The whole process was a physical and mental torture for Wen Xinya.
After the wound was treated, the doctor gave Si Yiyan an IV drip, carefully instructed him on some things to pay attention to during the injury, and then left the operating room.
Wen Xinya's tense and suffocating heartstrings relaxed because of the slightly heavy sound of the door closing slightly, and she immediately found that her vest was soaked with sweat.
Wen Xinya then realized that she was still wearing the dress she would wear for the banquet. The complicated and heavy dress was tied tightly to her body and dragged heavily on the ground. The stickiness mixed with sweat made her feel a strong sense of suffocation. The noble and elegant high cone bun on her head, her hair tightly raked her scalp, causing a dull pain and an indescribable sense of tightness. The majestic and beautiful gold jewelry also felt heavy at this moment, pressing on her neck and making it sore.
Si Yiyan looked at her snow-white face, which gave off a slightly transparent white glow under the light. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also fragile and distressing. He reached out and pulled her hand, saying, "You have lost so much blood. Madam, I'll have to trouble you to take care of your husband's health during this period."
He had injured his arm before, and he drank blood-replenishing soup for half a month, and also enjoyed her medicinal food for nearly a month.
Wen Xinya choked up and said, "I will make the medicinal food extremely unpalatable. Whenever you get hurt in the future, I will let you eat it, so that you will never dare to get hurt again." After saying this, she felt that what she said was inappropriate, and she said "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh" for a long time before saying, "I will make sure that you will never get hurt again in the future."
This time he was hurt entirely because of her.
No, every time he got hurt, it was actually for her.
"Don't cry, your whole face is like a little cat." The little face was dirty and stained with mud, and the tears sliding down her cheeks made her look pitiful and indescribably charming. Si Yiyan's heart softened instantly. He reached out and gently wiped the mud off her face.
Wen Xinya then realized how embarrassed she really was. She stared at him with her watery eyes and said coquettishly, "You are the calico cat. Your whole family is calico cats."
Si Yiyan laughed.
Wen Xinya raised her fist and wanted to hit her, but when she thought of him still being injured, she couldn't bear to do it. She stared at him angrily and said, "Don't laugh."
Si Yiyan laughed even more recklessly, his unbridled nature making Wen Xinya very annoyed: "I told you not to laugh!"
Si Yiyan reached out and pulled her into his arms, then turned over and pressed her under him. His movements were swift and forceful, with an irresistible and unrejectable force.
Wen Xinya quickly stretched out her hand to push him away: "No, you are still injured!"
Si Yiyan turned Wen Xinya over, made her kneel on the bed, and stretched out his hand to untie the intricate and delicate straps on her back: "My arm is injured, it does not affect my body's performance."
It was just a minor injury, which to him was like a slight scratch on his finger by a knife, but she made such a fuss about it.
Wen Xinya felt her entire back was exposed to the air, and she felt anxious and embarrassed: "But you're still on an IV!"
In fact, her resistance was not that strong. God knew how much she regretted in her heart. She had rejected his courtship in the car before, and now... she was reluctant to give in just because she was worried that he would get hurt.
"I'm injured and still on an IV drip, so baby, you have to cooperate with me." Si Yiyan had already pulled off her complicated dress. Of course, because of her urgency, the priceless and one-of-a-kind dress in the world had been torn into pieces. The scraps of clothes on the ground were simply horrible to look at.
Wen Xinya's rationality was shattered bit by bit, but her broken voice was still insisting: "The doctor said that you must not do strenuous exercise recently to avoid the wound from splitting..."
Si Yiyan's big hand gently pinched her soft waist, feeling her body trembling under his movements, he couldn't help but laugh: "If you can't do intense exercises, then we won't do it intensely later."
Wen Xinya racked her brains and suddenly said, "But I haven't taken a shower yet, and I'm very dirty."
What kind of excuse is this? Si Yiyan couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, I must be dirtier than you."
There was blood on his body.
Wen Xinya seemed to be unable to find any other reason to refuse for a moment, and her mind was in a mess.
Soon, the two people met each other.
Wen Xinya's body became extremely sensitive when exposed to the slightly cool air, and her rationality completely collapsed: "Yan..."
“I couldn’t be a pair of sexy ghosts with you in hell before, and now... how about we ascend to heaven in bliss?” Si Yiyan’s body was stacked on her thin back, and he gently rubbed her smooth jade-like back with his body, while his mouth held her earlobe, wantonly ravaging, sucking, pulling, and biting, and his rapid and heavy breathing slowly entered her ear hole.
"Okay!" Wen Xinya replied in a trembling voice, panting softly with a gentle moan.
Si Yiyan's soft and moist kiss followed her ear and landed on her back. Her back was so thin that there was no fat at all. Her bones were even and beautiful, and the shape of her bones was perfect, like a jade carving. Especially the pair of beautiful butterfly bones on her back. When they were spread out, they were as gorgeous and beautiful as a phoenix spreading its wings. When they were closed, they were as graceful as a butterfly with its wings half spread.
"Yan..." Wen Xinya climbed onto the bed, her face buried deep in the soft pillow, her beautiful hands constantly twisting the sheets beneath her, her body trembling constantly, just like the delicate withered flowers hanging on the branches in autumn and winter, still beautiful, fragile, and stubborn, waiting for the coming storm to attack.
Si Yiyan gently bit her soft waist and asked in a vague voice: "Can't you bear it?" Then his body overturned her back: "Then how can you bear it, what's next..."
"Don't..." Wen Xinya hadn't reacted yet, and then... the masculine heat, with its unstoppable force, its indomitable sharpness, its indestructible hardness, pushed her body apart, and in her slightly painful discomfort, it opened the prelude to lust.
The body position is not the uncomfortable stallion position, but the most primitive, traditional and long-standing instinct of human beings since the beginning of the world.
When she was half asleep, she heard him ask her, "Do you like it?"
She instinctively answered, "Yes."
I really like it.
Si Yiyan also laughed: "I like it too!"
This primitive instinctive position allows him to abandon all propriety and shame, and indulge in the desire hidden in the blood of men!
Yes,****!
There is a beast called desire hidden in every man's heart. Normally, it is bound by clothes because of etiquette and shame. Once the clothes are taken off, the beast will struggle to break free and turn into actual action.