The next morning, the kitchen was steaming hot, and Ling Xiaoan was cooking porridge.

All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms encircled her in her arms, the cold jaw gently against her head, and the thick fingers had moved slowly from her waist to her face.

When she turned her head, her lips just rubbed his warm hand. Suddenly, she was flustered. With a clanging sound, the ceramic bowl was broken to the ground.

Xiao Han moved his dry lips, and his low voice was weak: "what are you doing?"

"In... In cooking porridge, millet porridge." Ling Xiaoan's eyes are drooping and her voice is shallow.

Hastily picked up the debris on the ground, but she squatted on the ground for a long time, did not stand up.

Xiao Han's eyes fell a rare touch of tenderness. He bent down and picked her up from the ground. Maybe he was still weak at the moment, so he held her lightly and put her on the ceramic tile. Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would miss her.

Although timid, Ling Xiaoan can only tightly grasp, staring at the eyes with red blood, her clear eyes inexplicably stained with water, her heart suddenly touched by something, a slight tremor.

His lips, slowly approaching her, suddenly asked in a voice: "four or two?"

His back injury has obviously been treated, and such a professional bandaging technique, it can not be her, it can only be four Liang.

Ling Xiaoan hung his head and answered softly, "he didn't trust you either, so he came here."

"Scared you last night?" Within a short distance, his hot breath sprayed on her face.

She must have been frightened by his injury.

Ling Xiaoan opened his lips slightly, but he didn't say a word in the end.

Perhaps there is really no extra strength, Xiao Han will hold Ling Xiaoan to the living room, on the sofa.

And he squatted in front of her, slowly raised his fingers, stroked her delicate face, and said, "Why are your eyes swollen? Did you cry? Did I make you cry last night? "

He didn't get drunk, he didn't really faint. He remembered what he had done to her last night.

But he didn't seem to remember that what he whispered all night was another woman's name.

Avoiding his touch, Ling Xiaoan said: "porridge... Almost ready, do you want to drink it?"

Why cook porridge for him? She didn't know, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she did it.

Xiao Han did not refuse, sitting on the sofa, waiting for her to bring porridge.

Standing in front of him, Ling Xiaoan, with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, gently blew it close to his mouth, and then handed it to his mouth: "drink, it's not hot."

Xiao Han Leng, eyes staring at her.

This Leng made Ling xiao'an's face and moment embarrassed: "I, I'm worried about being hot, so..."

Maybe she was used to taking care of her younger brother and sister from childhood, so she unconsciously had such careful actions.

Back to God, Xiao Han drank the porridge and said, "still, continue to feed me."

Ling Xiaoan was surprised. Why did she feed him one bite at a time? What he got was his back, his hands and feet were all right!

What happened to her

"Come on, I'll have another drink." Xiao Han urged.

Her eyes trembled, and Ling Xiaoan stretched out the spoon. But this time, her eyes deliberately avoided it.

Even without touching his lips, Xiao Han pricked: "it's too hot, blow it for me."

Ling Xiaoan's body seemed to be stiff. He mechanically blew air, and then stretched it to his mouth.

The bowl of porridge was finished under such circumstances

Later, I don't know how to get back to the room. Ling Xiaoan is already under Xiao Han's pressure. He rubs her mouth with his thick fingers.

"Woman, your porridge is as good as you."

"Xiao Han..."

His eyes are getting hotter and hotter, exhaling hot and ambiguous breath: "but I haven't had enough, I want to eat again."

"You..." Ling Xiaoan froze, back injury into such a serious, he actually have mind?

Last night, she thought he was confused, but now, it's still early in the morning

"Xiao Han! Please don't do that... You still have a back injury. Can you let me up? " She raised her eyes to him, full of supplication and fear.

Thinking of the picture downstairs last night, Xiao Han's eyes suddenly cooled a little, and his voice sank down: "don't what? Huh? You are the woman I bought. Don't you think I can do what I want? "

"From this moment on, I will not allow you to contact that stupid woman again. This is an order and a warning. Do you understand me?"

Ruthless words, let Ling Xiaoan originally blushed face faded a bit of blood, her voice light way: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Does he have to use such words for the woman he bought? Do you have to let her know the humiliation again and again?

Last night, the most gentle man... It was just a dream. Those tender feelings were like water, and they were never given to her.

Xiao Han squinted and sneered: "woman, you still want to run away from me, eh? You think you can run? You think I'm going to let you run away? "

Or maybe it's the stupid woman who secretly egged her on? Want to set her up with Peijie? Dare to move his Xiao Han's woman?

If not, why didn't Lu Zhanshen answer his phone last night?

The more you think about it, the more hateful it is! It's disgusting!

If it wasn't for Lu Zhanshen, with his temper, even if he was a woman, he would have beaten her!

....

Sandalwood garden.

In his sleep, Joe suddenly scratched his ears from time to time, tossing and turning in the man's arms, as if sleeping very uneasily.

Lu Zhanshen's sleep has always been very shallow. Feeling the abnormality of the person in his arms, he immediately turned on the wall lamp next to him.

"What's the matter? What's wrong? " With his elbows up, he leaned over and gazed at her.

Joe sleeps at night, his eyes are bleary, his brows are frowning, his voice is dumb, and he cries a little: "my ears hurt. It's getting worse and worse."

Earache?

It's not a stomachache, it's an earache?

"How can I have a sudden ear ache?" Lu Zhanshen gently touched the warm earlobe, but also had no direction. He didn't understand what was going on.

He immediately reached for her forehead again, but as soon as the palm of his hand was put on it, she suddenly sneezed twice.

There's no way. In this case, we have to ask Peijie to come here.

After calling, Lu Zhanshen continued to hold the person in his arms. He gently pinched her auricle. He didn't know whether she had pain outside or inside her ear, but he couldn't see any wounds at all. He just tried to coax her and relieve her discomfort as much as possible.

Joe curled up in the man's chest, frowning and pouting: "my ears hurt... Someone must have said something bad about me behind my back."

Seeing that she could still make fun of her, Lu Zhan's deep heart fell down a little.