Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

Yan Xiyu raised her eyebrows and looked at the nonchalant person.

Ok!He just told Qiao Ai that he didn't plan to eat his favorite hot pot recently, and then she ordered a special one?
Just don't want him to eat with her?
Or are you going to let him just watch her eat?

Guan Qianyu's energy is much better now, and she doesn't feel dizzy, and she did it on purpose.

Isn't it that he can't eat, she insists on eating.

When Qingyang was arranging the bottom of the pot and putting all the ingredients, Yan Xiyu was applying medicine to her forehead, and then saw the scratches on her neck.

His face darkened, "Is there anything else?"

Guan Qianyu was so hungry that she shook her head perfunctorily.

Apparently Yan Xiyu didn't intend to let her go directly to eat, she nodded slightly, "Go back to the bedroom."

The tone of voice was full of disobedience, and he stared at her with deep eyes.

She repeated it without temper, "Say no more."

"Before I discovered these two places, you didn't say there were any." Yan Xiyu said in a calm voice, "I'll check it myself, the whole body."

Qingyang heard it all, and by the way persuaded: "Madam, the pot hasn't been boiled yet, it will take about ten minutes, it's too late."

At any rate, there were outsiders around, and she had vented just now, besides being hungry, she was weak, so she could only bear it.

Back in the bedroom, Yan Xiyu made a gesture to strip off her clothes.

She stepped back and took off her outer clothes, the suspenders were still there, enough to see clearly.

Except for the neck and forehead, indeed, the skin on other places is flawless, um... Of course, the hickey mark he left on the collarbone last night is still faintly.

Yan Xiyu stared at the scratches on her neck for a while.

Guan Qianyu became impatient after watching it, "I haven't seen it, but I'll swallow you up again! I'm very hungry."

She didn't think too much at that time, and directly quoted the original lines he had just told her viciously.

After hearing this, the man curled his thin lips, "Swallow one and let me see?"

The inexplicable look in her eyes made it easy for people to think wrong, and it made her think of the different entanglement last night.

She turned her face away directly and didn't speak again.

It was Yan Xiyu who pushed back the long hair on her neck, applied a thin layer of ointment along the entire scratch, and asked abruptly, "Don't tell me, you scratched it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Guan Qianyu's temper, which had been suppressed, rose unexpectedly.

No one likes being wronged, but she is always slandered by him like this, so she hates this feeling more and more.

Staring at him fiercely, "Yan Xiyu, in your eyes, Qiao Ai is the best, the most perfect, and the kindest, but please don't disgust me again and again!"

"When you were in the ward, you said that I deliberately released my pornographic photos to slander Qiao Ai, but now you want to say that I scratched myself and acted for you?"

"You're never finished!" she finished, breathing hard secretly, so that she didn't look so out of control.

In the end, he couldn't suppress the aggrieved feeling, and he refused to take the medicine, so he knocked off his hand and wanted to leave the bedroom.

The cotton swab in Yan Xiyu's hand was knocked off, but his face sank slightly, and he didn't get angry.

But when she got up, she pulled her back and pressed her into her arms, "Be honest and finish wiping, or you will suffer."

She clearly knew what kind of temperament he was, but she still wanted to struggle to get rid of his restraint and get off his lap.

The result was that Yan Xiyu was directly pressed into his arms and kissed again fiercely.

It wasn't that she had tasted it lightly, and even hurt her neck and collarbone, which made her frown subconsciously.

Yan Xiyu naturally stopped, her fingertips resting on the hickey, and she looked at her meaningfully.

Her lips parted slightly, and she asked, "I heard that you showed off your achievements with Qiao Ai today?"

show off?

She was angry and snorted, "Qiao Ai may be able to do this kind of thing. Do you want to do it with her and let her show off to me?"

Although it was only one sentence, the words "go do it with her" made Yan Xiyu feel sick all of a sudden.

It is a more serious psychological feeling than touching other women on weekdays.

The only way to get rid of it is to grab her lips, repeatedly lingering deeply, "What I do is also you, and only you, want to run?"

Guan Qianyu had never been able to bear such entanglement from him, and soon felt that she was going to die.

The man finally moved his stingy thin lips a little away, and looked at her, "Can you be good this time?"

Guan Qianyu didn't say anything, but defiantly wiped her lips with the back of her hand, allowing him to wipe off the medicine.

The man continued to press her in his arms, helped her put on the nightgown on the side, and kissed the corner of her lips again.

Staring at her, he said abruptly, and seemed to be quite serious: "Also, she is not my girlfriend."

She just said repeatedly that Qiao Ai is his girlfriend, but it's not that Yan Xiyu didn't hear her.

Guan Qianyu finally left his confinement, and said flatly: "Sooner or later, it will be, how suitable you two are."

In fact, she really wanted to be sarcastic in her heart, idiots hate women, a bitch deserves a blind man, but she was afraid of being killed by Yan Xiyu, so she dared not say it.

Yan Xiyu put away the cotton swabs and medicine, looked at her unwilling back, and frowned slightly.

She really doesn't look like someone who can scratch herself, such a woman with delicate skin and tender flesh, who loves beauty.

I remember that he once said that the manicure she did was too ugly, and she had bald nails from the next day, and has been catering to his aesthetics since then, but Mrs. Yan said that she almost cried because she couldn't do manicure.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yan Xiyu's face was slightly solemn.

Because he asked her about the scratches on her neck, he didn't ask casually, nor did he slander her.

But the marks on Qiao Ai's body can't be said to be very similar, they are almost exactly the same.

in the restaurant.

Guan Qianyu had already found a place, and was picking out her favorite dishes and putting them in the pot.

Then seeing Yan Xiyu walk in, she pulled out the chair and sat down.