Invalid refusal to marry: the young wife downstairs is hard to serve

"Don't be nervous, I'll leave as soon as I get the things, I just blow down some important drawings from upstairs, I don't mean any harm, don't be nervous and hurt yourself..." Zhan Heyan looked at Qiao Yiqiao and explained.

Under normal circumstances, when faced with panicked civilians who are on the verge of losing control, soldiers will use absolute composure to convey a "completely controllable" line of sight, so that civilians can settle down as soon as possible.

It is you who will hurt me!

But Qiao Yiqiao's mind was full of vigilance. He broke into a house in the middle of the night and still called himself a good person.
And more importantly, Qiao Yiqiao had just taken a bath, and she was only wearing a bath towel around her body. Her fair skin was even fairer than the bath towel she was wearing.

Her hair was still dripping, and the drops of water ran down her slender, fair neck, across her collarbone, and disappeared in the towel.

After Zhan Heyan looked at each other for three seconds, he instinctively looked away.

"What are you looking at!" Sure enough, Qiao Yiqiao couldn't calm down anymore and exploded!

Zhan Heyan looked away, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I just want to get back my blueprint. It is very important to me to be at your feet."

Zhan Heyan took a step forward.

"I told you not to come here! Stop here! If you take another step, I will call the police...Ah!"

Qiao Yiqiao's unfinished words were drowned in an exclamation.

She stepped on the paintbrush that she had just thrown out, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell backwards.

Before Qiao Yiqiao could figure out what was going on, Zhan Heyan frowned, instinctively moved forward, and grabbed her like lightning.

It was he who broke into the house abnormally first, and he shouldn't hurt anyone.

Qiao Yiqiao was almost suddenly dragged into Zhan Heyan's arms by a force, holding her waist with a slightly rough big hand. Zhan Heyan was not too close to Qiao Yiqiao, and kept a distance subconsciously. The man's figure Too tall, Qiao Yiqiao's figure was too slender, Qiao Yiqiao's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a man's arms.

Most importantly, the man's other hand was covering the soft side of Qiao Yiqiao's bath towel!
Qiao Yiqiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The figure who lost his center of gravity in panic was imprisoned in the arms of a man as if holding his own pet, and was even held by one hand...

Except that her breasts are not 34D, other details are almost exactly the same as the welfare picture that Qiao Yiqiao just finished!
In the plot set by Qiao Yiqiao, Qiao Yiqiao was forced by Zhan Heyan.Love is being treated like this and then like that, it is a cold and lonely Qiao Yiqiao being tossed into doubting life.

Now at this scene, the alarm in Qiao Yiqiao's mind suddenly went full!
Zhan Heyan was also stunned for a moment, the texture of his subordinate Qiao Yiqiao's skin was like warm tofu slipping in his hand, he would be afraid to crush it even with a little force, it was so delicate and delicate that all his thinking ability was forcibly expelled in an instant Out of his mind, Zhan Heyan's eyes darkened almost uncontrollably.

"Ah!" Qiao Yiqiao took a short breath!

Zhan Heyan thought she would scream in the next second, he held his breath, and flashed the choice of knocking out or leaving first.

However, I didn't expect Qiao Yiqiao to sob softly after her amber eyes paused: "Don't touch me, I'm actually...a carrier of HIV!"

Zhan Heyan's forehead twitched.

"I was afraid of hurting my family and receiving strange looks from others, so I came out to live alone..."

"I don't want to hurt innocent people, but I really don't want to spend the last days of my life when people around me know that I am a different kind."

Qiao Yiqiao matched her pale face with fright, and the expression on her small face was humble and terrified, trembling uncontrollably, with a precarious look, as if she would faint at any time when she touched this sad truth.