Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't think too much, and let Qin Wuyan help her wipe her wet hair with a handkerchief. She caught the chess record Qin Wuyan handed her, and slowly opened it absent-mindedly, her mind wandering to nowhere.

Qin Wuyan was fairly disciplined at first, but soon, seeing that she didn't even say a word to him, and stared at the chess record for a long time without turning a page, he began to think wildly:

As the saying goes, seeing things makes love, when Zhuang Xiaoyu saw these chess records, could it be possible that she thought of the person who gave her the chess records?

Or was Min Rui telling her all of his thoughts because people were about to die, making her feel guilty?

Will she think of Min Rui every time she sees the chessboard and chess records in the future?

The more Qin Wuyan thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

She was clearly in front of him, but he seemed to lose her.

When Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to her senses, Qin Wuyan's thin lips had moved from the back of her neck to her cheeks, and the warmth of her breath sprayed on her cheeks.

The waist was already tightly hugged by Qin Wuyan.

Zhuang Xiaoyu instinctively wanted to push him, her voice trembling: "Ah Yan."

Qin Wuyan turned her body over, wiped off the chess record and black and white pieces on the table, and pressed her on the chessboard carved from a whole piece of white jade.

Chess records and black and white pieces were scattered all over the place, splashing everywhere.

The man's kiss was like a hot flame, burning Zhuang Xiaoyu's cold skin, Qin Wuyan's thin lips pressed against hers hard, blocking what she wanted to say.

Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled hard, but the more she struggled, the stronger Qin Wuyan became.

The clothes were broken and scattered, and there was a crackling sound when the black and white pieces fell to the ground. Qin Wuyan fixed Zhuang Xiaoyu's head with one hand, and pinched her waist with the other.

Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled for a moment, unable to resist, and could only compromise as if resigned to fate, her hands changed from touching his chest to hugging his neck.

The man's manic mood was finally appeased by her, and the stormy kiss became much gentler.

With her skin exposed to the air, Zhuang Xiaoyu sobbed softly, "Ah Yan, I'm so cold."

She was naked, her back was pressed against the chessboard carved out of white jade, Zhuang Xiaoyu firmly grasped the clothes on Qin Wuyan's back, and stroked the man's face with the other hand, calling him over and over again. Name: "A Yan, Ah Yan!"

Qin Wuyan returned to his senses, raised his head, stared at her hazy tearful eyes with blood red eyes, raised his hand to pick her up, put her on the bed, and pushed her up again.

Zhuang Xiaoyu said weakly: "I...menstruation is coming."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan stretched out his hand: "When did it happen?"

"I came two days ago." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked very pitiful.

Qin Wuyan: "..."

He took a deep breath, buried his head in her neck, sniffed the fragrance of her hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Yu, are you trying to force me to death?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't understand what he meant by his words: "I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but you..."

Qin Wuyan's sharp teeth bit her shoulder lightly, hugging her even tighter, and pressed his palm against her lower abdomen: "When will there be any movement here?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Qin Wuyan sighed, wrapped her up in a quilt, hugged her tightly, and asked with concern, "Does your ankle still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much."

"Then, last time I took medicine and hurt you, do you still hurt there?"

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good." Qin Wuyan closed his eyes, lying on Zhuang Xiaoyu's body like an octopus, "Sleep, go to bed early, I have to get up early tomorrow morning to check how the mountain road leading to the outside world is doing. ..."