Lure the villain! Crazy batch! Top stunner makes you crazy

Qi Yan chewed twice numbly.

She looked at Qi Yan, who looked at her with a half-smile but didn't forget to pick up some food for her.

I really can’t stop eating.

"I trust you very much. You won't hurt me." She swallowed the food in her mouth, put down her chopsticks and took his arm. "Everyone in my family told me that you are a good person worth trusting."

"Really?" he said calmly.

"Of course, so you poisoned it?" she asked him coquettishly, obviously no matter what the outcome, she would not take it seriously.

Qi Yan pinched her cheek and said, "It's poisonous. It's extremely poisonous."

He watched the expression on her face carefully, waiting for an answer.

Because he wanted to test whether she knew his purpose.

Facing his answer, the girl showed a surprised expression, and then she leaned close to him, "Am I poisoned? If I want to detoxify, can I just kiss him?"

Qi Yan laughed dumbly.

"Let's eat."

Although it was a pity that he didn't get the answer he imagined, he was satisfied with the result.

He was willing to live with her for a while before thinking of a way to deal with the bodyguard.

After eating and drinking, Qi Yan took a shower, put on a nightgown she brought from home, and rolled directly onto the bed to play with her mobile phone.

The sheets were new and had the warmth of the sun on them.

"Get up." Qi Yan took the water dryer, plugged it in, and tested the wind power of the hair dryer with his palm.

She lazily got up and sat on the edge of the bed, "Hurry up, I still want to catch up on the show."

The daughter who was pampered and raised by the Qi family took any service as a matter of course.

Qi Yan turned on the hair dryer, turned the wrist of his right hand and blew it from the roots, and fiddled with her hair with his left hand.

There was the buzzing sound of the hair dryer in her ears, and the man's fingertips stroked her scalp from time to time. It was so comfortable that she closed her eyes and stopped looking at her phone.

After her hair was dried, she felt a little sleepy.

Qi Yan rubbed her head and said, "The hair loss is a bit serious."

She cheered up.

"Really or not?" She immediately looked back at the floor and roughly glanced at the number of hair strands. "It's not bad. Hair loss is within a reasonable range. It's metabolism and it's normal."

Qi Yan knelt down, gathered up the long hair scattered on the floor, and put it into the trash can.

Ever since they met, Qi Yan had never seen Qi Yan squatting so low. When he bowed his head, she could only see the tall bridge of his nose, and his eyes were blocked by his naturally hanging hair.

She reached out her hand and rubbed his head, imitating her previous actions.

"Big dog?"

Qi Yan paused in gathering his hair, then raised his head: "What did you call me?"

"Big dog," she repeated firmly.

Qi Yan's eyes reflecting her reflection narrowed, with a dangerous smile, "Scream again."

She realized something was wrong and shrank her neck: "Stop screaming."

She grabbed her phone and tried to crawl into bed, but her ankle was suddenly grabbed by a strong hand and dragged her back forcefully.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, trying to kick his hand off with her other foot.

Qi Yan put his hands together, propped up one knee on the bed, pulled her into his arms, and pinched the soft flesh of her waist through the fabric with his palms.

She felt as if her acupuncture points had been tapped, and she didn't dare to move. She trembled and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, you, please don't pinch me."

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't describe you as a big dog." She looked at him pitifully.

Qi Yan was about to let her go when he heard her say: "You are worse than a dog. At least the dog won't bite my feet."

Qi Yan: "..."

Very good, you like minefield disco, right?

He let go of her ankles, clamped her arms instead, and used a capture technique to cut her arms behind her back, pressing her down on the bed like he was arresting a criminal.

The pajamas wrapped the girl's body tightly.

She struggled fiercely, and the hair dryer was kicked to the ground under her thump, making a clanging sound.

He simply used his knee to suppress her erratic legs and said in a steady tone, "Don't disturb the neighbors."

"Let me go, or I'll call the bodyguards to come down and beat you!" she said viciously.

"Your name."

She took a long breath and looked like she was about to shout at the top of her lungs.

Qi Yan immediately let go of her and said, "No more trouble."

He didn't forget the five bodyguards living upstairs.

She snorted softly and got into bed with a proud posture, declaring the victory of this farce.

Qi Yan picked up the hair dryer on the ground and put it back in the bathroom.

After washing, he returned to the bedroom and turned off the light.

The bright room suddenly fell into darkness, with only a faint light coming from the screen of Qi Yan's mobile phone.

When this space was filled with darkness, the magnetic field between her and him seemed to change accordingly.

It was as if he was clearly standing at the door, and she curled up unconsciously while lying in the quilt.

It was an indescribable feeling of connection, an invisible and intangible thread connecting the two of them.

She felt him lie down, lifted the quilt and lay with her, and could vaguely smell the fragrance of shower gel.

She stared at the screen, trying to focus on the TV series.

A well-proportioned hand reached out from her side, touched her phone, and silently turned off the screen of her phone.

The room suddenly fell into darkness, and the tightly closed thick curtains blocked all light from the outside world, and people's five senses doubled.

The two people can smell each other's breath.