Xin Ai cried out: "How could I? I'm so good, how could I seduce you?"
Jian Zechuan pressed Xin Ai's waist hard, pressing her whole body closer to him, "That's it now."
The suppressed voice was so sexy that his eyes were like the flames of a burner under the iceberg. Xin Ai trembled: "I..."
What else can be said
After a while, Xin Ai pressed Jian Zechuan's chest with both hands and tried to hold it up a little, and said seriously: "It's really not my fault that I'm beautiful."
Jian Zechuan glanced at Xin Ai Huanai's peach-colored face and narrowed his eyes, "Is it still my fault?"
Xin Ai sighed, patted Jian Zechuan's chest gently with her little hand, and said seriously: "Uncle... you are not young anymore. If you continue like this, I'm worried about you... ah..."
Before he could finish speaking, the person was turned over and pressed down again.
After a long time, a breeze blew in, and the window screen raised a beautiful arc. Xin Ai's crying and trembling voice was as soft as the spring breeze blowing through the newly sprouted willows. It swayed gently, swaying like a cardamom girl walking. The slender waist that twists every now and then is as soft as the heart, and the heart is itching to the bones.
Xin Ai regretted it to death. She shouldn't have said something bad about men.
All men in the world are unwilling to hear this, even Jian Zechuan is no exception.
"Uncle... have mercy on me, I was wrong... I know you are powerful, I'm worried
It’s superfluous. You are so powerful that even if you are old, you will still get stronger and stronger..."
Well, it’s better not to say this.
Xin Ai shamelessly said a lot of things that she was ashamed to say before finally coaxing Jian Zechuan.
After the violent storm passed, Xin Ai tried her best to roll out of Jian Zechuan's arms, like a withered flower blown by the wind and rain, paralyzed and unable to open her eyelids.
Later, she was showered by Jian Zechuan. She couldn't remember when she came out.
Jian Zechuan carried Xin Ai out, threw her on the bed, and swept her body covered with water drops. His breathing was a little tight. Her body was covered with peach blossoms, which were painted by his own hands.
The big bed was already messy. Jian Zechuan really didn't want to sleep here, so he put a sheet on Xin Ai and went to the second bedroom.
A few minutes later, he came back, wiped the water off Xin Ai's body, and carried her to the next door.
The sky is whitening, and the sleeping city has not yet awakened.
Xin Ai suddenly screamed and sat up from his bed.
Her face was pale, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, her body was shaking, her pupils were constricted, she was obviously very frightened.
Jian Zechuan opened his eyes and looked at her lightly: "I have a nightmare."
When Xin Ai came back to her senses, she saw that she was sleeping next to the bed again, an arm's length away from Jian Zechuan. The air between the two seemed to be cold.
She looked around. This was the first time she was sleeping.
It was the master bedroom. Thinking of the trouble last night, Xin Ai couldn't help but get hot on his face.
Xin Ai lowered his head, his hair falling down to cover the expression on his face: "Well, I had a terrible nightmare."
She dreamed about Zhao Tiande, and the scene where he died on her side. Last night, it became her nightmare.
Thinking about it now, Xin Ai still felt chills all over, and fear was all-pervasive, entering her body and making her scared. She turned to look at Jian Zechuan, bit her lip, and wanted to get closer, hoping to find someone to dispel her fear.
Jian Zechuan woke up for the first time. His hair was messy, his eyes were lazy, his upper body was wet, and there were scratches and teeth marks on his chest. Xin Ai's face turned a little red when he saw it. She seemed to be quite violent last night.
He glanced at the darker kiss marks on Xin Ai's body. He seemed to have lost some of his energy after being woken up. He asked kindly: "What nightmare?"
Xin Ai didn't say anything, but moved her body, "Uncle, your body hurts, can you give me a hug?"
She was really uncomfortable, especially her waist and legs. Even the slightest movement would make her shed tears of pain.
Xin Ai's charming eyes were full of affection, with water vapor swirling in her eyes, and her eyes were reflecting the misty rain on the West Lake. Most of the people who saw her at this moment would want to be carried into the misty rain and never want to climb out.
But her beauty and coquettishness seemed to have no effect on Jian Zechuan.
He half-closed his eyes and looked at her as if he were a stranger.
When she wakes up, she hugs her, and when she falls asleep, she rolls her body as far as she can.
Jian Zechuan is sometimes curious about how long it will take for this woman to act in a play that she says she likes so much that she can't even deceive herself and wants to deceive others
Xin Ai stretched out her hand, hooked one of his fingers, and Nunuo shouted: "Third brother..."
Jian Zechuan moved his fingers, and there were many people calling him third brother, but when these two familiar words came out of Xin Ai's mouth, there was a twist and a delicate ending, as if her hand was touching him It feels like I've been scratched on my chest, it's crispy and numb.
That was actually a feeling that no one had ever given me.
Jian Zechuan pinched Xin Ai's finger and said, "Don't you call me uncle anymore?"
Xin Ai wrinkled her nose: "I won't bark anymore, and I won't bark anymore in the future. You are so young, and your uncle will call you old."
The corner of Jian Zechuan's mouth moved. This little girl always liked to bark randomly and dared to yell anything. She pretended to be well-behaved on the surface, but in fact she was more courageous than anyone else.
Otherwise, he would not let her roam around in his life step by step.
Jian Zechuan stretched out his hand towards Xin Ai.
The moment she leaned into Jian Zechuan's arms, Xin Ai had another moment of illusion, as if they were a serious couple, cuddling together to keep each other warm.
Perhaps because that dream was too scary, Xin Ai was a little addicted to Jian Zechuan's arms and was reluctant to leave.
But Xin Ai knew very well
Chu, no matter how tacitly the bodies cooperate, the distance between the hearts is light years away and they can never get closer.
Even now she seems to be able to jump around in front of Jian Zechuan. It seems that he is a little more doting on her, but... Xin Ai knows that his doting is not for people, but for pets. of.
It is emotionless and cold!
It will be taken away at any time, and it is also the cheapest.
Xin Ai listened to Jian Zechuan's beating heartbeat and asked deliberately: "Uncle... do you like me?"
Jian Zechuan's heartbeat rhythm did not change at all, and his breathing was steady. He closed his eyes, pinched the back of Xin Ai's neck, and asked lazily: "What do you think?"
Xin Ai rubbed her cheek against his chest: "I'm sure... I don't like it, but it doesn't matter, it's enough that I like you."
She felt Jian Zechuan's chest vibrate twice, and vaguely heard his unclear chuckle. His hand slid down from the back of her neck: "It's almost dawn. Do you want to sleep, or..."
Xin Ai trembled and said immediately: "Sleep, sleep, sleep..."
Said "sleep" three times in a row!
Xin Ai thrust her head into his arms and refused to look up again.
Last night had really used up all her energy and strength. She didn't want to come again, it would kill someone.
The corners of Jian Zechuan's lips raised, and that faint smile was more dazzling than the sunlight passing through the clouds.
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