Chapter 88:

The rabbit was biting when it was anxious, not to mention Ji Xinglan was so deceiving.
The revenge was in trouble, Yan Qiu stepped on his feet, holding his soft lips fiercely, and his fine teeth bite it without hesitation.
It should be painful to bite your lips like this, but Ji Xinglan didn't respond very much, even humming, but just slid the hand on his shoulder down to support his arm, fearing he might fall.
The skin on the lips was tender, and Qiu Sheng was afraid that Ji Xinglan ’s lips would be too hard to bleed, and would be stared at by others unscrupulously.
Taking advantage of his hesitant effort, the man had squeezed his jaw with one hand, deftly opened his teeth and found a bit of a shy tongue.
This sentence Qiu not only failed to retaliate, but lost his wife and broke the soldiers.
The scent of pheromone is everywhere between lips and teeth. Yan Qiu wiped his lips with his back in frustration.
He no longer took Ji Xinglan, bent over to pick up his underwear and quickly put on, went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.
Yan Qiu cleaned himself from the inside out. The milky fragrance of the shower gel diluted the aggressive taste of Alpha Pheromone.
After finishing himself from head to toe, Yan Qiu went out the door with his feet floating, picking up all the clothes falling on the ground.
Ji Xinglan didn't take off her clothes, she yanked Qiuqiu away, and she didn't even have a button. At this time, she pulled the trouser chains away, and she leaned against the door with a long smile. Yan Qiu went downstairs together.
Yan Qiu went downstairs with two sour legs, and never found that walking was such a difficult thing.
After a lot of fun just now, Yan Qiu was retaliated.
He finally realized what he meant by "can't get out of bed and go out of his way".
Yan Qiu left two lines of tears of regret in his heart.
He is stupid, really. I knew that this would happen, and he should have kicked him out when Ji Xinglan entered his room, and would not come with him.
The actually tied his hands with a scarf he knitted himself, and blindfolded him.
Is this a human thing? This old dog compares.
After finishing things in the past, Yan Qiu was the one who played the role of a ruthless scumbag man. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep. Instead, Ji Xinglan kissed him gently and hugged him, but he was very happy just to see him.
Yan Qiu strongly suspected that this guy bullied others not to vent, but just wanted to look at his shameful expression and tease himself.
What a hobby!
Not only has he never tried this strange and shameful pattern, but he has never tried walking directly down.
When Yan Qiu stepped down the steps, the whole person was dizzy like hypoglycemia, the veins all over his body seemed to be pumped away, and his legs shook like sieve chaff as he walked.
The two long, slender legs stepped on the solid wooden floor and fluttered like walking on cotton. The whole person seemed to be vacant and rose away with the wind.
The man treated him a lot, but he was very careful every time. Yan Qiu didn't hurt much, but his legs were so soft that it was not convenient to walk, and he could only move step by step.
And the culprit of all this looked at him in a limp posture, and there was still a smile on his face. If it was n’t for nothing, Yan Qiu really wanted to beat him.
Looking at Yan Qiu and the baby walking side by side like a toddler, Ji Xinglan reached out to help him.
But as soon as he grabbed his arm, Yan Qiu shook his hand firmly. He came up stubbornly, so he didn't want Ji Xinglanfu to help him, but he was willing to help himself to walk down the stairs slowly.
The red halo on Yanqiu's face hadn't blown away yet, and the slightly reddened lips were gently squeezed, and the expression between the eyebrows and the eyes seemed to be drawn by the painter with extremely precious brush ink.
Two delicate eyebrows stubbornly stubbornly stumbling, walking and walking pitifully and cutely.
Looking at his back, the man unconsciously showed a little helplessness, and went forward to hug Yan Qiu.
"What are you doing?" Yan Qiu was startled, but the man firmly took his princess down the stairs and kissed him on the forehead.
Yan Qiu doesn't actually need his apology. In fact, he is quite willing to do this kind of thing, but walking is really inconvenient.
When Yan Qiu moved into the living room, Mrs. Ji was sitting in front of the coffee table holding a porcelain cup. As soon as she saw Yan Qiu limping, she came down with her legs and quickly put down her cup and cared about him: "Is the leg injured? How did she limping? Come and come, let me take a look!"
How could Yan Qiu really let him see, he sat down on the other end of the sofa with embarrassment, as little as possible.
"It's okay. I twisted it when I took a shower." Yan Qiu lied in a false accent.
Ji Xinglan put his hands in his pockets and also sat down next to him. Without any consciousness as the culprit, he tilted his legs to play the terminal on the sofa and put his head on Yanqiu's knee.
While Mrs. Ji looked away and picked up the teacup, Yan Qiu quietly lowered her head and twitched her teeth with a grin on Ji Xinglan's arm.
...
After eating the supper, after going upstairs, Yan Qiu did not send a word to his room.
Seeing Yan Qiu wants to sleep with him again, Ji Xinglan just didn't know where to go. Just like a little eunuch, he followed Yan Qiu's ass. Blemishes. The man kissed him on the lips and helped him pull the quilt away.
"You weren't very happy just now, I thought you liked it."
"Happy. Master is over, you can go." Yan Qiu lifted his legs vigorously to kick him away, let him go back to his room, "I'm going to sleep now."
"Does it hurt." The man's long and beautiful eyelashes tremble under the light, and asked with concern, "Otherwise I will give you a medicine first."
Yan Qiu's face blushed, and the unspeakable places were indeed swollen.
"... I will do it myself."
Ji Xinglan did not move: "Can you do it yourself?"
"Huh, you control me so much." Yan Qiu's cheeks were hot and buried his head in a soft pillow. "Okay, I really want to sleep. You can go now."
Ji Xinglan's mouth was "huh" for a while, but he didn't go out obediently. He began to pick up the shopping bags they bought today, and took out the box set that Yan Qiu bought.
Yan Qiu saw that he was still put on, fearing that he would suffer again: "Do you want to rely on not to leave?"
"Why do you want to go," Ji Xinglan was so full of joy that she didn't need to sleep on the sofa today, but she didn't expect Yan Qiu to be so determined.
He dangled something in his hand: "Don't it mean ..."
"You think too much, it's called planning ahead." Yan Qiu said indifferently. "It's not over a month, so you can do it. You still have to sleep on the couch tonight."
"No," Ji Xinglan still scorned him and said seriously, "Tonight is Christmas Eve."
"What's wrong with Christmas Eve," Yan Qiu avoided him and reached over to touch his face with his hands and gritted his teeth. "Christmas Eve and you must sleep on the sofa for me today without conflict."
He was almost tossed to death by Wang Ba egg, and it was kind enough not to give him another two months.
Ji Xinglan had already sat down by the bed, put his head on Yan Qiu ’s shoulder, kissed his neck, and explained seriously: "It is said that on the day before Christmas, that is, Christmas Eve, there will be a white beard and a red dress. The man breaks into your room at night, then at your bedside ... "
Yan Qiu's forehead jumped, suppressing the anger in his heart, and he got up and took the guy's collar and threw him outside the door.
What a wild man, who can be wilder than his Ji Xinglan.
Yanqiu's waist still hurts now!
"Bang" shut the door, Yan Qiu clapped his hands.
Finally clean.
...
Yan Qiu turned off the light and lay in bed, the pain of shame made him hard to sleep.
It has been experienced many times, but I do n’t know if it is because of the posture this time, and it hurts badly now.
Yan Qiu turned over and hugged the pillow in his arms. He didn't want to sleep with Ji Xinglan, but this guy's vigorous energy is too scary, and he will not be on a channel.
In the darkness, the door crack was suddenly pushed open by a squeak.
The icy night breeze poured in at once. Seeing the light coming through the corridor, Qiu suddenly became clever, and the sleep that had just sprung up was gone.
He was startled, clutched the pillow in his hand, and tentatively cried out: "Ji Xinglan?"
No one should.
After the door opened, it didn't seem to see anyone coming in.
Qiu suddenly panicked, and did not know whether the door was not closed or was pushed open.
Damn it, no. Is it true that there is Santa Claus?
Yan Qiu measured it, quietly grabbed the terminal from the penetrating touched the emergency alarm button, and then raised his hand carefully, and pressed the ceiling light switch on the wall—
The room was illuminated in an instant, Yan Qiu narrowed her stinging eyes and looked at a large shadow at the door.
The burglar did not see it, just saw Ji Xinglan dragged a single sofa into his room with a big swing.
"..." Yan Qiu's mouth twitched.
Let him sleep on the sofa. How did this guy bring the sofa in?
Really genius?
Ji Xinglan was also a little surprised when he was discovered late in the night. But now that he was found, he simply dragged the sofa in with a big swing and placed it beside Yanqiu's bed.
Looking at the man sitting on the sofa as if he was about to settle down here, Yan Qiu's green muscles twitched, and finally he could not bear to give him an ultimatum.
"Give you three seconds to go outside with the sofa."
But after three seconds, Ji Xinglan did not go out, nor did the sofa go out.
In the electric light flint, he has finished lifting the quilt and jumping into bed, raising his hand to turn off the light and hugging Yan Qiu from the back, and other series of difficult movements. He kissed on his neck with satisfaction. "good night."
"You ..." Being hugged from behind, Yan Qiu couldn't push him at all and was completely passive.
But no matter how he pushed, Ji Xinglan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he refused to let go. "Sleep, I won't touch you, really."
The man was wrapped in his arms, surrounded by pheromones, and Yan Qiu remembered the scene just now and swallowed anxiously.
As far as this guy is most likely to play, Yan Qiu does not know which one is true and which is false, and where dare to believe him.
"If you hurt next time, just say it. If you don't say anything, I don't think it's okay ... otherwise I'll be willing to touch you." The man stroked his spine and pressed his forehead against Yan Qiu's soft back neck. Whispered.
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