Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

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damn it!

His face was blue and red.

However, Chi Enen didn't even know that he had regained consciousness, but could not open his eyes for the time being. Seeing that the person in the bed was motionless, I thought he was still in a coma.

He stretched out his hand and drew his outline again in the void. When the line of sight fell on his pale lips, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand, trying to help him restore his blood.

Her fingertips just tapped, and suddenly, something unexpected happened to her.

I saw that the man who was still in a coma suddenly opened his thin lips and bit the tip of her finger.

"Hiss——" Ten fingers connected to the heart.

Chi Enen was bitten and sucked in a cold breath, and conditioned to retract her hand, only to find that a ring of teeth marks had been bitten out on her index finger.

But she couldn't take care of the tooth marks on her fingers anymore, and she stood up abruptly and threw herself on the bed, with great surprise, "Li Beijue, are you awake?"

The man on the hospital bed didn’t know when he opened the eagle eyes. The obsidian pupils reflected her surprise, as if sucking her in. The thin lips touched each other, and the voice was a little hoarse, "You kind of Call it, the dead will be called alive by you, let alone I am not dead!"

What's the meaning?

Chi Enen was too late to find out what he meant. After the huge shock of joy, she came back to her senses and immediately said, "Wait for me, I'll go to the doctor."

With that, she turned around and ran to call the doctor.

Chi En'en had just turned around, his wrist had already been grabbed.

After hearing a muffled snort, she was pulled back by others, and she fell into the arms of the person on the hospital bed unexpectedly.

She was taken aback, and her first reaction was to get up quickly.

However, before she moved, the waist was caught, and the person holding her yelled hoarsely, "Don't move! Chi Enen, I still have injuries on my body. If you don't want to break the wound, don't mess with it. verb: move!"

"..." The little woman who was in a hurry was as if she had been acupointed, her back stiffened, and she couldn't move.

Li Beijue felt the soft and comfortable body in his arms, his thin lips hooked up slightly invisible, and his mood improved.

He wanted to do this when he couldn't open his eyes just now.

Sure enough, there is still a certain gap between the feeling of holding this woman in imagination and the actual holding.

The person in the arms obviously didn't spray perfume, but the body exudes a particularly comfortable smell. The elegant fragrance is much more comfortable than those women who like to spray perfume on their bodies.

He really didn't understand why those women like to spray perfume on their bodies, so that the fragrance is more disgusting than the smelly, so why not just use nothing like Chi Eun!

The nephrite Wenxiang in his arms is comfortable to hold, but he can't be sure if he has enough self-control to control his tight lower abdomen.

But when I thought of letting go of the woman in my arms, there was another unspeakable uncomfortable feeling in my heart.

No matter how unhappy, he loosened his arm, raised his brows, and said, "It's too small."

"What?" Chi Enen didn't know that he let go of his hand, fearing that his wound would burst, his back stiffened, and he didn't dare to move.

"What do you mean? Where do you think you can use a small description?" The poisonous tongue is overbearing.

Where can I use a small description...

Chi En'en turned his nervous nerves, and suddenly understood what he meant-he disliked her for being small!

Her cheeks suddenly became hot, and she could no longer take care of the wounds of the people under her body. Just as she was about to stand up, just at this moment—