My bodyguard is super cold

Jiang Xing'an froze for a moment, then casually picked up a pillow next to him and threw it at it.

"You fucking don't run away!"

The pillow hit Wen Hongyuan's head, and Wen Hongyuan caught it steadily. Although it didn't hurt, he was a little dazed.

So whether he ran or not, what Jiang Xing'an said was really hard for people to understand.

Wen Hongyuan came over with the pillow in his arms, he still walked over with no expression as before, the ointment in his hand was extremely glaring.

"I will be responsible for what happened last night." Wen Hongyuan was very responsible.

Wen Hongyuan dared to mention this, Jiang Xing'an's face turned into a liver color.

"Who wants you to be responsible? It's not your turn to be responsible for me. Get lost, I don't want to see you!" Jiang Xing'an picked up another pillow and threw it on Wen Hongyuan's body.

Wen Hongyuan didn't struggle or resist, and let Jiang Xingan vent.

"I don't have to pursue what happened last night. After all, I fucked you once. We're even. Don't appear in front of me again!" Jiang Xing'an waved his fist with a fierce look.

Wen Hongyuan frowned: "What is even?"

"Stop pretending, don't you just want to take revenge on me, Wen Hongyuan, I've never seen such a stingy person like you, fuck, you tied me in the bathroom for so long, I didn't tie you in for revenge, I just The last time I saw you, you will come back with revenge, and you are still not a man!" Jiang Xing'an believed that this was Wen Hongyuan's revenge, and it must be that Wen Hongyuan held a grudge.

Jiang Xing'an was still chattering on and on, probably the only way to make himself feel less unbalanced was to think this way.

If he fucked Wen Hongyuan once, and Wen Hongyuan just came back for revenge, then he could barely accept it. If he was raped by Wen Hongyuan unilaterally, then he might really be about to explode.

However, after Jiang Xing'an finished speaking, Wen Hongyuan frowned even deeper. What does Jiang Xing'an mean? Is he living in a dream?

Did Jiang Xingan dream that he fucked himself in his dreams, or did he have a fever and talk nonsense?

Wen Hongyuan stretched out his hand, and put the back of his hand on Jiang Xing'an's forehead.

The cold back of his hand touched Jiang Xing'an's forehead, Jiang Xing'an froze for a moment, then stretched out his claws, and slapped Wen Hongyuan's hand away.

"What are you doing!"

Wen Hongyuan said: "Do you have a fever? You've already started talking nonsense."

Jiang Xing'an: "..."

"Stop cursing me!" Jiang Xing'an instantly became upset.

"I'm not cursing you, I'm just telling the truth. I'm sorry for what happened last night, and I'll be responsible. As for what you said raped me, I'm sorry to tell you that it's absolutely nothing." Wen Hongyuan said honestly.

Jiang Xing'an sneered: "I need you to be responsible? How many years ago did you think this? We can count it as a one-night stand at most, one-night stand, do you understand!"

Jiang Xing'an continued: "I know you don't want to admit the fact that I was raped, but it's useless for you to deny it."