The hairs on her body grew rapidly, and over the course of four hours that night, they were all replaced by new red hairs.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into Yan Zhen's eyes, and he yawned. As a result of not sleeping all night, sleepiness gradually swept over him.
But Sijin, at this moment, slowly opened her eyes.
The first time she opened her eyes, she saw Yan Zhi's evil face, with two big dark circles under her eyes. After a moment of waking up, she gently raised her head and pinched Yan Zhi's cheeks.
face, grunting and said: "My dear, what did you do last night? Why do you have such heavy dark circles? Is it popular for men to wear cigarette ash makeup now?"
Si Jin's evil smile and a distressed tone came to his ears. Yan Zhen, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly trembled. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Si Jin, excited.
You have to open and close your sexy lips.
"Sijin, what did you call me?"
She called him Zhi Bianjian, which was a name that only Si Jin who had not lost his memory would call him.
Suddenly, he was extremely excited and raised his chin like a brocade, wanting to look into her eyes carefully to see if there was any love flowing there.
"Zhi, xinganzhi, hee hee, I call you xinzhenzhi." Sijin thought Yan Zhi was unhappy, so she quickly changed the name, but Yan Zhi pressed her lips downward.
"Sijin, do you remember me?" Yan Zhen's slightly rude lips locked Sijin's lips tightly, and then his whole body was filled with the domineering aura of settling accounts after autumn, and he pressed Sijin tightly under him.
,
"Do you know how I lived last month? Sijin, this morning, I want you to make it up to me!"
His words were somewhat harsh.
Because Sijin had unlocked her memory, she naturally knew what she had done last month.
She counted: she said she was going to kick him; she kicked him out of bed countless times; she deliberately put two spoons of salt in the coffee he drank in revenge for not dealing with the waves of visitors;
He said many, many ruthless words...
Sijin himself can't count them on his fingers.
At this moment, she was being pressed hard by Yan Zhen, and she suddenly felt like she was dying.
Woo hoo, Zhi, I know I was wrong. I didn’t do it all on purpose. It was all unintentional mistakes, unintentional mistakes!
But all her words were stuck in Yan Zhen's throat. He didn't give her a chance to defend herself. This "injured" man was defending his masculine dignity and domineering, sweating profusely on her body and making her die.
Five times, in the end, she collapsed on the bed and couldn't get out of the bed, while the man who had stayed up all night went to work in high spirits.
What kind of world is this?
Why was it that he was obviously the one sweating profusely, but in the end it was her who was completely energyless?
Sijin lay on the bed and thought about it for a whole morning without coming up with the result. An aunt they invited brought black rice porridge to her bed in accordance with Yan Zhen's instructions, saying that Yan Zhen had ordered her to drink it.
of.
With a wave of his hand, Sijin said, "Little auntie, make me some pork rib soup. I don't like to drink this."
At noon, she reluctantly climbed out of bed, and when she returned to the living room, she hugged Jiajia and cried violently.
"Jiajia, my brother is sorry for you..." In fact, she wanted to say whether it would be good to forgive him. She asked her brother later. She could see that her brother liked Jiajia, but he was a sullen and sinister type.