Yan Xiaoyi's eyes fixed on Qiao Jin.
She didn't speak.
He became more and more uneasy.
After a while, Qiao Jin stood up in a panic: "I just... just feel that your hands are cold, so, so..."
He stammered his explanation, his face full of tension.
Just now he vowed that as soon as Yan Xiaoyi woke up, he would tell her how he felt.
At this time, those words had already been completely forgotten because of the nervousness when facing Yan Xiaoyi.
His stuttering explanation stopped because Yan Xiaoyi sat up slowly.
Qiao Jin pressed Yan Xiaoyi in a panic: "You can't move around now, before the doctor comes, lie down and rest!"
As soon as the words were finished, Yan Xiaoyi's body limply fell towards him.
Immediately, without warning, he stretched out his hands and wrapped them around his strong waist.
That pale little face was pressed against his belly.
The clothes were thin, and Qiao Jin could clearly feel Yan Xiaoyi's cold face through a thin layer of material.
"Qiao Jin..." Yan Xiaoyi slightly parted her pale thin lips, calling his name softly.
Because of this action, the wounds on the body were involved, and there was a sharp pain like tearing.
Yan Xiaoyi's eyes were red, her small bracelet was tightened, and her voice revealed a hint of grievance: "Qiao Jin... Qiao Jin..."
Qiao Jin was stunned.
She... Didn't she get angry because she shook her hand without authorization
And actively wrapped his arms around his waist
Qiao Jin's heart was beating wildly, and his whole body became inexplicably hot.
He looked at the girl who was holding him, his body was stiff, and his arms stretched out towards her tremblingly.
He wanted to surround Yan Xiaoyi.
But she was afraid of being rejected by Yan Xiaoyi.
"Could it be... you hate me so much?" Yan Xiaoyi suddenly raised her head, looking at him with misty eyes.
The beautiful eyes are reddish, revealing a thin mist.
Qiao Jin's heart was suffocated, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold her face, and gently stroked her eyes: "How could I hate you, Xiao Yi, how could I hate you..."
How can I hate you before I like you
Don't cry, I will feel bad when you cry.
Qiao Jin silently added another sentence in his heart.
His slender fingers gently stroked Yan Xiaoyi's eyes.
Yan Xiaoyi's small hands wrapped around his waist and abdomen with increased strength, as if she enjoyed Qiao Jin's touch very much.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the pain between her brows eased a little.
For a long time, I didn't get the touch I imagined.
Yan Xiaoyi opened her eyes suspiciously.
But he saw Qiao Jin staring at her, wondering what he was thinking.
Yan Xiaoyi blinked her eyes in a daze, and her soft body lay softly on him.
The woman's soft body, especially the soft part in front of Yuexiong, clings to his chest.
Qiao Jin is full of vigor, and in his arms is his beloved woman.
Immediately, her body tensed up, and she stretched out her hand to break Yan Xiaoyi's hand.
"Ugh... it hurts..." Yan Xiaoyi refused to let go, for some reason, every time her body moved, she felt a dull pain.
It seems that the internal organs have been torn apart.
Why... Can I still feel such clear pain in my dream
However, she still endured the pain, just wanting to hug Qiao Jin tightly.
This is her own dream.
Only in the dream, this man will belong to her alone.
Only in her dream can she do to him without any scruples, everything she wants to do.
She didn't want to wake up, and she didn't want to let go of him in the dream.
This is her dream.
so…
You can do whatever you want.
Just keep him.
Thinking of this, Yan Xiaoyi bit her lower lip and held Qiao Jin's hand: "Qiao Jin, I hurt...why does my body hurt so much..."