I'm down after reuniting with my ex

"I believe it." He said, pinching Wen Yan's chin with wet fingers, making the other person turn his head, and the two kissed a wet kiss in the mist.

Wen Yan, who was temporarily inconvenient to move, was extremely weak at this moment. Ji Changan held his back against the bathtub and kissed him from forehead to chest.

And Wen Yan is like a dehydrated fish, who can only keep his eyes open, tears rolling down from his eyelashes in the feeling of physiological pleasure.

Although he likes Wen Yan's sense of fragility and fragility, Ji Chang'an, who has grown up, has discovered an emotion called caring. Wen Yan is still in the recovery period, so he hasn't tossed each other in the bathtub for the time being.

When she washed her body and dried it, Wen Yan's whole body turned into a piece of ruby.

He always has a kind of magic power, a kind of magic power that makes Ji Changan have infinite interest.

After wrapping Wen Yan in a bathrobe and carrying him back to the bed, he took a shower casually and came to the bedroom without even drying his hair.

He sat on the bed, and when Wen Yan held up a towel to wipe his hair, he reached out and lifted off the bathrobe on his legs.

Wen Yan paused, "What are you doing?"

"The doctor said to knead and massage you with essential oils from time to time, so that you can recover faster."

"You can?"

"I don't know what I have." He took the towel in Wen Yan's hand and threw it aside, went to the cabinet to get a bottle of massage oil, poured it into the palm of his hand and rubbed it, the beautiful, slender fingers were covered with shiny Oil film, Wen Yan swallowed her saliva...

For some reason, he was a bit biased.

"Really only massage?"

"Yeah." Sitting on the bed, hugging Wen Yan's legs in front of her, the essential oil was warmed by rubbing, and when it was applied to the skin, it seemed to have the illusion of melting people.

Because of lying down for a while, the muscles on Wen Yan's legs were a little soft, and they all felt good to the touch, as if poking a white and waxy Xue Mei Niang.

Ji Chang'an's strength is good, and there is a greasy sound even after being wrapped in essential oil even after a massage.

Wen Yan pursed her lips tightly, trying not to make strange noises.

"Hmm..." He leaned against the head of the bed, turned his face away, and the tip of his nose was dripping with sweat.

His lips were parted slightly, and his breathing was rapid.

And Ji Changan seemed to be really concentrating on the massage, so he poured some essential oil.

The bathrobe was lifted up, barely covering the bottom of the thighs, under the light, the shadows were blurred, but there was always a kind of special, called, temptation.

Calf, knee, knead and press to the thigh, gradually go to the root of the thigh.

"Ji Changan..." Lowering his eyes, Wen Yan sat up and pressed the other's hand, "You did it on purpose?"

There was water in the bottom of his eyes, and the end of his eyes had been smeared red long ago. He was frowning and gnashing his teeth, looking fierce and weak.

"What on purpose?" Ji Changan asked calmly.

"Hmph." Wen Yan laughed out loud, "You were pressing your legs, where else do you want to press?"

"Huh?" The ending turned up, and the fingers moved up a few inches, Wen Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide——

This guy... this guy didn't dress him up...

Vacuum him!

"Isn't this also a leg?" His forehead was against the other's forehead.

When Wen Yan swallowed a little, Ji Changan withdrew his hand again, "Yanyan, please be safe, you are still taking care of your body."

Take it easy, sir!Calling a banquet is useless!

Wen Yan took a bite of Ji Changan's pectoralis major, then lay back angrily, "Get out."

Ji Chang'an let out a happy voice, "Actually, you can use a little more force to feel the blood from the bite."

"Dead pervert."

...

Wen Xin is crazy.

After being sent to the police station, Li Zhixuan hired a lawyer to help Wen Xin appeal on the grounds that Wen Xin had a mental illness.

At that time, Wen Yan was still being treated in the hospital, and Ji Changan had no time to take care of the other party. After hearing such news, Ji Changan only thought about it for a while, and instead of continuing the lawsuit with Li Zhixuan, he asked someone to send Wen Xin to the hospital. in a mental hospital.

Until today, after receiving Li Zhixuan's request to meet, Wen Yan remembered that there was still this person.

He sat in front of the office chair, tapped the documents with his fingers, and smiled with lowered eyes, "Let him in."

"Mr. Wen, should I stay here?"

"No need." Wen Yan turned his pen around, "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."