Gu Yichen wanted to let go of her hand, but Qiu Lingxue held her tightly, not giving him a chance.
His face suddenly became full of black lines, but he didn't want his innocence to be ruined in this place.
He couldn't help but said: "Qiu Lingxue, do you know what you are doing?! Let me go quickly!"
Qiu Lingxue's brain was in chaos, and her body was extremely cold. She just felt that the human-shaped heater in front of her was very comfortable, and she was reluctant to let go.
She rubbed his chest twice more, "Shut up, I'm so sleepy, go to sleep!"
Gu Yichen was really frustrated to the extreme...
He was obviously the victim, and now he was actually being murdered!!!
Facing the drunk Qiu Lingxue, Gu Yichen really had no choice but to let her treat him like a human body pillow.
He was half lying on the bed, his nose filled with the faint fragrance of gardenia, and he felt vaguely sleepy.
Then my eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Finally, Gu Yichen could no longer hold on, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with him.
Have a good night's sleep.
…
Time flew by and it was the next morning in a blink of an eye.
When Qiao Xixi woke up in a daze, she felt as if she had been run over by a car. There was a burst of pain, and she had no strength at all.
She opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling. She was stunned for a moment, and the ambiguous scenes from last night kept flashing in her mind.
Thinking of the madness last night, Qiao Xixi's face started to burn.
At this moment, Qin Yihan noticed the movement of the woman in his arms and hugged her from behind, with a laziness in his voice that he had just woken up from.
"Xixi, good morning."
"morning."
Qiao Xixi spoke out, and then realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
After hearing this, Qin Yihan chuckled, hugged her tighter, and said in an ambiguous tone: "You worked hard last night, why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Qiao Xixi couldn't help but have two blushes on her face.
Last night, Qin Yihan was like a wolf. He almost didn't sleep all night, and he tormented her until the middle of the night...
Qiao Xixi's consciousness was so groggy that she even forgot when she fell asleep.
She glared at him, "You still have the nerve to say that my waist still hurts!"
Qiao Xixi really couldn't figure out why he was the one who was tired in the end when he was the one who obviously contributed the effort.
Qin Yihan, on the other hand, looked proud of the spring breeze.
Hearing this, Qin Yihan's eyes showed a hint of distress, "Where are you? I'll rub it for you."
Before Qiao Xixi had time to react, a big hand appeared on her waist and started massaging her.
I have to say that Qin Yihan's technique was quite good, and the physical discomfort was really relieved a lot.
Qiao Xixi gradually enjoyed it, and for the sake of convenience, she simply climbed on the pillow.
Qin Yihan curled his thin lips slightly, and when he was about to continue massaging her, he saw her graceful body...
On the snow-white skin, there are still the hickeys left from last night.
When he saw this scene, his eyes suddenly sank.
Qiao Xixi was not aware of the danger at all, and continued to enjoy her fiancé's service, closing her eyes comfortably.
Qin Yihan's palms were generous, and there was a steady stream of warmth, which made his waist feel comfortable.
However--
Slowly, the style of painting began to look wrong.
The more he pressed, the more Qiao Xixi felt something was wrong.
Her pupils trembled slightly, and she turned to stare at him angrily, "Qin Yihan! What are you doing? Didn't you just..." last night?
Qin Yihan's black pupils were dark and full of desire, and he directly blocked her lips. The meaning was self-evident.
The hotel room was filled with spring scenery, and it wasn't until an hour later that Qin Yihan carried her to the bathroom contentedly.
Qiao Xixi glanced at him speechlessly, feeling that this man's physical strength was really incredible.
If it was like this every night, she would be exhausted to death...
After washing up, the two of them were ready to leave.
Qiao Xixi's body was overworked, and her walking was extremely awkward.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but pinch the man next to her.
"It's all your fault!"
When Qin Yihan heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and took her into his arms.
"Who made my Xixi so beautiful?"
If he could still bear it last night when facing the woman he loved, then he would really have a problem.
He said distressedly: "I will carry you away."
"Don't!"
Qiao Xixi quickly refused.
She didn't want to be embarrassed in broad daylight...
She said coquettishly: "Go home quickly, I miss the dumplings."
Qin Yihan looked at her shy face, and his mood suddenly improved. He held her hand and left the hotel together, returning to the Qin family villa.
At this time, Qin Xingchen was reading a book in the living room with Tuanzi.
After they heard the noise, they immediately turned around and looked over.
Tuanzi stood up, ran in their direction, raised his head and asked:
"Dad, Mom, where were you last night? Why didn't you come back?"
He went to their room this morning and there was no one in it.
Qin Xingchen didn't expect Tuanzi to suddenly ask this question. Looking at the eyes of the two people in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little more ambiguous.
Qiao Xixi's face felt slightly hot, and she replied with a smile: "My parents had something to do last night, so they didn't have time to come back."
Tuanzi doesn't quite understand.
What else do you have to do in the evening?
He frowned slightly and asked curiously: "Where did you rest last night?"
Joshi suddenly choked up and didn't know how to answer the child's words.
Qin Yihan stood up, touched his son's little head, and changed the topic.
"Don't worry, Tuanzi. Mom and dad just found a place to rest last night. What were you reading?"
Tuanzi didn't think much about it and replied seriously: ""Demon Slayer"... my uncle gave it to me!"
Qin Yihan turned his eyes again and saw that the masterpiece he bought for Tuanzi had been placed under the table by Qin Xingchen.
His face turned dark.
Qin Xingchen said without confidence: "Second brother, Tuanzi is young, you should relax now..."
He couldn't even read the classics given by his second brother, let alone dumplings.
Tuanzi should have a happy childhood!!!
Qin Yihan picked up the book under the table...
He bought it because Tuanzi was interested in it, and he didn't want to force him to read it arbitrarily.
Qin Yihan lowered his head and said softly: "Duanzi, although comic books are good to read, you must also pay attention to time, understand?"
Tuanzi is very smart and can figure it out.
"Dad, I understand. Although comic books are good to read, I will not be obsessed with them and forget to read the classics you gave me."