Chapter 483

Cirui hospital.

Qiao Ansheng hasn't stopped since he came back from the stall.

The last bit of strength was gone when she was tossed around by the man. She was still full of thoughts about the man's wound, crying and pushing him back with insignificant strength.

"Don't... Your wound..."

Qin Yanchen's voice gasped slightly and rang in her ear: "don't worry, it's all right."

On the way, Qin Yanchen's mobile phone rang again and again. Qiao Ansheng avoided his attack and didn't forget to remind him: "phone..."

Qin Yanchen didn't listen. He just pressed the person under his body and let the phone ring again and again

The caller saw that Qin Yanchen didn't answer and gave up for a while. However, before long, Qiao Ansheng's phone rang.

However, at this time, Qiao Ansheng really had no mind to take care of other things. Her eyes were too sleepy to open. Looking at the ceiling above her head, she thought it was shaking.

She thought it was an earthquake. She was afraid to hold the man's shoulder, but she didn't know that this action pleased the man more.

Later, when I fell asleep, I didn't know when it was. I thought it was over. Who knows that it was arched in the middle of the night.

Qiao Ansheng's voice was about to cry hoarse, and his body trembled like a white and soft ball.

Occasionally, a ward round nurse walked by. Qiao Ansheng inevitably had to close his lips in fear and cover his mouth with tears.

The man opened her hand and leaned over to kiss her. The voice of crying was blocked back by him, with only a faint appearance of sobbing.

Qiao Ansheng reluctantly raised a line of Qingming to beat him, but he really had no strength. He had to cry in a soft voice: "I'm so sleepy to sleep."

The man kissed her on the side of her neck and said softly, "OK, count it. When you count to 100, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Qiao Ansheng began to count vaguely. His mind was empty. He always felt that he could not sleep after counting for a long time. The man didn't mean to stop at all.

She was a little anxious: "how can you lie to me?"

Qin Yanchen covered her and listened to her skillfully counting there. Her face was ruddy like a soft marshmallow.

He couldn't help kissing again. The sound line was half sand and half dumb, and he also took some smile: "good, I didn't lie to you. I just told you to count to 100 and go to bed. I didn't say I wanted to stop."

Qiao Ansheng was not in the mood to think, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

She didn't understand why she was tossed like this tonight. She was dazed and thought of the three plates of Phoenix Tail waist flowers, which were connected before and after.

Some people realize that those waist flowers will not be eaten up by men alone, right?

On such a thought, Qiao Ansheng could not help but curse Qi Yue, a bad friend, who did something to deceive people and let Qin Yanchen eat so many kidney flowers.

How can he stand it?

He can't stand it, and he will be tossed with it.

Next time I won't go out to dinner with that trick again. I lie on Qin Yanchen's chest. Before I feel sleepy, Qiao Ansheng admonishes himself.

When she woke up the next day, she was not on Qin Yanchen's chest, but had been tightly surrounded in her arms.

Qiao Ansheng frowned and opened his eyes. Qin Yanchen's arm crossed her chest and firmly hooped her.

The two were close together and their breath was entangled. Qiao Ansheng could even feel each other's slender eyelashes flashing on his cheeks, bringing a crisp and itchy feeling.

Qin Yanchen slept very heavily. His face was much healthier than before. He didn't look pale. He should have had enough gluttony last night. Unexpectedly, there were some Yingrun red.

She looked and regretted again. She felt that she shouldn't have had a fever last night and agreed to Qin Yanchen. What's more, she shouldn't have indulged him all night.

Qiao Ansheng leaned back gently. This move involved her whole body. She was so sour that she almost didn't shout.

The whole body is dry. Qin Yanchen should have cleaned it for her.

Dry is dry, but I just don't have any strength.

Qiao Ansheng thought that his whole body was like falling apart. Without any strength, the culprit slept well in front of him.

She was reluctant to fight, but she was really angry, so she tried to poke Qin Yanchen's face.

Even if Qin Yanchen slept again, she woke up at this time, and her long eyelashes trembled.

Qiao Ansheng quickly adjusted his breathing, retracted his hand, pretended to be asleep and closed his eyes.

Qin Yanchen opened his eyes and saw Qiao Ansheng sleeping beside him. In the light of the sun, her eyelashes trembled slightly, dense and floating.

Qin Yanchen's heart suddenly became hot.

He thought that this man finally became his possession and slept beside him.

Qin Yanchen couldn't stand it. As soon as he got close, he saw Qiao Ansheng's eyelashes shaking badly. He knew it in his heart.

Face stick to the past, gently rub her smooth face like milk: "wake up, don't pretend to sleep."

Qiao Ansheng didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard.

Qin Yanchen got closer and sprayed his warm breath on his skin. Qiao Ansheng trembled uncontrollably, but he still insisted.

"When I count to three, if you don't get up, I'll bite you."

The voice of the man who just woke up was a little hoarse and smiling, like the warm sunshine in winter, wrapped Qiao Ansheng layer by layer.

Qiao Ansheng closed his eyes and hesitated in his heart.

Just listen to the man: "three..."

She was stunned for a moment, and then her right cheek was pasted by a warm mouth.

Qiao Ansheng covered his bitten right face and angrily opened his eyes: "do you count like this? What about one and two? "

As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was pitifully dumb. She quickly stopped talking and gouged out Qin Yanchen.

The man looked at her, her Feng eyes half bent with laughter, like storing a Wang of spring water: "in this way, I can kiss you faster."

Qiao Ansheng is a little angry.

"Would you like some water?"

Qin Yanchen listened to her hoarse voice and felt distressed. He asked a question. Without waiting for Qiao Ansheng to speak, he got up and got out of bed.

He hung his upper body. His muscles were thin and smooth. The only drawback was that there were a few more red scratches on his back.

Qiao Ansheng stared at it for a while. He remembered how those scratches came, and his face turned red.

He buried his head in the quilt again.

Qin Yanchen took the thermos cup from the table next to him, poured some hot water, came over again, bent over and opened Qiao Ansheng's Quilt: "drink slowly, be careful to burn..."