That night, Qingge and Nahanjue returned to Nahan Villa.
Although the time away was short, Qing Ge felt that she missed her very much.
Every brick, tile, plant, and tree here is so kind. It turns out that before she knew it, she had already regarded this place as her home.
After dinner and washing, the two of them lay face to face on the bed, looking at each other quietly without speaking, and they felt so sweet.
"Ge'er," Na Hanjue suddenly smiled evilly, "Are you anxious?"
"What?" Qingge was stunned.
"Are you..." He leaned forward, rubbed her body, and breathed ambiguously into her ear, his voice was hoarse and extremely tempting, "Ge'er... are you anxious to be my person?
As long as you say yes, I will be very happy to satisfy you!"
"Go to hell!" Qingge slapped him on the forehead so hard that even his neck turned red.
"Ouch!" Na Hanjue covered her forehead and laughed. The other one didn't forget to take Qing Ge back into his arms, who had fled away. His arms slid in from her waist like a snake and touched her soft skin.
, "Ge'er, don't be shy, if you think so, I will be very happy!"
"I'm glad you're tall." Qing Ge shyly kicked Na Hanjue, but unexpectedly, she hit Na Hanjue's wrist.
It really hurt this time, but Na Hanjue held back from shouting that it hurt, and still smiled and hid his wrist behind his back. He was still playing with Qingge with his other hand, but Qingge noticed his forehead that was suddenly sweating.
"What's wrong?" She frowned and leaned over to check.
"Don't you see?" He hooked her slender waist with one hand and smiled evilly, "I'm anxious..."
"Don't be immoral!" Qing Ge glared at him and forcefully pulled his arms out from behind him.
Her kick just now happened to accidentally hit his cut wrist. The wound burst open and the white gauze was stained red with blood.
Qing Ge suddenly became anxious, jumped out of bed, got the first aid kit, took off the bandage on his wrist, and re-sterilized and bandaged his wound.
"Why are you so stupid? To cut flesh and bleed, just make a small incision. Why did you cut it so deep and so big!" Qingge couldn't stop complaining. The wound on his wrist hurt as much as if it had been cut on her heart.
"A manly man, what does this little injury mean?" He smiled nonchalantly, and before the wound was wrapped, his thin lips were poking at Qing Ge's face to take advantage.
"Don't move! I haven't wrapped it up yet!" Qingge scolded him, so she simply sat on him and suppressed his moving body.
"Ge'er, I understand..." He narrowed his eyes with an unpredictable look.
"What do you know?" Qing Ge tied a beautiful bandage knot on his wrist and glanced at him.
"Come here and I'll tell you." His smile became even more mysterious.
"What?" She sat on him, leaned forward, and put her ear close to his thin lips.
"I found that... my songs... still prefer to be on top... hahaha..." He suddenly burst out laughing, looking like he was overjoyed.
Qing Ge was ashamed and angry, and strangled his neck with both hands, "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory! You big fat pig! I'll strangle you big fat pig to death!"
"Ahhh... you murdered your husband!" Na Hanjue shouted exaggeratedly.
"Don't scream!" Qingge Heixian covered his mouth, "If you scream so loud, the whole villa will hear you!"
With a force, he turned over and pressed her under him, "Otherwise, you can cheer me up. My singing voice is so beautiful, I like it!"
