Chapter 791

"Seriously?" Excited, he took her hand.

Zhao Jian shriveled mouth, wronged way: "you scratch me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said subconsciously, holding her hand and blowing, and then quickly stood up again. "Then you wait for me, Jane."

He quickly got up and went out of the bathroom. If Zhao Jian wakes up tomorrow morning and says she doesn't remember, he can only catch the blind, so he has to get a written one!

In less than two minutes, Ji Rufeng rushed in with a pen and a piece of paper. "Good Jane, write down your name here, and I can help you take a bath."

"Trouble!"

She murmured, took the pen in his hand and signed a ghost symbol on it. She could barely see that it was Zhao Jian.

Ji Rufeng had no choice but to put away the pen and paper properly. He pressed the water injection key of the bathtub to adjust the cooler water temperature and began to inject water. At the same time, he stripped off his clothes and stepped in.

Zhao Jian's soft and greasy voice soon rang out in the bathroom, "what are you doing? Don't touch me It's so hot... "

The sound lasted for a long time, until the moon sank in the west, and the two fell asleep in bed.

This sleep also don't know how long, Zhao Jian only feel tired, very tired, like fighting with people for three days and three nights, tired of her legs feel exhausted.

In a trance, someone told her to get up and eat. She was so sleepy that she didn't want to open her eyes, but as soon as she turned her head, the warm things flowed in from her lips.

Zhao Jian pursed her lips, fragrant, sweet, she swallowed.

One has two. She was so confused that she didn't know how much she had drunk. Then she turned around and went to sleep.

When she woke up completely, the light in the room was very dark, and she was the only one on the bed, but there was a strange sound in the room. She listened attentively, and then looked in that direction. It was the sound of brush and paper rubbing.

Ji Rufeng is standing in front of the easel by the window and is concentrating on painting. There is no light in the room, only a small light on his head. I don't know what time it is.

She couldn't remember what happened last night. She was about to get up and froze, and her face was suddenly ugly.

"Ji Rufeng!"

The man over there was stunned. He put down his brush and came over. But before he came, a pillow fell on him, but it was soft and weak.

"What a good thing you've done!" She yelled at him.

Zhao Jian didn't dare to move on the bed. As long as she moved, the sticky feeling between her legs would gush out. Although she couldn't remember what happened after last night, she remembered that he sent her back, and the traces of her body must not have been made by others.

"Take it easy, take it easy. You drained me last night, and I have no strength. I can't blame you."

"You're not as strong as a woman. Are you proud?"

"Why not? What's more, what I am good at is painting. You are in business. We are both literate and martial arts. My body is not as good as you. It's not normal. I'll trouble you when I finish cleaning my body. If you think it's troublesome, you can wipe that tissue for me. I don't have high requirements. "

"Go away!"

Zhao Jian couldn't bear it. Her forehead was dancing.

"I'm sorry, my wife. People's physical fitness is not very good. They can't complete such a high standard action."

"Shut up, who's your wife!"

"You, of course." Ji Rufeng knew that the drunk could not believe it. Fortunately, he still had foresight. "You forget that you promised me to be with me last night."

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