Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Opening the door, the yellowish light on the bedside enveloped the still sleeping person, and the moonlight outside the window shone on the floor.

Quan Yu closed the door gently, walked to the bed, leaned over and placed his palm on her forehead. After making sure that she was not feverish, he sat on the bed and looked down at her sleeping face carefully.

Maybe it was because he felt too hot while sleeping, so the hand that had been tucked into the quilt stretched out again and pushed the quilt to his abdomen.

Quan Yu combed the hair on her forehead with one hand and put it behind her ears, and then pushed her long hair behind her head.

The thinly callused fingertips fell under the eyes, gently stroking outwards and downwards.

He had painted many images of her, but he always felt that the beauty he painted was not as beautiful as the one he saw in his eyes.

When I glanced at the light, my eyes became more rippled.

Beauty is about complimenting a person's appearance and visual impact. There are countless people who are beautiful.

Beauty is about texture, and what matters more is the inner self, the temperament of the whole person.

In the crowd of people coming and going, people see you at a glance. No matter how busy or anxious they are, they want to stop and take a look again.

It is as nostalgic as the cool breeze in summer.

It is the charm that penetrates invisibly, enough to subvert the world's aesthetics.

They have ideas and free souls.

Even if Quan Yu just looks at her like this, he can look at her forever.

His fingertips slid down from her fair chin and landed on her slender neck. He remembered that every part of her skin was extremely fragile.

If you apply a little force, there will be blue and red marks.

The rough fingertips made the skin tingle. Cui Sanning moved uncomfortably. The hand originally placed by his face suddenly held his fingers and slowly moved down to rest on his chest.

He held it tightly in a retaining gesture, moved his head forward, and slowly rubbed Quan Yu's arm.

Her movements made Quan Yu's chest beat violently, and he could clearly feel the soft touch on the arm she held in front of his chest.

Because of her movements, Quan Yu had to lean down and look at her with bottomless eyes. Reason and desire came and went, tearing at his uneasy heart.

For a moment, the broad palm on his chest held her soft, boneless hand, and his fingers opened the gaps between her clenched fingers. They interlocked and pressed upwards on the pillow.

Lowering his head to further distance each other, with their foreheads touching, Quan Yu closed his eyes and breathed slightly.

Even though he knew she was asleep, he still asked her in a dumb voice: "Sangsang, do you like me?"

Only at this time do I dare to ask.

I wasn't expecting an answer, but the person underneath me moved and said a soft "hmm" like a murmur.

Her eyes, which had been closed for restraint, suddenly opened, full of red bloodshot eyes, and her intertwined hands pressed her hands into the pillow with uncontrollable force.

The cinnabar bracelet slid down, revealing hideous scars.

The closely connected foreheads suddenly separated, the chin lifted up and bit the slightly parted lips, and they marched straight in to capture the city.

The originally crouched head was forced to lift up, and there were repeated sounds of water stains.

The other hand gently held her neck, and instinctively pushed her to slide down, but was blocked by the half-turtleneck sweater.

Finally, the palm of his hand fell on the collarbone through the sweater. There was her cinnabar mole there, which was also his cinnabar mole.

Her breathing was blocked, causing Cui Sanning to groan in discomfort. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were as heavy as gold. She struggled, biting her lips that were tightly pressed against hers.

Quan Yu hissed, and the tongue that was making trouble in his mouth withdrew, but his lips were still touching.

Blood seeped out from the bitten lips and stained each other's mouths.

The lips finally separated, Quan Yu didn't look up at her, but directly pressed his head on her collarbone to calm his violent breathing and heartbeat.

After a while, he raised his head to look at the still sleeping person, raised his hand that fell on her collarbone, gently wiped away the blood stains on her lips, and kissed her forehead with restraint.

The voice was hoarse, sexy and low-key: "Sangsang, how do you want me to explain you like this tomorrow?"

Without lifting the quilt, Quan Yu lay beside her. After hesitating for a while, he finally raised his hand and took the quilt into his arms.

She closed her eyes and said, "Girl, I'm thirty-two years old. Please love me. Don't let me wait too long."

Jiang Xiannan was originally sitting in the living room. He didn't see his uncle come out for a while, and he frequently looked up upstairs.

It’s not like he’s really no longer a human being.

After struggling for a long time, I felt relieved and went upstairs, but I only dared to sit at the top of the stairs and wait.

Aunt Zhang was leading people to repair the window in her bedroom. After repairing it, she came out and saw her sitting on the stairs.

So he asked her: "Nannan, why are you sitting here?"

Jiang Xiannan waved his hand, glanced at his uncle's closed door with his peripheral vision, and said depressedly: "I'm fine, I just want to sit somewhere else."

When Aunt Zhang heard this, she didn't understand but didn't say anything. After all, young people nowadays have very strange ideas.

Just said: "The window in your room is closed."

Jiang Xiannan didn't listen at all and nodded randomly.

After Aunt Zhang left, she sat there again and was confused.

Why don't you go in and take a look? , although she promised to help her uncle, she couldn't let Sister Sang Ning suffer.

I haven't caught him yet. How could I stay in this little girl's room for so long?

No, I have to go take a look!

Thinking of getting up quickly, he rushed to his uncle's bedroom door as if he was dead. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside.

Quan Yu made eye contact with his niece, who was holding up her hands, and closed the door gently. He frowned: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Xiannan scratched his head: "No, just see if there is anything you need my help with."

His eyes turned and fell on the wound on his mouth. He was stunned in surprise, and the thoughts in his mind blurted out: "Uncle, you are really not a human anymore!"

Quan Yu gave her a warning look, and Jiang Xiannan suddenly became angry and dared not speak.

Seeing that she had stopped talking nonsense, Quan Yu walked towards the stairs and asked her, "Has your bedroom window been repaired?"

Jiang Xiannan said: "Not yet."

He continued: "But it can be closed. Aunt Zhang said it is too late today and will have someone change it tomorrow."

Quan Yu didn't say anything after hearing this. He just went downstairs and asked Aunt Zhang to clean up the guest room.

Jiang Xiannan said in surprise: "Uncle, do you want to sleep in the guest room?"

Quan Yu glanced at her: "Otherwise, sleep on the ground?"

Jiang Xiannan waved his hands quickly: "No way! I can't even let you sleep on the ground."

Quan Yu did not accept this trick: "I hope you remember what you said."

After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs, intending to go to the study.

Jiang Xiannan looked at his leaving figure before he dared to mutter: "I thought you were going to be a stranger."

"Isn't this because I don't want you to go astray?"

"You have some conscience."

“Deserves to be bitten…

Quan Yu paused as he went upstairs, turned around slowly, looked down at Jiang Xiannan who was still muttering, and said sadly: "It's so loud, am I deaf? I'm afraid I can't hear it."

Jiang Xiannan immediately shut up and made a zipper motion.

Looking flatteringly at her current parents.