Chapter 357

Yi Xiaoqiao was very moved.

She saw that the flowers, plants and trees in the Hehuan residence were well taken care of. She felt like returning home. It was like Mu Yi'an took her in his heart, and then hurt and spoiled her.

So when she saw everything here, she was moved.

Moved by his heart, moved by his painstaking protection.

But she didn't expect what happened next to make her completely stupid. She couldn't think that Mu Yi'an would say that. It's enough to get her body. As for her heart, it doesn't matter at all.

She thought that there should be love between them, at least there should be love, but unexpectedly, he smashed the relationship, threw it on the ground and stepped on several feet. This sentence made her heart like a knife, sad and angry.

If he didn't say those words, maybe she would really push the boat with the water today because she was moved, but those words made her completely return to God. His words were insulting himself and her. He put each other in the ocean of desire, abandoned all love and hate, and left only the integration of flesh. This is not love, this is animal behavior.

Yi Xiaoqiao doesn't want to be like this with him. Even if she is hurt, even if her heart becomes full of holes and pain, she also hopes that she can do it with Mu Yian on the premise of love, not just for desire.

The silver needle glittered in the clear light of the moon.

Mu Yi'an looked at Yi Xiaoqiao, his eyes were soft, a self mocking smile on his lips, helpless and gentle, and said in a hoarse voice, "acupoints are good."

Yi Xiaoqiao pursed his lips and took the quilt to cover his stomach: "with your ability, you should be able to force these silver needles tomorrow and have a good rest. I'll go back first."

"Do you really want to go?" His voice was hoarse and anxious.

Yi Xiaoqiao paused: "Mu Yian, I thought we used to love. I didn't expect you to only put you and me in that position. It's also good. There's no need to see you again in the future. That's it."

"Aren't you moved?" Mu Yi'an asked again.

As like as two peas never ever meet again, Yi Xiaoqiao has already walked to the door and looked up. She saw the hospital thriving. Every scene was exactly the same as when she first lived. Her eyes were hazy, but she was more clear. She wiped her face with tears. "There will be no time."

Walking outside, I suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind behind me.

The silver needle pierced the wooden door in front of her.

Yi Xiaoqiao was shocked and looked back. Mu Yi'an had stood up with two silver needles between her fingertips, but her face was as terrible as hell Shura. She didn't have time to think about it, so she turned and ran away.

Just after taking a step, she felt numb in her legs. She fell powerlessly to the ground.

The shadow flashed in front of her. He had blocked her, and a pair of black boots appeared in front of her.

The most common black boots bring her different feelings, fear, darkness and terror because of the people who wear them.

Yi Xiaoqiao pulled out the silver needle on his leg, but his legs were still numb. He could only stand back with his arms and looked at him in fear.

"It seems that Lin Yi has trained you very well." Muian whispered.

Yi Xiaoqiao thought: "what do you want to do? It has nothing to do with Lin Yi."

"Are you still in the mood to care about others?" Mu Yi'an picked her eyebrows, grabbed her clothes and pulled her up. The whole person hugged her in his arms. His fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushed the position where she had just been stabbed and gently rubbed: "you are really bad. If you are obedient, how can you suffer like this."

Yi Xiaoqiao was stiff. At the moment she was held, she clearly felt his desire, stronger than ever before, which made her feel endless insecurity and fear from the bottom of her heart.

Especially when Mu Yi'an took her back to the bed and sat on his lap, Yi Xiaoqiao's fear rose to the top.

She thought muyian would do something, but he just rubbed her leg gently.

The sore leg was gradually dissolved because of the heat in the palm of his hand, and the blood circulated again. The sore leg slowed down.

Yi Xiaoqiao had a strange feeling in his heart. They were close and smelled each other. She could clearly feel the burning of his breath, like boiling steam, steaming and flustered.

Yi Xiaoqiao raised his eyes a little, and then he saw that there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Although he looked expressionless, his earlobes and neck were red, which was an unusual flush.

Yi Xiaoqiao, who has married a woman, is very familiar with this color, because she has seen such a color on Mu Yi'an more than once, but the color is different. It is too deep and seems to drop blood.

"Mu Yian, what's the matter with you?" Yi Xiaoqiao finally noticed something wrong. Just listening to his voice, there was something wrong. At this time, it was more and more wrong.

As soon as he said this, Mu Yian suddenly turned his head and kissed her lips.

His lips were so hot that it was like a burning flame. Ironing her lips, the heat spread from his lips to his ears and became hot.

"Muyian." Yi Xiaoqiao subconsciously pushed him. His legs wanted to work hard, but it was still soft and numb: "Mu Yian, what's the matter with you?"

"I can't help it." His voice was dry and hoarse, like the fine sand in the desert gently rubbing, echoing in his ears and in his heart.

He hurriedly tore her clothes. His lips fell on the white cloth wrapped around her neck, on the little red plum. Through the white cloth, he bit on his neck. The hot breath was sprinkled through the white cloth, ironed, warm, but it was damned provocative.

Yi Xiaoqiao raised his neck and called him hard, "Mu Yian, it hurts."

He suddenly moved his lips, turned to tear the cloth, pulled it aside, kissed her cool skin and the wound on her neck. The bloody stimulation made him sigh with satisfaction.

"Little Joe." He tossed and bit her earlobe and asked vaguely, "is that ok?"

Even though he was about to be driven crazy by desire, even though he knew he could force her, he could want her recklessly, and even he had been forcing her from the beginning, but when it came to the end, he suddenly found that he still wanted to ask her and want her a willing wish.

Four eyes are opposite. Her eyes contain crystal tears. She is not a fool, nor is she Yi Xiaoqiao who was simple and ignorant before. She knows that Mu Yian's performance at this time is not entirely his original intention. He must have been poisoned.

Reason told her that the best way at this time was to find a pool for him, but her feelings made her involuntarily move. She kissed his lips, wrapped her legs around his waist and gave herself to him completely.

Is this love or desire?

Yi Xiaoqiao asked herself this, but she soon understood that without love, she would willingly give herself to him. The past has long been doomed. She is afraid she can't escape in this life.