Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"That's the first thing."

"And one more thing?"

Lin Qiuran pinched the bridge of her nose, somewhat unable to withstand Zhao Qichen's repeated questioning.

"What's wrong with you today, why is it like eating gunpowder all day?"

Zhao Qichen turned his head away, not looking into Lin Qiuran's eyes.

"What's the other thing?"

Knowing Zhao Qichen for so long, this is the first time Lin Qiuran has seen his anger so seriously.

"Are you sulking all day? Because of me?"

Lin Qiuran's hand involuntarily climbed onto Zhao Qichen's stern face, forcing him to look at her.

"No... What else is there? Tell me quickly. It's getting late."

Zhao Qichen's eyes still dodged. Although he didn't know what he was angry with, he still chose to hold back and try not to sound peaceful in his tone.

"This is the second thing I want to say. Zhao Qichen, tell me, are you angry?"

"How should I answer?"

Tell Lin Qiuran that he is not only angry but also irritated like a cat scratching his heart?

"It's getting late, I'm going to take a bath, you should also take a rest and don't think about it."

This kind of negative emotion should be digested by oneself, let alone this kind of low-level and childish negative emotion.

Seeing that Zhao Qichen was about to go out, Lin Qiuran immediately reached out to stop him.However, his figure looked a little short in front of Zhao Qichen, Lin Qiuran only felt his world spinning for a while, and he was thrown to the ground by the momentum of Zhao Qichen's forward movement.

Zhao Qichen's feet were also bumped, and Lin Qiuran fell down with honor one after another.

The action is only in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Qichen felt a pain in the wound on his back, followed by a soft touch on his lips.

Exactly the same feeling as last night.

Without allowing himself nostalgia for too long, Zhao Qichen reluctantly supported the floor and was about to get up.

The moment Lin Qiuran's touch on his lips disappeared, his brain drove his arms to make a choice.

She wrapped her arms around Zhao Qichen's neck, arched her body slightly, and kissed him deeply on the lips.

Zhao Qichen was obviously frightened by Lin Qiuran's actions, and his whole body froze for a few seconds.

Lin Qiuran didn't know how to use the details of this kiss to convey her inner throbbing towards Zhao Qichen, so she could only rely on brute force to suck it.

Sticking out her tongue, taking advantage of Zhao Qichen's jaws half-opened, Lin Qiuran tried to hook his big tongue with her small tongue.

Feeling the warmth of each other's mouths, Zhao Qichen turned passive into active. First, he cooperated with Lin Qiuran to play in his own mouth, and while she was absent-minded, moved the battlefield to her lips and teeth.

As if taking an oath of sovereignty, Zhao Qichen clamped Lin Qiuran's body with his tongue, the strength made Lin Qiuran feel that his tongue had begun to go numb.

From time to time, the small, quiet room made the sound of drooling, accompanied by bursts of out-of-rhythm gasps.

The two people who have no kissing skills at all, are rough and direct to vent their feelings in their hearts.

Lin Qiuran only felt her body start to feel hot, and her mind went blank.

Waves of heat surged from Zhao Qichen's lower abdomen to the top of his head, he kept moving his mouth, put one hand on the ground, and the other hand began to walk restlessly towards Lin Qiuran's upper body.

As soon as he felt malicious, he touched the wound on his back.

Zhao Qichen couldn't help taking a breath, and let out a muffled snort.

Lin Qiuran suddenly regained consciousness, immediately let go, and asked Zhao Qichen anxiously:
"Is it a wound?"

After finishing speaking, he exerted a little force with one hand, trying to push Zhao Qichen up.

Zhao Qichen cursed silently in his heart.

The kiss just now was the most intimate behavior between the two of them in a waking state.

Although he already had physical intimacy with Lin Qiuran, after all, that time was when Lin Qiuran had been drugged, not to mention that the relationship between the two had not yet been confirmed at that time.

And the kiss just now happened when the two were conscious and Lin Qiuran took the initiative, how could Zhao Qichen not be excited.

But the atmosphere was ruined abruptly by his own injury.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, let's continue."

Zhao Qichen was a little angry, and still propped himself up on the floor.

Seeing his deflated look, Lin Qiuran couldn't help grinning.

Directly ignoring his expression, "baji" kissed Zhao Qichen on the face.

"Shut up, get up and let me check your wound."

This kiss made Zhao Qichen very useful, although he didn't say a word, he straightened up obediently.

Lin Qiuran hurriedly got up from the ground and half knelt behind Zhao Qichen's back.

At that time, the stick hit Zhao Qichen's back on the side of his head, which pressed the nerves near his neck and made him faint on the spot. In fact, he injured his bones.

In the past few days, his body has been wrapped with elastic fixed bandages, in order not to touch the bones in his hands as much as possible, so that they can heal slowly.

"Does it still hurt if you don't move now?"

Lin Qiuran gently pulled off the Velcro on the elastic bandage, wanting to temporarily loosen the fixation on Zhao Qichen's wound.

"Hiss—" This movement made the originally tight wound relax, and the pain deepened more than a little.

In fact, the fall just now was a bit painful, but because of Lin Qiuran's thunderous kiss, Zhao Qichen ignored the pain in his back.

Looking at Zhao Qichen's frown, Lin Qiuran's heart ached.

"Be patient, I'll take you to take a bath first, and it's time to reapply the medicine today."

After finishing speaking, Lin Qiuran was about to take Zhao Qichen's arms and walk out the door.

Zhao Qichen was a little surprised when he heard that Lin Qiuran wanted to "take him" to take a bath.

"I... I'll just go by myself..."

"How can you wash your wound like this? Do you want to involve the wound again? Don't be brave, finish washing and rubbing the medicine quickly!"

Lin Qiuran didn't give him a chance to refuse, and ordered in a fierce tone.

Zhao Qichen was finally defeated, and obediently followed Lin Qiuran's pace and walked out.

In addition to a large public bathroom in the whole apartment, there is another one in Lin Qiuran's master bedroom.

After thinking about it, she still decided to let Zhao Qichen go to her room.

Zhao Qichen didn't expect that the first time he entered Lin Qiuran's boudoir in a fair manner, this was the case.

When I sent her into the house last night, I was in a complicated mood and my eyes didn't see clearly.

Now that he came here again, Zhao Qichen was still amazed by Lin Qiuran's unique sense of design and cleanliness.

The main color of the huge bedroom is a light warm color, the floor is covered with fluffy carpets, and plush dolls, large and small, are randomly placed.A pink princess tent was spread casually beside her bed, and Zhao Qichen was even a little surprised to see Lin Qiuran's girlish side.