C15 Let's Kiss When We Get Home Okay

Drunk man!

Her hands rubbed on the ground for a long time. It was so dirty, how could he bite it?

Zhung Shiyan looked at the hand she hid behind him with regret. He licked his lips and frowned at her knee. He said with heartache, "Let's go home. You are injured. Let's go back and apply medicine. "

After he said that, he gently stuffed her into the car and ordered the driver to drive.

Qiao Weiyi was a little uncomfortable being stuffed by him. She moved a little. He thought she was going to get out of the car, so he immediately stretched out his long arm and held her in his arms.

He ignored her struggle, just like how he treated his favorite doll. He only allowed her to be obediently hugged by him.

A few seconds later, he lowered his head and held her hand from the bottom of his shirt and inserted it into his shirt. He frowned slightly and said, "Sheng, your hand is so cold. I will help you warm it up. "

Qiao Weiyi's fingers moved but she could clearly feel the hot temperature of his tight abdomen. She was so scared that she did not dare to move.

She raised her head and looked at Zhung Shiyan's thin chin. Her hands were so cold and so cold. Her hand was placed on his body just like that. He did not feel cold?

Zhung Shiyan lowered his head and met Qiao Weiyi's complicated gaze. He patted her head to comfort her and leaned over to kiss her eyes.

His kiss was gentle, like a feather falling on her eyelashes, without any weight at all.

Qiao Weiyi glared at him. He blinked, his long eyelashes trembled, and then lowered his head to kiss her eyes.

Qiao Weiyi angrily glared at him!

He used his forehead to rub against her cheek and softly said, "Let's go home and kiss again, okay?"

After he said that, he reached out and covered her eyes.

Qiao Weiyi really had a feeling of punching cotton. She was expressing her protest. Why did he feel that her staring at him was equivalent to her asking him for a kiss?

Qiao Weiyi closed her eyes and did not think about it anymore. However, she did not realize that in the face of Zhung Shiyan who was drunk and no longer strong and no longer sharp and callous, her attitude towards him was completely different, and her tolerance was also much higher.

If Zhung Shiyan was awake at this moment, she would definitely politely break away from his embrace and escape.

In the misty bathroom, Qiao Weiyi was holding the latest model of a lady's shirt and pants. Her expression was very complicated.

She guessed that Zhung Shiyan had raised a lot of women at home. Every season, he would quietly choose some clothes that she could wear. This dress was very suitable for her, and her pants were the size of five years ago.

It was as if she had seen a scene.

In the huge shopping mall, the surrounding couples were holding hands as they walked around. A tall and handsome man was quietly leaning against the wall, looking coldly at the couples passing by. He slowly turned his head and looked at the colorful clothes in the women's clothing store. He pushed open the door and smiled with a trace of longing. He chose the clothes suitable for the woman in his memory.

He went to the shopping mall alone, and went to pick clothes alone. Finally, he walked out of the building with a bag in his hand. He looked very lonely.

Qiao Weiyi closed her eyes and did not think about these scenes. She took off her clothes and took a shower.

The rain outside was too heavy and her body was drenched. Her wounds were also stained with dirty things. She had to wash them before she could use alcohol to disinfect them.

Outside the bathroom door, Zhung Shiyan stood quietly against the wall. He slightly tilted his head and looked at the tightly shut bathroom door.

He heard the sound of flowing water from inside. His eyes were a little confused, but they were soon filled with happiness.

Sheng was inside.

He touched his heart. Sheng walked out of his heart. She talked to him and smiled at him. It had been a long time since he had such happiness.

The door opened and Qiao Weiyi came out.

Zhung Shiyan's eyes lit up and he looked at Qiao Weiyi happily.

Suddenly, Zhung Shiyan's eyes looked down from Qiao Weiyi's unbuckled collar and landed on the fingernail-sized tattoo on Qiao Weiyi's chest. Zhung Shiyan's eyes became serious and his fingers that were hanging by his side made creaking sounds.