Thinking of his words, Tan Bengbeng couldn't help thinking of the night when he robbed him of his innocence.
Compared with last night, Qi Yan that day was really like a scourge.
Regardless of the degree of impatience or ruthlessness, it seemed like a pervert who wanted to drive her to death.
Later, the scars on her body also proved that he was really a pervert that day.
No room to breathe for her at all...
Last night, although he was fierce, he was much better.
It was completely different from the night before.
If it wasn't for Tan Bengbeng's sensitivity to the smell of medicine, and he could smell it, the person who had sex with her twice had the same aura, so she might have suspected that they were two different people.
Moreover, there was another point that puzzled her. He was obviously not good at walking, and he had to rely on a wheelchair to walk.
But when he was in bed, he couldn't feel anything wrong with his legs.
But her legs were about to be broken by him...
Tan Bengbeng thought of this, and his eyes fell on his lap.
After taking a look, he couldn't help but veto his guess.
Normal people, who can't walk well if they have nothing to do, and insist on getting a wheelchair to torment themselves
There is nothing wrong with it.
Tan Bengbeng recovered from the messy thoughts in his head, and realized that she was still sitting in the bathtub, being stared at by others, no matter how calm a person was, he couldn't help but blush on his cheeks.
Trying to keep herself calm, under his scorching gaze that seemed to set her on fire, she quickly stood up from the bathtub and wrapped herself in a large bath towel.
"hiss-"
Qi Yan took a deep breath at the right time, expressing his regret that he hadn't seen enough.
Meeting her eyes, she smiled wickedly, "I'm about to let you look in the mirror, the hickey mark I left on your chest last night, after soaking in the medicinal bath, it looks so red."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
abnormal!
Tan Bengbeng didn't know what Qi Yan wanted her to do today, so she quickly changed into casual clothes.
Or his clothes.
Before that, Tan Bengbeng tried to use his clothes as too big and did not fit him, hoping that he could prepare some sets of women's clothes for him, but Qi Yan ruthlessly refused.
"I just like to see you in my clothes. You don't have to do anything, it's just pleasing to the eye."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
This was the second time she wanted to call him a pervert within ten minutes of seeing him.
It was also this pervert who lured her downstairs with a table of good food when she was growling with hunger.
And don't let her eat it.
Just sit at the table and feed him.
Tan Bengbeng frowned, and kindly reminded, "Your hands are still fine."
Tan Bengbeng originally just said something casually, but when he finished speaking, his eyes naturally passed over his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.
His hands are beautiful.
Slender and fair, with distinct finger bones.
Just looking at it makes people feel that there is something magical about these hands.
She remembers that people who have been in wheelchairs for a long time often have calluses on the palms of their hands due to frequent use of force.
But Qi Yan's hands are not at all.
Tan Bengbeng frowned slightly, and when he picked up the rice bowl to feed him, he couldn't help asking.
"What's the matter with your feet?"
After her words fell, Qi Yan glanced at her coolly, opened his mouth to swallow the food she fed, and chewed it slowly.
Her question was not answered.
Tan Bengbeng's eyes flickered, and he changed the question, "You live here alone, won't your family worry? After all, you act... I mean, if you didn't save me, you would even clean up the room." Nobody."