Rebirth is evenly matched

Qin Yin coughed lowly, tilted his head, raised his hand and patted the back of Cen Xuan's hand, "Look at the phone, it should have been sent."

Cen Xuan didn't move.

He felt a little guilty.

It seems that there is a reason for him to be close to this person.

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

Cen Xuan looked at his hand on his stomach, turned his head and kissed his forehead with an intimate gesture.

"Fortunately."

Qin Yin tilted his head, saw fine sweat on his forehead, breathed slightly, and smiled lightly.

After so many years, how well Cen Xuan understood this person, and when the contours of his eyebrows and eyes softened, it was very helpful.

He really likes when two people embrace each other, with their necks intertwined and their gestures intimate. This is better than the sex between the sheets, and it makes people feel more secure.

Cen Xuan smiled clearly, kissed Qin Yin's sweaty hair on the temples, his tone was low and gentle, like a whisper between lovers, "Go to bed and watch, huh?"

The man squinted over, his eyes soft.

This is agreed.

Cen Xuan leaned over and carefully hugged him up.

When the two had a good relationship, Cen Xuan liked to hug Qin Yin often.

Especially when the person is seriously ill, weak and struggling to walk, but refuses to ask for help.

Qin Yin is always willing to indulge him.

Cen Xuan actually understands that this person has an exquisite mind, and he can clearly see his reluctance.

So when he suppressed his emotions and approached perfunctory, this person always pushed him away.

Before climbing onto the bed, Cen Xuan poured Qin Yin a glass of water, held it in front of him, and said with a smile on his face, "It's warm."

Qin Yin hooked his lower lip slightly, took it, and took a half sip.

"Too little."

Cen Xuan was upset, and drooped his face, "You call it a waste of the fruits of my labor."

Qin Yin was forced to drink a few more sips.

Cen Xuan took it, put it on the thermostatic coaster of the bedside table, turned over and climbed to the other side of the bed, plunged into it, and yawned lazily.

It doesn't look like they are here to recuperate, but they look like they are here for vacation.

Qin Yin looked at him, paused left and right, smiled at the corner of his mouth, pinched his cheeks, "Don't fall asleep, check your mail."

"Well……"

Just after eating enough, he lay down on the bed, Cen Xuan was so sleepy that his eyelids almost closed, he was torn and torn, and muttered in a daze: "Don't touch it! If it is torn, you won't be able to be on camera! "

Qin Yin didn't think it was funny.

"It doesn't look like it's hurt at all—"

He was pulled to lie down, his arms were pulled away, and a round head rested on his shoulders.

"Don't you say—"

Cen Xuan pulled the phone, looked a little more awake, raised his head, his eyes sparkled, "I think this luxurious VIP ward is not much different from the five-star hotel I stayed in country H last time, if it weren't for the arms and legs It still hurts a little, I really don't think living here is... huh?"

A brain popped under the corner of the forehead.

Looking up, she saw Qin Yin's complexion darkened, his brows tightly frowned, his pale lips pursed, and he spit out a few words lightly.

"Don't say such unlucky words."

Cen Xuan shrank his head, stuck out his tongue, and turned back to look at his phone.

By the way, I spit out, "Superstition!"

It is estimated that the Qin family has many rules, and Qin Yin has been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and it has become like this.

Cen Xuan was lying on the bed, resting his chin on the man's arm, thumping his calf, and kept slandering.

After all, he came from a wealthy family, which is different from ordinary people.

The zoomed-in video of the scene was clicked on, and Cen Xuan only glanced at it, and suddenly said "Ouch", tilted his body, and accidentally kicked Qin Yin.