Yun Qiqi looked at him, bewildered.
Her eyes were innocent and pure, filled with curiosity. Coupled with her tear-streaked face, she looked... incredibly tempting to tease.
Yan Yan’s gaze darkened. His hand on her waist grew warr, and after a mont, he pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Co, I’ll teach you."
Ten minutes later, Yun Qiqi covered her swollen red mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at him.
She seriously suspected she had been tricked; the promised lesson was a lie!
Her eyes were full of doubt: "Are you trying to get back at ?"
Yan Yan leaned on the bed, holding her with one arm. His handso face showed a self-satisfied laziness, exuding an irresistible allure.
He spoke in a husky voice, lazily asking, "Did I bite you?"
Yun Qiqi shook her head, "No."
"Then that’s it."
Yan Yan curved his lips and pulled her back into his embrace.
Yun Qiqi’s mouth still hurt, afraid he would kiss her again. She intended to get up, but the next second, he flipped her under him.
Their positions instantly reversed. She leaned against the hospital bed’s pillow, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with a faint dicinal aroma, feeling a bit dazed.
The man, indeed, lowered his head, intending to kiss her again.
Yun Qiqi gazed into his deep, dark eyes and his captivatingly handso face. Initially dazed and ready to close her eyes, she suddenly realized sothing felt off just before she did.
She wasn’t a kid anymore, especially during this period... When he took her to sleep at the Yan Family, she often caught him looking at her with the sa gaze.
Yun Qiqi imdiately jostled awake, pushing him away and sitting up: "No, you can’t."
"Hmm?"
The young girl’s heart pounded, her face flushed, but she firmly instructed him, "Beautiful woman, your wounds haven’t healed yet, you can’t entertain any wild thoughts!"
Yan Yan: "..."
He looked at this serious young girl, as if he had committed so heinous cri, unable to help but feel amused.
But... he did have such thoughts.
He just didn’t expect this little one to be so vigilant.
After a mont, he sighed softly, pulled her into his arms, and gently patted her head.
In a husky voice, he said, "Little Gua, I’m a normal man."
With the girl constantly on his mind in his arms, he couldn’t remain indifferent.
As he spoke, his breath tickled her neck, making Yun Qiqi feel itchy. Her face was burning hot, and hearing him, she lightly snorted, insisting, "You still can’t think about it!"
Then it seed she rembered the beautiful woman was still sick and couldn’t hurt his fragile and tender heart.
She wrapped her arms around his slim waist, nuzzling against him, and softly murmured, "You’re still not fully recovered yet."
Yan Yan only had fleeting thoughts at that mont, without intending to do anything to her there.
Seeing her startled behavior was sowhat amusing, and that thought dissipated quite a bit. He drew the young girl into his embrace and kissed her cheek.
"Don’t worry, Gu Yixuan said I’d recover soon."
However, Yun Qiqi was resolute not to listen, cautiously throughout the night, afraid he might be a bit careless and hurt himself.
Especially guarding against any intimate actions from him, and whenever Yan Yan wanted to kiss or hug her, she brought up his injuries, insisting he couldn’t entertain any thoughts.
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