Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

The man put on the black shirt with one hand and buttoned the collar.

Then, his eyes turned red, and he looked at her with a pitiful look.

"Mr. Qin, my hand hurts."

After the anesthetic wears off, the pain hits instantly.

The canvas bag was left behind in the villa, so Qin Yan could only send the original test paper on the phone to Xi Xiaoyu.

"I can't help you stop the pain. Otherwise, if you play hypnotic music, you won't feel any pain when you fall asleep."

She put her phone on the table and looked down at the songs.

The man straightened his back, took Qin Yan's hand hanging by his side with his other uninjured hand, and stroked his slender jade fingers like bamboo shoots for a while.

The skin in the palm of the hand is white and flawless, as moist as suet.

Nails coated with a thin layer of clear polish look like carved ivory.

Xi Yue's gaze moved from bottom to top, and stopped at those clear eyes.

With a smile on his lips, his tone softened a lot, and he advised her: "Ms. Qin has taught so many students, you can coax me."

Qin Yan felt that it was necessary to make a point.

"I'm a university teacher, not a kindergarten teacher."

Which college students still need to coax and lie to go to class, it all depends on everyone's self-consciousness.

She suddenly felt that this was not very good for a patient, so she suddenly lowered her voice: "I... I will try."

Xi Yue raised her phoenix eyes slightly, let go of the woman's hand, leaned on the sofa, and pretended to wait and see.

"I'm hard to coax, Teacher Qin." He emphasized.

Qin Yan took a step slowly, helped the man's shoulders onto the sofa, and slowly stood up on his knees in front of him.

With her fingers running along his collar buttons, she carefully unbuttoned them one by one.

After untying the third one, Xi Yue's hot chest heaved and fell, and his breathing became disordered.

Grabbing the woman's finger that continued down, his eyes were burning with some kind of emotion.

"what are you doing?"

Qin Yan blinked his eyes suspiciously, not understanding why he asked such a question suddenly.

Tell the truth: "Coax, coax you..."

Didn't he insist on coaxing it by himself, and he asked back with an understanding and pretending to be confused.

Xi Yue's eyes deepened, her voice became hoarse, her Adam's apple rolled obviously, and she let go of her wrist.

"I, I continue?"

Qin Yan bit her lower lip lightly and asked uncertainly.

Why is he so strange, is he going to coax or not?

Change the hexagram in a while.

Xi Yue's deep eyes locked on her without blinking.

"Well, go on."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Qin Yan moved his fingertips. Five or six seconds later, the black shirt buttoned up by the man was slightly opened, and his tight muscles first appeared.

Qin Yan tried his best not to look sideways, holding the fabric of the shirt button.

Her face was flushed: "Xi Yue, sit up."

The man did as he was told, keeping a distance between his back and the soft sofa.

Without hindrance, Qin Yan slowly took off one side of his shirt until the gauze on his arm was exposed, then his hands stopped, and he did not take off his clothes again.

She put her hands on the back of the sofa, bent down little by little, and blew her red lips close to the wound.

The air flow spread out and slid across the skin of the man's arm, warm and moist.

After repeating it three times, Qin Yan buried his head in the edge of the gauze and kissed again.

After doing this, she straightened her upper body again.

She turned her face away a little shyly, not daring to look directly into the man's eyes.

"Hoo hoo, kiss me, and fly away in pain."

This is her way of coaxing people.

The shirt fit loosely against Xi Yue's arm.

He held the woman's waist with his bony hands, and his voice was hoarse.

"Mr. Qin, did I tell you just now? I'm hard to coax. "