Jiang Yifan hugged her, his eyes full of complaints, "I said you are weak, right? You just disobey!"
"You bullied me again! I'm so miserable, and you still scold me!" She punched him weakly and pouted her lips in grievance.
"Where do I have it?" He quickly pecked her lips on her face, "I'm not lecturing you, I'm feeling sorry for you. If you don't like to hear it, don't say that next time, okay?"
"Yeah!" She buried her head in his arms meekly, not wanting to move at all.
Jiang Yifan sighed softly, hugged her horizontally, placed her gently on the bed, took a dry towel, wiped her hair again, and took a hair dryer to dry her strand by strand.
His hands gently rubbed her head. It felt very comfortable. Xiao Huanhuan closed her eyes and reached out to hug his arm.
Seeing her lazy, cat-like expression, he smiled lovingly, put away the hair dryer, lay beside her, took her into his arms, and kissed her softly again and again.
I am already familiar with her beauty, but I am still shocked by her beauty time and time again.
Her body was so soft and sweet. Every time he hugged her, his soul trembled. He wanted to wrap his arms around her beauty and never let go.
As they kissed, he gently took off her bathrobe, and her round shoulders and chest as smooth as white jade appeared in front of him, and his breathing became tight.
Xiao Huanhuan felt a chill in her chest. She opened her eyes suddenly and found that Jiang Yifan was taking off her clothes. She grabbed his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"
"See if you are injured." He kissed her pityingly, with a faint look of guilt in his clear eyes.
"No, I'm not hurt." Xiao Huanhuan shook her head shyly.
"I have to see it with my own eyes before I can rest assured." He continued to unbutton her buttons, refusing to compromise.
"Really not!" She became anxious and struggled hard.
"Girl, you don't believe me?" He looked at her quietly, a look of hurt slowly appeared in his eyes.
Xiao Huanhuan groaned and lowered his eyes.
He was really defeated!
She has known for a long time that no matter what she argues, she always loses, so why is she struggling?
She weakly turned over and lay down, and whispered: "My back is injured, but it doesn't hurt much anymore."
Originally, she wanted to wait until Jiang Yifan was away before applying some medicine, but now it seemed she couldn't hide it anymore.
The bathrobe was gently and slowly taken off, and the jade-white back was like a jade carving, with smooth lines and graceful curves. The soft and elastic skin glowed with the soft fluorescence of jade, and there was a purple scar across the beautiful back.
, making the girl’s body full of temptation even more charming.
It was beautiful, but it made Jiang Yifan extremely distressed.
It was left behind when Bi Yue's men knocked him unconscious with a wooden stick. The stick was used with enough strength and the bones were not damaged. It was Xiao Huanhuan's luck.
A cold light flashed in Jiang Yifan's eyes, his long and powerful fingers tightened, and a thin sneer appeared on the corners of his beautiful lips.
good!
very good!
He has the guts to dare to treat his woman like this!
I just hope that he can bear the consequences of being so kind!
He slowly leaned over and kissed the purple mark with his soft lips. His graceful back instantly tensed up, making the pity in Jiang Yifan's eyes even greater.
"Girl, does it hurt?" He took the ointment and applied it gently on her, his voice soft and full of compassion.
"It doesn't hurt." Although the pain made her want to breathe, she still shook her head.
