Limited time marriage, please stop

Gu Qingyan bent her legs and hugged each other tightly, her hands even protecting her chest. This feeling was too weird. Pei Shaochen squatted by the bathtub and carefully washed her hair. It was an illusion that Pei Shaochen's hands resembled her father's hands very much, like the hands of her brother who loved her very much, because from childhood to adulthood, only her father and brother had washed her hair so gently among all the opposite sexes.

"What's the matter? Are your feet hurting?" Pei Shaochen rubbed the foam on her hair and rinsed it carefully with water. Seeing that her eyes were still tightly closed and she dared not open them, she chuckled and shook her head, "Soon It's alright, bear with it!"

Gu Qingyan was already in a daze, and she didn't even remember how Pei Shaochen wrapped her in a bath towel and put her on the bed, and heard the whining electric wind blowing in her ears, which looked like rumbling thunderstorms. She sat on the head of the bed like a porcelain doll, while Pei Shaochen Then he took the electric air blower and dried her long hair carefully, and finally applied a layer of hair conditioner on her.

It wasn't until the pain from her feet stimulated her nerves that she couldn't help moaning, and then she gathered all three souls and seven souls.

"It hurts?" Pei Shaochen, who was holding her foot and applying medicine to her, frowned gently, "Or did my hand hurt you too much?" Gu Qingyan shook her head, his movements were already very gentle, but she felt that It was like a dream tonight, Pei Shaochen's gentleness made her feel as if she was trapped in a ball of cotton, so soft that she felt unreal.

"I told you to go to the hospital, if you don't go, you know it hurts?" Pei Shaochen smiled softly, looked at the masterpiece he had bandaged, packed up the medicine box and put it aside.

"You bandaged it professionally!" Gu Qingyan looked at her injured foot and couldn't help admiring, this man is as good as his bandaging method in terms of appearance and potential temperament, and he has an impeccable beauty!

"I used to get bumped and injured when I was playing basketball, but I learned it by myself over time! Isn't it ugly?" Pei Shaochen smiled, walked to the bed and lay down, Gu Qingyan shrank, but still couldn't escape him The outstretched arm and the waist-wrapped arm tightened, and her body that had just relaxed tensed again.

"You, should you—" Should you go upstairs to sleep?Before Gu Qingyan finished speaking, Pei Shaochen's kiss fell. Compared to the gentleness just now, his sudden attack stunned Gu Qingyan, and he never thought that his kiss would fall so unexpectedly.

"Hmm—" She put her hands on his chest, trying to shirk, but Pei Shaochen kissed her lips, refusing to give in at all, and pressed her whole body over, imprisoning Gu Qingyan under him.

Pei Shaochen stared at her delicate red face, smiled tenderly, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, and whispered while kissing: "My little mermaid, you are so beautiful!" He kissed her tenderly. On her face, from her delicate collarbone to Bai Xi's neck to the chest that made him linger on, holding the bright red dogwood in his mouth, he reached out and rubbed her slender waist emotionally, bringing all the tenderness to the extreme .

The tenderness and sweetness in the room tainted the whole space with ambiguous feelings. Pei Shaochen wrapped around the person under him, fumoing over and over again the body that made him want to stop. When he entered her, he let go of her lips, Staring at Gu Qingyan's big misty eyes, he murmured: "Did you miss me?"

Seeing that she was silent, Pei Shaochen clasped her right hand with his finger, the fingertip of the ring finger was a little tight, the ring worn on her ring finger was shining and flickering, and the handsome face full of lust and charm flashed a touch With a satisfied smile, he leaned over to possess her more deeply.

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