"Child?" Qiao Jin held her by the shoulders and opened the distance between them, "You mean child?"
The cheeks of the woman in her arms were rosy, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she was as enchanting as a fox.
Qiao Jin's heart was beating violently.
The five fingers clasped on her shoulders tightened even more.
It shows his forbearance at this time.
Although, Qiao Jin has never had too much in-depth contact with any woman since she was a child.
But he understands that this feeling is a man's hopelessness.
Every man will understand without a teacher what to do next.
"Yes, our child." She winked her beautiful eyes at him coquettishly, limply slumped in his arms, and kissed him casually.
"Then... what about him?" Qiao Jin's throat rolled, and he asked with force.
right…
child…
How could he and Yan Xiaoyi have a child
This must be hallucination.
He cannot sink into the illusion!
"Are you teasing me on purpose?" The woman raised her fist and lightly landed on his chest.
With a woman's coquettish voice, it sounded in her arms: "It's not that you said that you would give me another child, and that you would give me a surprise today, so I sent him away..."
By the end, her voice was getting lower and lower.
In the end, she was ashamed and buried in his arms.
Qiao Jin took a tight breath, staring deeply at the woman in his arms with his dark eyes.
Her little face is flushed, like a pure girl, fascinating.
Her beautiful eyes are hazy, and she is full of coquettishness, which is infatuating.
This... is not an illusion.
How could this be an illusion
He has Yan Xiaoyi, their children, their home.
How could it be an illusion
Here... is where he really belongs.
"Ah Jin... where's the surprise?" The woman looked up at him slightly with a blushing face.
Qiao Jin's eyes gradually darkened.
He stretched out his long arms and hugged her in his arms.
After crossing the fence, he walked directly into the wooden house, leaned over and pressed her on the bed.
The hoarse voice was full of hopelessness: "Surprise, I'll give it to you right now."
The woman under him smiled coquettishly, wrapped her hands around his neck, and offered her red lips.
Qiao Jin leaned over and was about to kiss her...
Suddenly, an angry voice sounded in my mind: "Qiao Jin! Since you like Tao Tao so much, why don't you go to her and harass me for what? I don't want to see you! I hate you!"
"Qiao Jin! I hate you!"
"Qiao Jin! I hate you!"
"..."
Qiao Jin felt a tightness in his chest, and his expression was a little dazed.
The woman under him slightly arched her body and approached him: "Ah Jin, what's wrong?"
"You..." Qiao Jin frowned, covering his chest with one hand.
How is this going
Wasn't that voice just now Yan Xiaoyi's voice
She said, hate him
But the woman under him called him "Ajin" gently with the same voice.
Why, the heart will feel very painful, uncomfortable
"Ah Jin... don't think about it, you have to think about it again, in your heart, in your eyes, just think about me, think about me..."
The woman below seemed to sense his inattention.
The arched body was completely attached to Qiao Jin's body.
She wrapped her arms around Qiao Jin's neck, kissing him warmly, teasing his senses.
Only this time, Qiao Jin didn't feel as bewitched as before.
There is no feeling of sinking into it.
The stuffy feeling in his chest made him have no time to care about the woman's teasing.
Stretching out his hand, he pushed the woman away, and he rolled over and got out of bed.
"Ah Jin..." she called out in a panic, reaching out her hand, trying to grab Qiao Jin.
However, Qiao Jin shook off her hand, put one hand on his chest, and the other on his forehead: "No... no..."