Qin Ning looked up, looked at the dark night, and took a deep breath.

Liu's mother was reminding him that approaching An Yin at this time would harm her.

If he hadn't known this, he wouldn't have guessed that something happened to An Yin, but he pretended not to know anything.

Mu Jiayin's nanny wished that people all over the world knew that Qin Jian had hurt Mu Jiayin.

Next, Yan Yong ran to Dongge several times a day, without even taking a nurse.

After thinking about it, he could already imagine that An Yin was not sick, but was injured by Qin Jian.

Qin Jian's ability is also rare among werewolfs.

If it is someone he is injured in his out of control, that person will not die, and he will not be far from death.

After receiving the news, he was anxious, but he did not dare to express it, for fear that the old man would take this opportunity to kill An Yin directly.

After enduring for two days, I couldn't bear it, so I waited for Liu Ma here.

He didn't ask for anything else, he just wanted to know if she could save her.

After hearing what Liu Ma said, the stone pressed on her heart could be considered as if it were to fall to the ground.

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An Yin woke up and was quiet around her. There was already a little light in the room, and it was probably dawn.

She was a little thirsty and wanted to get up and pour water to drink, but she saw a tall figure on the chair beside the bed.

An Yin was startled and looked carefully. It turned out that it was Qin Jian sitting on the chair in front of the bed, resting his head on the back of the chair behind him.

It seemed very uncomfortable and frowned.

His eyes were closed, his facial features were softer than usual, and his eyebrows were clear, making it difficult to associate it with his previous atrocities.

An Yin thought that for those two days, he kept asking for endlessly. He tightened his chest and couldn't help but pull the wound, causing her to groan in pain.

The voice was very light, but Qin Jian woke up suddenly, got up immediately, stood beside the bed, leaned over to look at her, "What's wrong?"

An Yin met his concerned gaze, and then saw the bloodshots in his eyes. Obviously, he sat here for another night.

For a moment I couldn't tell what it felt like.

With his domineeringness, he could go to bed and sleep with her, but he did not, but sat on a chair beside the bed.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he knew that she was still angry with him, so he stopped waiting for her to answer, reached out to lift the quilt on her body and checked her wounds by himself.

An Yin hugged her arm almost instinctively.

The sleeves shrank, revealing purple marks that had not yet dissipated from the snow-white arms.

Qin Jian's eyes moved from her hand that was wrapped around her chest to her eyes, looking at it, "Can you block it?"

An Yin's chest was blocked.

There is a huge gap in strength between men and women. Whatever he wants to do to her is futile.

She was the one who was angry and pulled him up.

An Yin turned her face and stopped looking at him, and at the same time let go of her hand.

In order to cover up some unknown traces on her body, she wore a nightgown buttoned to her neck.

Qin Jian was afraid of touching her wound, so he patiently unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

The surface of the wound on the shoulder is already healing and is still a little red and swollen.

He looked at it for a while, slowly lowered his head and kissed the wound.

An Yin shrank to the side in pain. He reached into the quilt and put his hand in her waist, not allowing her to avoid it.

After a pain on her shoulder, there was a slight itch. The itchy meaning spread like an electric current, which made her unable to help but tremble slightly, and her heart thumped away.

Qin Jian's eyes darkened, his lips left her wound and fell straight into the mouth of her chaotic heart.
Chapter completed!