Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

It doesn't matter if you sleep on the sofa in the living room or in the utility room, Cen Ziyan just doesn't want to stay in the same room with Qin Hanfeng anymore, it can be anywhere, Cen Ziyan thinks so.

Cen Ziyan pulled his wrist out of Qin Hanfeng's hand forcefully, "Is this interesting, Mr. Qin? Is it a different way to satirize me to make you happy?"

"Cen Ziyan, don't push yourself too hard!" Qin Hanfeng said in a low voice.

"Getting ahead? How dare I have the guts? You have always been Mr. Qin. If you are unhappy, you will find fault with me, and if you are happy, you will treat me like a cat." Seeing his gradually frowning, Cen Ziyan smiled, "Why? Can’t I say these things? You have to have a sense of proportion, even if you are a clay figurine, you still have a temper.”

"Fast tongue." Qin Hanfeng commented while looking at Cen Ziyan coldly.

Cen Ziyan didn't expect Qin Hanfeng to say anything good, so he just walked out the door on his own.

"Stay here!" Qin Hanfeng chased after him and pulled Cen Ziyan back into the house. He was very annoyed by Cen Ziyan's behavior. Qin Hanfeng restrained his anger and lowered his voice, warning, "Don't deliberately provoke me!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Hanfeng slammed the door and went out. Not long after, Cen Ziyan heard the door lock being locked from the outside.

Cen Ziyan has been tossing back and forth for so long today, and her body can no longer support her. It is not a bad thing for Qin Hanfeng to leave her alone in the bedroom.

Not long after, Cen Ziyan nestled on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the lunatic asylum, several people are crowded into a cramped room, so she is used to shrinking herself into a ball, which is a very defensive posture.

Guessing that Cen Ziyan had already fallen asleep, Qin Hanfeng calmed down and quietly opened the bedroom door, and sat back on the bed.

Although he requested to destroy the reports Cheng Xian gave him, those injuries have always made Qin Hanfeng heartbroken, and he has never looked at those scars carefully.

With the faint light coming in from the window, Qin Hanfeng saw the arm of Cen Ziyan nestled in the corner of the bed exposed outside the quilt, and the sleeves were pulled to the elbow. If you get closer, you can see that there are a few spots on the inside of the forearm near the elbow. A burn mark similar to a circular ring scar, slightly darker than the surrounding skin.

Qin Hanfeng stretched out his hand to unbutton his pajamas, and accidentally rubbed the back of his hand against Cen Ziyan's chin.

"Don't... don't hit me, it's not me! I was wrong... sorry!"

Cen Ziyan, who fell into sleep, let go of his usual defenses. After being touched, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, and kept begging for mercy indistinctly.

Qin Hanfeng was taken aback by the conditioned reflex when he was still awake. He couldn't help feeling distressed, so he raised his hand and stroked her hair lightly, trying to calm her restless heart. He murmured to Cen Ziyan's reaction, " Cen Ziyan, what happened to you? Why...became like this, and where have you been for the past three years..."

Cen Ziyan seemed to be trapped in a huge nightmare. She struggled more and more fiercely, and the buttons were scattered, revealing a large area of ​​skin on her chest. Seeing that Cen Ziyan seemed to be waking up, Qin Hanfeng had no choice but to stretch out his hand to help her. Button up.

Suddenly, Qin Hanfeng stopped. He saw the pattern on Cen Ziyan's chest that was half covered by his pajamas, like a tattoo. He hadn't noticed it before.

It's just that the light is too dim, and Cen Ziyan is about to wake up. Qin Hanfeng has no way to study it carefully. He doesn't know when Cen Ziyan got a tattoo, and why did he get it?