Anyin didn't react. The porcelain pieces on his hand somehow arrived at his hand.

"I'm just not interested." Qin Jian left the tiles out of bed.

"Can I go back then?" An Yin pressed down the stone on her heart and fell to the ground.

"If you don't want to arouse my interest, go to sleep." His voice is cold, but still with the desire can not be satisfied with the dark.

Anxin was afraid to stir up his fire again, so she closed her eyes and was too stiff to move.

She was wrapped in a quilt, but he held her tightly in her arms and felt his strong arms and strong body.

He didn't touch her again, but she felt extremely difficult.

Have been afraid to open his eyes, but always feel that he is looking at her, sharp cold eyes bit by bit devouring her.

She didn't know how she ended up sleeping.

****

the next morning, an Yin turned over vaguely and immediately felt close to a warm body. Then she found that her breath was full of familiar man's smell.

slowly looked up, saw the man's chill and beautiful chin line, and then up was thin lips, high nose bridge, eyes closed, eye liner outlined a beautiful arc, thick long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his white face.

When he fell asleep, he had no usual indifference. He was elegant and elegant, and his facial features were exquisite and beautiful.

Anyin's body became stiff and her brain died. She really slept in his bed all night.

It's terrible. It's terrible. It's terrible.

Now I went out and was seen by other servants. I don't know how to be nonsense.

An Yin grabs the arm on her waist, gently raises it, and then rubs her body carefully.

Until it's away from the man's body, then gently put down that strong arm.

Get out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground, depressed almost scolded mother.

Good clothes are torn into rags by the bastard. They can't be worn at all.

A black Nightgown fell on her head and a metal fire was heard.

Anyin's body is stiff. She pulls off her nightgown and looks up.

Qin Jian did not know when to wake up, was sitting on the bed, buried his head on a cigarette, saw her look at him, raised his eyelids to see her.

Just a glance, his eyes will leave her face, move down, a hook in the corner of his mouth, showing a bad smile with fun.

An Yin suddenly realized that she was naked to climb out of bed, her face suddenly red into cooked prawns, "don't look."

Qin Jian put out the sound of the fire and leaned towards the head of the bed, spitting out a mouthful of smoke. Instead of evading, he looked at her with more unbridled eyes, and the radian of his mouth showed a dull interest.

Asking him is asking for nothing.

Anyin hurriedly shook off his men's Nightgown, wrapped himself up, turned and ran to the door.

Qin Jian looks at an Yin that runs faster than a rabbit, and his cold black eyes sink.

Anyin remembers that the clothes she took off last time were washed by Wu Ling, but she didn't return them. She should have stayed in the room where she used to live.

One breath rushed into her original room, saw Qin Jian did not block her, and did not meet other servants on the road, just leaned on the door to breathe a sigh of relief.

Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, just change clothes, someone knocked on the door, "an Yin."

It's Wu Ling's voice.

Anyin opens the door and sees Wu Ling standing at the door with a breakfast tray.

"Sister Ling, why are you here?"

PS: after writing the spicy wife, I will update it.

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