Play a coquettish in the palm of the boss

Chapter 689 Yan Sijue, He Is Your Biological Son! (15)

In the next moment, the slender fingertips deftly took off her blouse.

A warm towel was pressed against her skin, and she wiped it gently.

Ye Xingtong lowered her eyes, avoiding Yan Sijue's staring gaze whether intentionally or unintentionally.

For a while, there was silence.

In the air, only the fast or slow breathing of the two was suppressed.

Inadvertently, a kind of extremely gentle ambiguity slowly overflowed, entangled.

Ye Xingtong stiffened his back in vain, feeling shy and embarrassed.

At this time, although Yan Sijue's big hand was separated by a towel, the warmth of his palm seemed to be gently caressing every skin in her body.

Just like his gaze, it gradually became hot and dangerous.

"Yan Sijue?"

"Ok?"

"hurts a little……"

"Where does it hurt?"

"..."

At this moment, Ye Xingtong felt that he was about to be suffocated by this ambiguous feeling.

It was clearly an incomparably close relationship, but at this moment, in the gap of time, there was an indescribable strangeness and shyness.

Suddenly, Yan Sijue stopped moving.

As if trying his best to calm his breath, he took back the towel, took the clothes beside him and put them on for Ye Xingtong.

"I'll carry you to the hospital bed. Let's rest for a while!"

While speaking, he had already picked up Ye Xingtong and strode to another bed next to Lorne's bed.

When her body sank into the soft mattress, Ye Xingtong felt a burst of relaxation. Her extremely tired body drove her to want to take a rest immediately.

Suddenly, she held the big hand that covered herself with the quilt.

Raising his eyes, his eyes bumped into Yan Sijue's surprised gaze without warning, and they touched each other deeply.

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

"Huh? You mean, I'll rest with you?"

Yan Sijue bent over and stared at her stiffly. After a while, he belatedly lay on the other side of the bed under Ye Xingtong's acquiescence.

The narrow hospital bed puts the two bodies close together.

For a moment, each other's breathing seemed to be close to the ear, with a soft sound and a heavy sound, a little disordered.

Six years later, this was the first time the two had gotten along so quietly.

Yan Sijue felt a little dazed for a moment.

"Xingtong, can I ask you a question?"

"You want to ask, about Xiaoen? Just right, I also have a question for you!"

When Ye Xingtong heard his words, he turned around suddenly, looking at his side face.

At this time, Yan Sijue turned around subconsciously, but Ye Xingtong quickly lowered his head in surprise, buried his head on his shoulder, and closed his eyes.

"What are you going to ask me?"

"You ask first!"

There was some misunderstanding, after waiting for six years, I was finally able to explain it calmly.

Yan Sijue closed his evil eyes, his handsome face couldn't hide the weakness from excessive blood loss, his thin lips pursed, and his voice was a little tense.

"That day, when I asked you, why did you say that Xiao En is not my son?"

"Then why are you questioning me?"

Hearing this, Ye Xingtong raised his head almost immediately, looking at him with sharp eyes.

In the next moment, her eyes darkened, "Yan Sijue, I never thought of lying to you, but you doubted me. Do you know how angry I was when you asked this question... ...Why do you doubt me? Do you still doubt Xiaoen?"

"So you said those angry words just to anger me on purpose?"

"It's your fault first!"

Ye Xingtong stared at him with reddish eyes wide open.

(End of this chapter)