The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

She looked at him without blinking, with a somewhat dependent gaze, and his shadow was reflected in her bright pupils, as if there was a hot light.

In the past, he had often seen her look at Ling Muyun with such eyes, full of sincerity. At banquets with many talents, she didn't look at anyone but Ling Muyun.

Her concentration is very heart-warming.

At that time, he thought about how he would react if there were such eyes looking at him.

Indeed, the reaction was not small, but it was hard to say.

She just looked at him with such eyes, and he had countless dark thoughts that embedded her in his flesh and blood.

Suddenly, he felt that getting along with him like before was not bad, at least he wouldn't be like now, gradually unable to restrain himself, and let his dark thoughts grow wildly.

The man bit the tip of his tongue, put one hand on the glass wall behind her, lowered his body even lower, his peach eyes were slightly hanging on her lips.

Then, it pressed over at an extremely fast speed.

He stopped a finger away from her, so close that he could clearly see each of her trembling long eyelashes, feel her delicate breathing, and smell the faint sweet fragrance of her body, and plunge into each eyelash that boiled. in the blood vessels.

want her.

There was never a moment when the desire was more intense than it is now.

His fingers clasped on the glass wall gradually clenched, his Adam's apple rolled lightly, and at that moment he really seemed to be bewitched, and he kissed him recklessly.

But when he raised his eyes and bumped into her eyes, the soft color shone in them, like the starlight in the Milky Way, clear and clean, and could not be dirty.

She didn't hide.

She is not awake.

But he is sober.

Veins popped out on his arms, and the next second he restrained and tilted his head, the corners of his thin lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

The man took a few deep breaths, stood up straight, raised his hand to cover her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss, don't torture people like this."

Don't look at him like that.

She didn't know how much he liked it.

But every time he thinks that it doesn't belong to him, it's like being poured cold water over his head, the bone-chilling cold will really drive people crazy.

Get a little and want more.

She pinched his shirt, wanting to lean into his arms, wanting to gain more sense of security.

Qi Boyan pressed her shoulder with one hand, worried that her actions would cause him a greater reaction, and wondered if he should find someone to take care of her next, otherwise he might suffer more than her if she kept getting angry like this.

But her small mouth shrunk, and she began to shed tears.

The man who didn't blink when he stabbed the kidnapper's palm with the knife was rather at a loss at this moment.

Sensing her intention, he wanted to get into his arms, raised his hands in surrender, "let me hug you, okay?"

She frowned, blinked her eyes, grabbed his clothes and leaned against his body, her little hands didn't move, she kept grabbing.

It was still uncomfortable there, he looked down at the trembling little girl against his chest, took a deep breath, feeling deeply guilty.

She suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder due to past injuries.

It may take some time for her to stay in a quiet, comfortable, and safe environment to slowly relieve her fears, eliminate negative emotions, and return to a normal state.

He was having a headache when he heard her stomach gurgling twice, probably because she was hungry.

He gently rubbed her head to calm her emotions for a while, and took her to the kitchen to make her something to eat. He thought it would make her less clingy to him, but she grabbed his clothes and stuck them to him like a little tail. beside.

It was hard for her to temporarily separate from him while eating noodles, probably because she was hungry, attracted by the aroma, and ate obediently with her head down.

Qi Boyan saw that she was getting better, and wanted to go to the bathroom to cool down.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, she stood up like a frightened bird, and raised her small hand to quickly grab his clothes.

Maybe it was because she herself felt that this was wrong, so she pursed her lips tightly and asked him in a very low voice, "Are you annoying me?"

But she couldn't help it, the memory was opened and it was out of control. The nightmare of that year came to her violently, wrapping around her body like a poisonous snake, making her breathless.

She is really scared.

For so many years, he was the only one who could make her feel safe.

Looking at her cautious appearance, Qi Boyan frowned, raised his long fingers against her soft nape to comfort her, and said in a low voice, "You don't want to know what I want to do to you now."

if it is possible.

He didn't know whether she was too good at it or she was too attractive to him at this time, every look and every movement of her stepped on every point that made his nerves excited.

He thought that might be a good way to channel her emotions.

He couldn't stand her wet eyes, and finally pushed her down on the seat, "Eat obediently, I'll be with you."

She was still a little uneasy, and looked up at him after taking a bite.

He pulled the seat beside her and sat next to her, put one hand on the dining table, supported his head, and said softly in the cautious eyes she looked at next time, "I won't bother you."

He thought that the things he had experienced before were enough to torture people, but he didn't expect that the more challenging things were yet to come.

He wanted her to sleep peacefully, but she wanted to take a bath before going to bed.

It's okay if she wants to take a bath, but she said to him with a pair of sparkling eyes, "Can you take a bath with me?"

A simple sentence almost made him laugh angrily, at that moment Qi Boyan felt that this woman regarded him as an eunuch.

"How can I wash with you?"

She pursed her lips, "I'm inside, you are outside, so I can see you."

She was afraid that she would lose sight of him, and the images that terrified her began to appear involuntarily in front of her eyes.

Only seeing him can make me feel at ease.

He raised his arms and propped them on the door frame of the bathroom door, looked down at her, relying on the fact that she was delirious at the moment, and her eyes were a little revealing, "How about I wash it for you?"