Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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In the room, Anxi helped Lu Yan stitch the wound and has started to help him clean up the bed.

An An pulled out her legs and walked in. She looked at An Xi. An Xi's face was not that beautiful and eye-catching, but she looked at meekness and gentleness. She was a good wife and mother, and she was the first choice for a wife.

Marrying Anxi home, she can have peace of mind with her husband and son, and her future life will be very beautiful.

I didn't expect to see him for a while, and Lu Yan was surrounded by a gentle woman like this, who grew up with him from an early age.

He really recruits peach blossoms.

"Doctor An, it's hard for you. You go to bed early, and I'll take care of Lu Yan at night." An An said.

An Xi washed her hands by the pool, then looked back at An An, "Miss An An, Brother A Yan is still having a high fever. I will take care of him. After all, you are not a doctor and you do n’t know how to take care of him."

Brother A Yan.

It was really affectionate.

An An straightened her delicate back and tickled her small mouth like a flower. "Dr. An, although the doctor will take care of the patient, it is also during the day and at night, the patient should be accompanied by his family. Doctor, are you Lu Yan's family? "

Anxi shook her head. "I'm not, isn't Miss An An?"

"I am, I am his adoptive daughter, although he once said that ... the adoptive daughter is just a playful woman."

An An's voice fell, An Xi froze, adopted a daughter, a woman who played with ...

"Okay, then I'll go first. If there's something unexpected about Brother A Yan, please call Miss An An immediately." An Xi explained and then went out.

Anshe is gone.

She drove the lover away.

An An looked at the sleeping man on the bed, why did he want to kick him so much?

She stretched out her small white hand, and touched his features with the soft fingers ...

He hasn't shaved for a long time, his face is a bit like a goatee, and he looks a little embarrassed, but his facial features are really Zheng Zheng, with a sharp sword eyebrow, a tall nose bridge, thin cold lips, all flawless, handsome So a little mature and vicissitudes, strong masculinity, more attractive to women.

She felt cold at this moment.

He had a fever, his body was cold and hot, and now his limbs were cold like ice, and his skin was cool.

An An rolled out all the quilts in the room and covered him, but it didn't work, he was still cold.

The slender feather like a butterfly cicada trembled, and An An took off his shoes and got into his quilt.

At this time there is nothing warmer than cuddling each other for heating.

An An lay on his side. Strictly speaking, this was the first time she had slept with him.

She slowly leaned over her small body, stretched out her slender arms and put on his healthy waist, and hugged him gently.

Feeling the warmth emanating from the woman, sleepy Lu Yan quickly rolled over and held her in her arms.

Now the two were facing each other, she was all in his arms.

The petite she had a strong visual impact with his strong body. An An put her small head on his atrium, listening to the sound of heartbeat from there, fluttering, strong and powerful.

Soon she felt the man leaned down, his dry thin lips pressed against the beauty tip of her forehead, and began to kiss.

He started kissing her little face.

An'an Bainen's fingers wanted to grab his shirt, but he had a bandage on his body and no clothes on his upper body. She felt his healthy eight-pack abs, hard, like iron.

His body, I don't know how many women have been hooked.

An An was grieved and angry, and his face was buried down to prevent him from kissing.

At this moment the man rolled over and threw her directly, pressing it down.

"Lu Yan, your injury." She quickly stretched out her hand and crossed the quilt to cover them both tightly.

Lu Yan was groggy and he felt like he was dreaming. In the dream, An An was lying in his quilt, and he was under him.

He leaned down, buried his head in her delicate pink neck and sniffed, a little sweet milky fragrance, a good smell of the girl's body.

"Lu Yan, what are you doing, puppy?" An An shoved his head away from him.

He really smells her body like a puppy.

Lu Yan heard the girl's soft yellow voice, she called him "Lu Yan", and the girl's delicate voice filled with blame, making his eardrums crisp.

He closed her eyes and kissed her red lips.

An An's ice-cold eyes instantly zoomed in, and he kissed her again, holding her soft lips, like a pudding eating something, and sucked two mouthfuls to swallow her.

An An picked up the pink powder and hammered him twice, not wanting to kiss him.

He was fooling around with other women, and there was Anxi beside him. Who knew who he was now, and he was still having a high fever, he didn't even know who she was.

Did he kiss like this with other women, did he ...

An An knew she shouldn't care about his past, but what happened yesterday was something she couldn't forget.

He leaned on that dark corner to let other women ...

An An felt her heart curled up in pain, Lu Yan, why love you so much?

She didn't give kisses, Lu Yan pressed her to kiss her delicate little face, and the rough palms stretched out to pull her clothes.

She wore a pink sweater. She quickly held down her neckline to keep him from succeeding.

"Lu Yan, do you know who I am?" She asked him.

Lu Yan was destined to be unable to answer her question. His head became chaotic in the high and low fever, and he could only seek the warmth and softness he wanted by his instinct.

What he can't get in real life, he can be wanton once in a dream.

His kisses went down ...

When his head got into her sweater, An An was agitated, quickly sober, "Lu Yan, don't!"

She pushed him hard, the man on her body didn't leave, but snorted lowly.

She got his wound.

An An distressed for a moment, "Lu Yan, are you okay?"

The white bandage on his body didn't leak blood, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Lu Yan's heavy body was all over her, and he buried his head in her pink neck and panted.

He dreamed again. In his dreams were An'an's young and charming face, and the pink face was full like a newly bloomed rose flower. The water eyes were bright and shiny, and his voice was thin and sweet when he called him "Lu Yan" Soft, really nice.

It felt so real, she seemed to be under him.

"An An ..." he called in a low voice.

An An.

He was calling her name.

He was calling her name when he had a high fever and was unconscious.

An An's white eyes were red, and she hated herself so much that she was so coaxed, he had been coaxed.

She should hate him, hate his infidelity, hate his dirty.