Seeing Qiao Zian, Shen Yitong naturally dared not tell the truth.
"An'an woke up and wanted to find something to eat. I - I fell."
Seeing that Shen Yitong was already dressed and carrying a backpack, Qiao Zian clearly wanted to go out. He knew it in his heart. But she didn't expose her lies.
"Is it hurt? Where does it hurt?"
Qiao Zian walked down and helped Shen Yitong up.
"Foot—back—" Shen Yitong said softly.
There was a stabbing pain in the back. She wondered if her lumbar spine was broken
Shen Yitong was injured. This secret escape plan ended in failure.
Xiao An'an was taken back to the room by the nanny to sleep.
Qiao Zian carried Shen Yitong back to the room.
"Ah—don't—" Shen Yitong struggled.
"Don't move! Be quiet! Do you still want to wake up Mom and Dad?"
Shen Yitong calmed down instantly, and Ren Qiao Zian carried her into the big room.
This room is their wedding room in the old house. There is also their wedding photo hanging above the bed. Everything is exactly the same as before.
She has been "dead" for three years, why does Qiao Zian still keep her things
Shen Yitong's heart was touched, and there was an inexplicable feeling.
Qiao Zian grabbed Shen Yitong's feet. I took a look. His face changed slightly.
"Dislocated!"
Qiao Zian gently rubbed her ankle, and suddenly turned her wrist vigorously.
"It hurts-"
Shen Yitong screamed miserably, tears flowed from the pain.
"Stop barking. Help you reset your joints. Barking so loudly. What do people think we are doing?"
"What? What can we do?" Shen Yitong retorted dissatisfied.
"We haven't had sex for three years. There are many things we can do." Qiao Zian suddenly raised his head and stared at her with a smile.
Shen Yitong was slightly taken aback. When he realized it, his face turned red instantly.
Fortunately, Qiao Zian didn't continue talking. Went out to get medicine.
He put medicine on her ankle, so gentle and delicate, it brought back her sleeping memory. The soft string that settled in the bottom of my heart was opened.
"Turn over and lie down!" Qiao Zian ordered suddenly.
"Ah? Why?" Shen Yitong didn't understand.
"I'll put medicine on your back."
"oh."
Shen Yitong turned over and lay down cooperatively.
Qiao Zian opened his clothes. Seeing that her white back was indeed red and bruised.
"Does it hurt?" He asked while applying the medicine.
Shen Yitong shook his head, "It hurt a lot just now, but it doesn't hurt much now. It shouldn't be a serious problem."
"I'm going to the doctor tomorrow morning."
Qiao Zi'an gently rubbed her back, his fingertips lightly brushed her smooth skin, his eyes became deeper and deeper.
"Yitong—" he softly called out.
"Um?"
"I've been guarding myself for three years."
"Um?"
Shen Yitong frowned lightly, suddenly unable to understand what Qiao Zian said.
She didn't recover until her pants were taken off.
She blushed and turned her head to stare angrily.
"Qiao Zian, what are you doing?"
"Yitong, give it to me! Okay? It's been three years, three years..."
give give give...
At such a time, he still thinks about this matter! It's only been three years, hasn't she not been involved in this kind of thing for three years
Why don't you see her empty and lonely
Seeing that Shen Yitong didn't say a word, Qiao Zian thought he had acquiesced, and suppressed him directly.
"ah-"
Shen Yitong exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Zi'an asked.
"pain-"
"Where does it hurt?"
"Chest. It's heavy! It's on me—"
"Oh, sorry, let me see—"
Shen Yitong wanted to struggle, but Qiao Zian's hand was firmly held down, unable to move.