Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

She glanced at Ji Yuan's figure, her eyelashes flickered slightly, and her black eyes reflected the scattered light of orange candlelight.

"To say you are a deceiver is an understatement."

Not only is he a traitor, he is also a robber.

The bed was not wide to begin with, so in order to hide from Ji Yuan, she shrank so much that she almost pressed against the wall.

"I am thirty-nine thousand seven hundred and fifty years old this year. You can't even reach a fraction of that, and you have such a small body like a bean sprout. It broke easily without any effort."

Turning over and rubbing the lipstick on the girl's lips, Ji Yuan's eyebrows were full of disdain: "I am one with you, do you accept or accept any kiss?"

Even though he couldn't see his whole face, Qin Yan could clearly feel the distance between them.

Crying for a long time drained her energy, and she couldn't muster the energy to argue with Jiyuan, so she just let it go.

"That's all, just lie down if you want, just give me half of it..."

The volume became lower and lower, until Qin Yan could no longer hold up her heavy eyelids, and she fell asleep, completely ignoring the person competing for the bed with her.

The girl's breathing was shallow, her sleeping face was charming and innocent, and her plump and moist lips still had a slightly dizzy fat color.

Ji Yuan lowered his eyes, slightly surprised at her indifferent attitude.

Feeling bored for a moment, I lay back on the soft bed again and watched the hibiscus curtain empty.

Apart from the sound of even breathing, there was no other movement on the bed.

Within a few seconds, he frowned and turned his body sideways with a deliberate movement.

The curtain fluctuated, and it took a long time to regain calm.

The only thing that remained the same was Qin Yan, who had his eyes closed and was sleeping soundly.

Her black hair was spread out on the bed like clouds of smoke, and a strand of it flowed through Jiyuan's fingers. It was as soft and moist as fine silk, smooth and smooth.

After rubbing it for a while, he seemed to be tired of it, and suddenly moved it away angrily, not letting his hair touch it.

The raven-haired master was extremely quiet and didn't know anything about it.

Jiyuan's eyes once again fell on the girl's face, which was lightly painted to look haggard.

"The heart is so big."

He used his fingertips to wipe off the makeup, along with the lipstick that was smeared by him.

Ji Yuan regretted it as soon as the spell was used up.

His body was reincarnated by a ghost in the underworld by chance. His magical power, which could barely be regarded as a clone, was very weak, but he even cleansed her face just now?

He must have been tainted with her stupidity by staying with this grinding mortal for too long.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuan saw that Qin Yan was displeased with everything, and it turned into mist and disappeared between her brows, and did not come out again for the rest of the night...

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After Rong Yuqian's death, Qin Yan was invited to visit Yan Mansion frequently.

Rong Shang got her son in one fell swoop and had more trust in her than before. He sent her maid to ask for her after two or three days without seeing her.

They talk about their unborn children on weekdays, sew little clothes for them with their own hands, and are full of expectations for their future life.

Rong Shang still remembers the initial transaction between the two.

Qin Yan was willing to give up the secret recipe for giving birth to a child, but the condition was that he could find a suitable husband.

As long as she marries well, she won't have to worry about it in her life.

Adi had just passed away not long ago. Rong Shang knew that Ding Fuling couldn't stand Qin Yan, so he first found a portrait for someone to carry.

If you find someone you like, go back to your parents' home and make plans with her.

Qin Yan is now the hero who helped her get pregnant, so he has to give her some sweetness first, maybe she will be useful later.

Looking back and forth at the portrait made Rong Shang increasingly upset.

She had never seen Qin Yan as a pretentious person before.

This person is not good, that person is not good, every person in the painting has a bunch of faults picked out.

A mere woman whose mother died almost broke up with her grandfather again.