"Does it still hurt?" Suppressing the sadness in your heart, okay, Qin Xiaoman, although you don't want to admit it, you really feel distressed this time.
When you heard the news about his accident on the phone, your world seemed to have been turned upside down, and it was so overwhelming that you couldn't breathe.
Although Yao Jiabao repeatedly assured that the injury was only minor and that the hospital was only for observation, you couldn't help but worry yourself!
"It hurts," Yan Zisong grimaced and held her hand tightly to his chest, "It hurts here. I miss you so much that it hurts so much."
"Yan Zisong!"
The girl who had been tormented by anxiety and worry all night saw that deliberately exaggerated face, and her eyes were full of grievances.
I wanted to see his injuries, but he covered them up lightly. I complained that he still said such nonsense at this time, but I couldn't bear to blame him.
Qin Xiaoman was annoyed and anxious, and in the end he could only bite his lips helplessly and look at the sick man with resentment.
Every time Yan Zisong saw her subconscious action when she was embarrassed, he felt his blood surge.
He raised his hand and pulled it into his arms, and Qin Xiaoman fell down on his chest. She panicked and propped up the edge of the bed with her hand, for fear of crushing him, and she couldn't help but muttered,
"Yan Zisong! It will hurt you!"
"No, it only hurts if you don't touch me." The man underneath me whispered vaguely in his ear, "Baby, do you think you miss me?"
He spoke in a deep and focused tone, as if nothing in the world concerned him as much as this issue at this moment. With just this sentence, Qin Xiaoman surrendered! This man, when will she learn how to reject him?
!
"Yes," the girl lowered her eyes and responded in a low voice. He was already lying here, so what could he do if he just followed him...
Yan Zisong freed up his other hand to put the girl's head on his shoulder, and continued to ask unsatisfiedly, "What do you think of me?" He spoke slowly but clearly.
"I really want to..." Qin Xiaoman nestled in the crook of his neck like a mosquito, it was difficult to say, he was already lying here, what could he do if he just obeyed him a little more...
"How much do you want to think about it?" The pushy man continues to make things difficult for others.
"I...especially want to..." Qin Xiaoman thought that he might as well bury his face in the sheets. He originally wanted to refuse to answer such a tricky question, but he was already lying here. What could he do if he obeyed him again?
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"What are you missing about me?" Yan Zisong did not restrain his greed at all, and the questions became more and more difficult.