C5

What is it?

Wen Liang heaved a sigh of relief. Glancing at the leather sofa not far away, he limped over to it and lay down tiredly.

He thought that Qi Ye would not enter again, but after a few seconds, he turned back, with the ointment still in his hand.

In the next second, she rapidly covered her chest. When he accidentally glanced at himself in the mirror, he discovered that his face had unknowingly become red. Although he hated him to death, his expression was more honest than anyone else's.

There was a trace of anger in his warm gaze. He stared at the man in the mirror and said, "I don't need your help."

Qi Ye did not reply her, but instead focused on applying medicine to the wound on her back.

Her bare feet were warm and bare. She stood on the marble floor of the bathroom, her feet white against the black marble. The man behind her was tall and shoeless, no more than the height of his shoulders, and she had loved to hold him from behind as if he were the whole world she could see.

Wen Liang's back stiffened as she silently waited for him to finish applying the ointment.

"I'll do it myself." Wen Liang grabbed the towel beside her and wrapped it around her. With a cold expression, he reached out to grab the ointment in the man's hand.

However, the man easily raised his head, leaving Wen Liang with no other choice.

He knew that even if he jumped up, he might not be able to snatch the ointment back. Therefore, Wen Liang didn't want to get entangled with the man and turned around to leave.

However, the hook caught the man's leg which was stretched out at an unknown time, so he accidentally threw himself onto the washstand.

"Forcing what? The legs are apart. " The man's loud, cold voice cut across the cool of his eardrums.

A wave of anger suddenly came over him, it was a warm and angry thought, who knew that Qi Ye would suddenly bend his waist.

As a result, her red lips instantly sliced across his cold lips …

This accident came as a surprise to him. The slightly startled expression of the man was reflected in his warm and clear eyes. He clearly had not expected such an accident to happen.

Wen Liang blinked and immediately reacted. He turned his head and avoided the man's hot breath.

Suddenly, he pinched her chin. Under the man's forceful force, Wen Liang couldn't help but turn around. However, before she could speak, the man bent over and stopped her breathing.

He pressed his hands against the washstand, tightened his arms around her in his small, warm embrace, pressed his lips against hers, forced them firmly open, and sipped the sweetness from her soft lips and mouth.

The well-defined hand carelessly covered up and held hers. The thumb gently scratched the palm of her hand, causing ripples on the back of her neck. When she lost consciousness, she felt her other hand slowly move towards her waist with a light warmth.