Qiao Shijin went to the bedside. He sat down carelessly, with a rare trace of banter on his cold and steady eyebrows.
After that struggle, the girl was already sweating, and her long black hair was wet on one side of her cheek.
The young man's fingertips lazily hooked her broken hair. He smelled the strong pheromone smell of the girl.
The very sweet strawberry milk aroma is probably the reason for depression for a long time. The pheromone is very rich and has filled the whole room.
The smell is very good. The closer she is, the more Qiao Shijin can feel that the pheromone in her body is out of control.
Qiao Shijin tightly closed her lips and pressed her thoughts. He pinched the girl's cheek with his fingertips, "am I a man? After I find out your identity..."
He leaned over to Shen Wanqing's ear and whispered, "brother, I'll tell you what to do."
As soon as the young man got close, if there was a cold fragrance on his body, it was not the smell of pheromones, but it was enough to torture Shen Wanqing.
Just a little sober, now because Qiao Shijin is close, Shen Wanqing feels that he will be tortured unconscious again.
She bit her teeth hard. "Why don't you believe it! I said I'm not your sister!"
Shen Wanqing was very angry with Qiao Shijin. "I can't tell you about the transaction between Qiao Jian and me, but you can check it!"
If it wasn't for maintaining the human setup, she would definitely question Qiao Shijin now.
It's just going to bed. Can you still suffer?
"Qiao Shijin, I'm not your sister and my identity is false... So what else do you have to hesitate? Can I cheat you?!" Shen Wanqing wants to jump out of the quilt and pick up some bastard from the inner three floors and the outer three floors.
Even cheating is not as sincere as her these days?!
Looking at the girl's excited look, the man even curled his lips and smiled, "that's not necessarily. Your tortured head is confused. Whether what you say is true or false, or just want to sleep with me, who can know?"
Shen Wanqing: "!"
You can!
At present, it began to become foggy again. Shen Wanqing quickly bit her lip flap. The tingling feeling made her wake up briefly.
Before she reached out the tip of her tongue to lick the blood on her lips, her chin had been captured by the young man's big hand.
The young man's fingers were slender and slightly cool. His fingertips rubbed her lips and brushed the girl's lips with blood beads. Qiao Shijin's black eyes sank down unhappily.
The man's narrow and deep black eyes gathered a touch of low emotion. He pinched the girl's chin and said discontentedly, "why bite yourself?"
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing couldn't help turning his eyes. Of course, he couldn't help biting. Otherwise, who would like to bite himself?
Make complaints about the Tucao, and the man beside him has already spoken low. "If it is really hard, bite me. Don't torture yourself. There will be a doctor coming over."
The voice is low, the tone is also very light, with a touch of heartache, very gentle.
Shen Wanqing narrowed his misty tea eyes and looked at the abstinent young man in front of him.
Suddenly stretched out the tip of the tongue and licked the lip flap. Inadvertently, it seemed to touch the cool fingertips of the youth. At the same time, the bloody smell of rust sobered the brain.
Qiao Shijin quietly took back the wet fingertips and said seriously, "don't bite yourself again!"