He stretched out his hand to take her hand away from his waist, but he accidentally touched her wound. She felt pain and looked at him with wide eyes.
Yi Jian actually didn't use much strength, but he accidentally hurt her like this. He felt so distressed that he picked up her hand and looked at it carefully.
Found blood spilled out.
He was half-dead guilty.
But Zhongqing was actually shy and refused to look at Yi Jian. She glanced at her head and looked out the window. Yi Jian thought she was angry with him, so he immediately spoke softly, took great care of her, and coaxed her with unusual tenderness: "I'm not
Bleeding on purpose."
Listening to his soft voice, Zhong Qing's heart softened, but she still stubbornly refused to look at her. She wanted to take her hand out of his, but who knew he was holding her wrist tightly?
, this time, there was no effort.
"Zhongqing...Be good...I'll kiss you. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore..."
While coaxing, Yi Jian lowered her head to lick the blood that came out of her.
Zhong Qing shrank her hands in fright.
Very dirty.
She turned her head, raised her eyes, and stared at Yi Jian.
Her eyes were very bright, with a touch of cuteness. Yi Jian looked fascinated, then slowly lowered her head, kissed her eyebrows, and coaxed her.
Zhongqing just felt itchy and couldn't help laughing.
Then like a child, she stretched out her hand, slapped his chest, and shouted: "I'm angry, I'm angry, you hurt me!"
"You said you were wrong, you were wrong!"
Yi Jian let her hit her and smiled: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
Zhong Qing felt dissatisfied and continued to pull him and said, "Not enough, not enough, say it a hundred times!"
Yi Jian deliberately looked embarrassed, pouted Zhongqing, and said arrogantly: "A hundred times, never less..."
As he spoke, he stared at Yi Jian eagerly.
Yi Jian stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair. The car happened to stop. He got out of the car, picked her up, and then walked towards the hometown with her in his arms: "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Zhong Qing raised her chin high. She felt that Yi Jian was a little weird at this time.
Yi Jian carried her upstairs, put her on the big bed in the bedroom, and started to act fussily.
