hand, "An Yin?"

An Yin did not answer, hugged him, leaned over, his face pressing against his back, "I miss you so much."

Qin Jian's body froze instantly, and he almost forgot to breathe.

After a while, I remembered the soup that was still being cooked, turned off the fire, turned around, and looked down at the little woman leaning against his arms.

An Yin leaned on his chest, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and his panicless heart was a little better.

Qin Jian lowered his head and kissed her. She raised her head and let him kiss her, but he just touched her lips lightly, and did not go deeper.

An Yin raised her hand and stroked his cheeks much thinner than before, "Tell me, what is your body right now."

"What do you think?"

"How do I know?"

"Did I not work hard enough last night? I made you think I was in poor health?"

"You know I'm not talking about this."

"A man is in good health, can't the bed explain the problem?" He hung his hands and hugged her legs and picked her up. "If you didn't feel it last night, let's go again until you feel it."

An Yin was so angry that she grinded her teeth, so she stopped going around with him, "Have you ever had a slept in the past few years?"

"I have been living for so long and say I don't have an attack, and you don't believe it."

“How often does it happen?”

"Not sure."

"About."

"If you think so hard that you have no place to ejaculate, you will have an attack. As for how long it takes, it is not certain." Qin Jian gently twisted her earlobe with his fingers, and his voice lured her, "You feed me more, and naturally he won't attack."

An Yin directly ignored his joke, "If it's really like you said, why do you have the idea of ​​death? Is the cup in your body hopelessly, or do you quit the family, what will they do to you?"

With the example of Gu Luan, An Yin must not think about that aspect.

Qin Jian frowned, "Why do you think so?"
Chapter completed!