An Yan pouted and said, she was endured the pain that rushed to the peak, gritted her teeth, and endured it, so she had no energy to answer him.
Tian Junhao saw An Yan, holding her chin, and repeatedly asked again: "Say, do you want me to control it?"
"don't want!"
"Ah!" As soon as An Yan's words fell, Tian Junhao fell her fiercely on the sofa.
He stood up in one step, stood up and paced back and forth. [[
Very annoying, I really want to vent.
He told himself to be calm and rational. He was afraid that he would do what he would hurt her under anger.
An Yan's face was pale like a white paper at this moment, without blood, she scrambled on the sofa, and she was sweating with her forehead.
The dysmenorrhea is the most injured. At this moment, she has to grit her teeth to hold back. She can only stroke her hands on the lower abdomen, and she dare not yell.
She didn't want to face Tianjun's cold face, and turned her body simply, facing him back.
A person, closed his eyes, bit his lips tightly, and grinned with his teeth and grinned.
Tian Junhao still paced back and forth, and saw that she dared to face himself, and it was even more irritable.
"Turn around!"
An Yan ignored him, she really had no strength to ignore him, she didn't even dare to open her mouth, fearing that she couldn't hold back and shouted.
"I let you turn around, don't you understand?"
An Yan still scratched her body with a moving manner. She was cold, painful, and wanted to scream. She wanted to roll back and forth to reduce the pain in the lower abdomen.
"An, 你, you, no, to pick, pick, me, bottom, line, line!" He said one by word, his eyes were turbulent anger.
An Yan's body was trembling. She worked hard for a long time before barely spit out a few words: "I, no, want."
At this moment, where can she have the energy to face his anger, she is afraid, she is afraid that once she turns, she will be tortured by Tian Junhao.
She is just a lover after all.
When he wanted to spoil her, she was high in the pet; when he didn't want to spoil her, she could pick you up a crime even if she could pick bones even if she had no wrong.
Water -based poplars, the crime of wanting to add, why not have no words.