Mr. Zhan wants to marry me every day

Chapter 407 Masochist? !

Xia Qingcheng thought naively.

"Okay, come in with me."

Zhan Qihan pursed his lips, and the moment Xia Qingcheng entered the room, a successful smile flashed across his eyes.

"You sit on the sofa first."

Xia Qingcheng began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, looking for a medicine box.

After searching for a long time, Xia Qingcheng finally found it, and then came to Zhan Qihan with a small medicine box.

At this moment, Zhan Qihan was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed naturally.

And Xia Qingcheng faced his red and swollen hand, took a cotton swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and began to wipe it little by little.

Xia Qingcheng's body was dizzy with blood, she didn't dare to look at the bloody wound, so she had to wipe it while looking away.

"To the left, a little to the left." Zhan Qihan frowned.

Xia Qingcheng let out an "oh" and moved the cotton swab.

"To the right, a little bit to the right..." Zhan Qihan was helpless.

"Zhan Qihan, you have so many things to do." Xia Qingcheng complained while moving to the right according to his request.

"You!!!" Zhan Qi Han's uninjured hand gripped Xia Qingcheng's wrist tightly, his resolute and handsome face tensed.

"What's wrong with you?!" Xia Qingcheng frowned in displeasure, looked down and found that the black cloth three inches below Zhan Qihan's navel was a little wet

He really wanted to knock open Xia Qingcheng's head to see what was inside!
"Xia Qingcheng, your cotton swab, Zhan Qihan gritted his teeth with a livid face.

Xia Qingcheng reacted quickly, her face flushed instantly.

"I, I, I, didn't mean to."

"You mean it."

"I……"

"You are responsible for putting out the fire you lit!" Zhan Qi Han's uninjured hand tightly grasped Xia Qingcheng's wrist, and then dragged Xia Qingcheng to the sofa in an almost commanding tone.

His tall body fell over.

"Go away!" Xia Qingcheng was very angry, this guy is so arrogant when he can't even use his hands? !
"It was you who seduced me." Zhan Qihan ambiguously breathed steam on Xia Qingcheng's small earlobe.

"..." Xia Qingcheng was speechless.

Seeing the girl's frantic expression, Zhan Qihan felt inexplicably happy.

Then, before Xia Qingcheng could speak, Zhan Qihan sealed her lips with a kiss.

Xia Qingcheng opened her eyes wide, looking at the handsome face in front of her that was magnified several times in front of her, anger welled up in her heart.

I wanted to punish him, but I didn't expect that this guy not only didn't have a look of pain, but enjoyed it very much, staring at her without blinking.

Masochist? !

damn man

But Zhan Qihan didn't intend to let go of her at all.

On the contrary, big hands were rubbing against Xia Qingcheng's face, and a pair of deep and universal eyes locked on hers, in which there were many complex emotions that Xia Qingcheng could not understand...

(End of this chapter)