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Leng Yanchi closed her eyes tightly, but her sense of smell was extremely keen.

The familiar sweet aroma invaded his reason.

Tang Jinjin was caught off guard when she heard that murmur.

There was no room for recovery, so he was hugged.

Tang Jinjin kept taking deep breaths, and tried her best to raise her head, trying not to rub against him.

This person is confused, she can't be confused!
"Brother Yan Chi, I'm Tang Jinjin!" Tang Jinjin gritted her molars and reminded in a low voice.

But Leng Yanchi was not sober.

The arm around the waist is like a soldering iron.

Tang Jinjin was pregnant with the child, and she was a little afraid that the child would be strangled by him!

"Huh..." Tang Jinjin was so stiff that she didn't dare to move, and her whole body was steaming.

Tang Jinjin stared blankly at her black eyes, from being in disbelief at the beginning to gradually calming down.

She found that the sleeping Leng Yanchi was not so attractive after losing that cold spirit.

Under the dim light, his handsome and extraordinary face was quiet and gentle, with deep brows, and his thin lips were lightly pursed under his tall nose.

Suddenly he moved, and leaned against her shoulder and neck in a very nostalgic posture, breathing shallowly, apparently in a deep sleep.

This is obviously different from the noble and arrogant appearance in the daytime.

"Gudong!" Tang Jinjin swallowed hard.

It is said that men with uncertain weather are the most unpredictable, such as Leng Yanchi.

He obviously doesn't like to see him so much, and treats him coldly, but sometimes he has a kind of morbid possessiveness.

For example, he likes her to knead her hand, such as now, hugging himself and not letting go.

When Tang Jinjin moved, he hugged him even tighter. He had no choice but to negotiate with him.

"Brother Yanchi, your Meiyan will be angry if you do this! She will think too much!"

Hearing the word Meiyan, the unconscious man suddenly frowned.

The subconscious dislike was undisguised.

Tang Jinjin almost held her breath, only her eyes dared to move.

She saw him frown.

Since you care so much about his Mi-yeon, let her go!
Tang Jinjin's breathing became short of breath, and she became a little angry.

A pair of black eyes were full of viciousness, and she was grinding her teeth.

"Brother Yan Chi, let go now, I won't sue, let go!"

Tang Jinjin tried both soft and hard, but she didn't dare to move her whole body, and she didn't dare to use force. She even raised one foot, for fear of touching him!

"Tang Jinjin, don't make noise."

The man's cello-like voice was hoarse, which made Tang Jinjin a little stunned.

He knew who he was, so why didn't he let go and put his arms around him? ! ! !

Tang Jinjin held back the anger in her heart and calmly persuaded her.

"You also know that I'm Tang Jinjin, but the person you hate the most, don't you like me if you hug me and don't let go? Huh?"

After saying this, Tang Jinjin chuckled.

Can't hold back, really can't hold back.

Ke laughed and laughed, but suddenly her smile stopped abruptly.

Raising his head abruptly, he saw Leng Yanchi's slightly opened eyelids.

The glint in the depths of the man's eyes is secretive.

Tang Jinjin blinked innocently, and met his eyes.

"Uh...you're confused, you mistook me for Miss Zhao..." Tang Jinjin looked at him holding her breath and explained.

Leng Yanchi blinked lazily, turned over and put Tang Jinjin on the bed.

Tang Jinjin:? ? ?

"Hey, Brother Yanchi, what are you doing? What are you doing! I'm pregnant!" Tang Jinjin thumped her limbs, terrified.

He was tall, with long hands and legs, and she felt like a little chick pressed against the bed.

Don't be too imagery if you have no power to restrain the chicken.

The man's big hands domineeringly tied the woman's slender waist, his restrained thick black eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous breath, and the almost unbearable tone overflowed from his throat: "Shut up!"

Tang Jinjin's breathing stopped for an instant.

In an instant, she stopped struggling.

Three seconds later, Tang Jinjin took a breath carefully: "I can shut up, can you let me go!"

What kind of words are these.

I've seen someone who is crazy about drinking, but I haven't seen someone who has a cold and fever and is domineering.

And from his impatient tone, it was obvious that he was hugging him and not letting go, so what was the meaning of his impatience.

Tang Jinjin was really cursing in her heart, but was there anything she could do.

Leng Yanchi tossed her for a while, and then his breathing gradually calmed down.

Fall asleep again? ! !
Tang Jinjin listened to his shallow breathing.

Stared at his closed eyes for a long time.

This man's eyelashes are really superior, and they are so beautiful.

Thinking of this, Tang Jinjin was startled.

"Tang Jinjin, what are you thinking!"

After warning the little person in her heart that was ready to move, Tang Jinjin reached out and took away the big hand that was clasped around her waist.

As soon as his hand touched the back of his hand, Leng Yanchi frowned in displeasure, and the force became a little stronger.

her waist...

Tang Jinjin couldn't help crying inwardly.

Their posture is really wrong.

Tang Jinjin calmed down for a few seconds, and then, without stopping to do anything, pushed Leng Yanchi's arm away, turning over neatly to free herself.

In the nightmare, Leng Yanchi went from being relieved to being absent-minded, the familiar feeling was gone in his arms, and he felt empty and unhappy.

Tang Jinjin got off the other side of the bed and stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips angrily.

For the first time, he looked at the man on the bed with a condescending attitude.

Looking at the man's delicate silhouette, and the long legs that were already hanging at the end of the bed.

Tang Jinjin clicked his tongue twice.

The cold-faced Hades is a cold-faced Hades after all, even in deep sleep he releases a cold and powerful aura.

But looking at it, Tang Jinjin found that something was wrong with Leng Yanchi.

His brows were wrinkled into a "Chuan", and his breathing was heavy and rapid.

Tang Jinjin immediately climbed onto the bed, knelt in front of him and pushed his shoulder.

"Brother Yan Chi, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Yan didn't open his eyes, but his mood was obviously abnormal.

Tang Jinjin stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, and just as his soft palm touched his forehead, Leng Yanchi suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and fixed his eyes on the panicked woman.

"Tang Jinjin, was it you that night!" Leng Yanchi almost woke up from the nightmare in an instant.

His voice was particularly low, rustling and hoarse, coming from his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

He clearly knew the temperature of those small hands and the softness of their palms.

Tang Jinjin was dumbfounded by the questioning: "What night?" She was taken aback by Leng Yanchi's surprise.

Leng Yanchi lowered his sword eyebrows, and stared straight at Tang Jinjin's pretty and sweet little face with a pair of quiet black eyes.

Those black eyes ranged from black to scarlet.

It was as if he wanted to see through Tang Jinjin's soul.

Tang Jinjin met his gaze, her black eyes were so scarlet that her bones trembled in fright.

"Brother Yan, Yan Chi, what did you say, what night."