Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Before the timeout was completed, she had no chance with the "Thunderstorm Overlord Spear".

"Don't blindly search in this area." Zuo Hua taught her, not following the fixed route of the guide, "Have you looked under the bridge?"

Being held in the young man's arms half a circle, Qin Yan felt a wet breath spraying behind his ears, and his thoughts slowed down a beat: "No, this is the place where Xinshou Village is going to pass, it won't explode big equipment..."

As soon as the voice fell, with the cordial greetings from the npc lady, the hidden mission was triggered.

After the speed of light is completed, the equipment bursts out a page-turning book.

The movements are smooth and smooth, as smooth as a certain chocolate.

Qin Yan: ...

How did she forget what skills Zuo Wang used to make money in the first place?

Boss, sorry for your disrespect.

After completing the exchange with the mission publisher on the World Channel, a new image of the fully armed game instantly appeared on the screen.

Qin Yan raised her small face, brought it to the lips of the one who had done the most, smiled and kissed it.

"Thank you~"

The little girl was wearing a loose and comfortable nightdress, with a large neckline revealing her clavicle like a butterfly spreading wings, and a few playful strands of black hair scattered around her long snow-white neck.

Just looking at it a few more times will bring out the wildness in your bones.

Zuo Wang stared at her with lowered eyes, his eyes suddenly burning hot.

Qin Yan's fingertips froze, stopping in mid-air and neither stretching nor letting go.

The young man's hands were loose around her waist, holding her hand tightly.

The delicate kiss slowly spread on the neck, Qin Yan bit her lips lightly, clung to his shoulder, and tensed up involuntarily.

There was still ringing in her ears, she hurriedly said, "The clothes haven't been dried yet."

Out of the corner of my eye, the washing machine showed that there were 10 minutes left.

"It's not in a hurry."

"And I'm the opposite."

With shortness of breath and disorder, Qin Yan felt that his bedroom was so cramped for the first time.

There is only an orange bedside lamp, which she can't see clearly many times.

But he could vaguely notice that Zuo Wang went to pull the drawer of the bedside table to get something, and then tore it open with his teeth with one hand.

The night sky is dotted with twinkling stars, the light white curtains do not completely block the light, and the soft moonlight passes through the surrounding clouds, gradually covering the snuggling figure.

Sometimes, Zuo Wang would suspect that the past few years were all a dream he had, that the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water could not be real.

Qin Yan is the only light he has struggled to find in his dark life, pure and beautiful like a little fairy, beyond reach.

At first, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two could not have too much intersection, just like two horizontal lines extending infinitely forever.

Or two straight lines that intersect in a hurry, then separate and disappear towards two distant directions.

But at this moment, Zuo Wang caught the light.

Qin Yan didn't feel unwell when he woke up the next day, only his head was a little dizzy.

Maybe I went to bed too early last night?

Some broken fragments became clear intermittently, and she recalled that Zuo Wang seemed to whisper something at the end.

I can't remember the specific content, but the general meaning may be...

He got the taste of "milk" for the first time.

Qin Yan changed into the clean clothes next to his pillow to wash up, his long hair was casually rolled up, and the marks on his chest were immediately revealed, and it was hard to ignore.

This dress doesn't cover it at all.

Frowning, she returned to her room after washing and found a shawl to put on.

Zuo Wang finished frying the eggs, filled the soy milk, and pulled out the chair for her.

"Wake up, just right, come over for breakfast."

Qin Yan dawdled and sat over, stirring the spoon, hesitating whether to speak or not.

"Banquet."

"Ok?"

"Just ask what you want, don't peek at me."