Hearing Yan Xiaoyi's cry of pain, Qiao Jin panicked.
Where dare to struggle for half a point
Looking at Yan Xiaoyi with worried eyes, Qiao Jin asked helplessly, "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Just hold on, the doctor will be here soon, I'll urge the doctor to come over and show you, don't cry..."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the two hands around his waist tightly wrapped around him, and he refused to let go no matter what.
"Xiaoyi, you..."
Qiao Jin didn't dare to move too much, for fear that it would involve Yan Xiaoyi's wound.
Before he could speak, Yan Xiaoyi grabbed his hand.
She took his big palm and put it in front of her: "I'm in pain...it hurts so much...Qiao Jin, what should I do, I'm in so much pain that I'm about to die..."
Qiao Jin's mind went blank for a while.
It was as if a ball of white light exploded in my mind.
What did his hand touch
It's as soft as cotton...
The softness made him subconsciously want to move his five fingers.
"Um… "
As soon as he moved, he heard a soft moan, lingering and seductive.
His consciousness suddenly came back to his senses.
His eyes fixed on Yan Xiaoyi.
His hand was still on Yan Xiaoyi's forehead.
His five fingers are bent, obviously real... kneaded...
"Xiao, Xiaoyi, I'm sorry..." Qiao Jin's face flushed instantly.
He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yan Xiaoyi, as if she knew what he was going to do, prevented him from retreating in advance.
With this pulling and pulling, the tactile sensation in the palm became more and more clear.
Qiao Jin's body was tense, and the emotion in his eyes kept hitting his lower abdomen.
His eyes were already filled with a trace of hopelessness.
no…
can not be like this!
With such serious injuries on Xiao Yi's body, how could he have such thoughts towards Xiao Yi at this moment
Qiao Jin kept persuading himself.
She exerted a little force on her arm, trying to keep a distance from Yan Xiaoyi.
But Yan Xiaoyi was very strong.
After being pulled, Yan Xiaoyi was already so weak that she fell forward and was about to fall off the bed.
Qiao Jin caught Yan Xiaoyi in time, and they both fell to the ground.
Qiao Jin acted as a pad underneath, but Yan Xiaoyi didn't fall.
but…
The posture of the two is too ambiguous.
Qiao Jin also realized this, and looked away unnaturally: "Xiaoyi, can you move?"
Yan Xiaoyi lay on his chest, her reddish face was no longer as cold as before.
She said "um" softly, and her small hands unconsciously grabbed the skirt of his shirt.
"Get up first." Qiao Jin's tense body had reached its limit.
The most torturous thing in the world...
There is nothing like the closeness of a beloved woman in his arms, but he can do nothing and dare not do anything.
Yan Xiaoyi suddenly raised her eyes, and took a deep look at Qiao Jin.
The two hands changed from clutching the hem of his clothes to caressing him gently.
The fingers are like elves, moving around through a layer of clothes.
A smile bloomed from her lips: "Last time, didn't you force me on the table? Kiss me? Want to take off my clothes?"
Qiao Jin's body froze, and his breathing became heavy.
"What, you don't have the guts now?" Yan Xiaoyi suddenly bent down, and pressed her finger on Qiao Jin's lips, "You are only allowed to force me, but I am not allowed to force you?"
As soon as the words fell, her lips were already firmly pressed against his lips.
Biting hard, rubbing.
Just like how he kissed her last time, he gave it back to Qiao Jin intact.
"Xiao Yi..."
Qiao Jin's voice was already hoarse.
There was a voice in his head that kept yelling for him to push down the wanton woman on top of him.
Somewhere in the body, it kept clamoring to move.
However, he maintained his sanity.
calm down…
Xiaoyi's behavior must have been caused by wounds on her body, which made her unconscious.
He can't take advantage of others.
only…
This thought just passed through his mind.
Yan Xiaoyi's next move made him completely lose his self-control...