Chapter 108: She made fun of him? She made fun of him

She held her arms up and looked at it for a long time.

Hearing this, Qi Yanjing looked at her in surprise, then suddenly laughed.

No wonder, why did she go to bed so early some time ago?

It turned out that she knew that he would have to work after she fell asleep, but there was nothing she could do. She was worried about her, so she had to work harder at night.

A little detail caused ripples in my heart.

"How can you control me like that?" He said softly, smiling and pinching Zhihan's face.

She didn't know about it during the first two days. She would stay up until 11 o'clock every time to go to bed, talk to him and joke with him.

On the third day, she did not go to the bathroom before going to bed. She woke up at 12:30 in the morning and Qi Yanjing was not around. She got up and went to the bathroom first, and then saw that the light in the study was still on.

She stood at a distance and watched, but did not disturb him. She knew that after she went in, Qi Yanjing would definitely come back to sleep with her, which would cause him more trouble, so she turned around and went back to sleep.

On the fourth night, he went to bed early at nine o'clock so that he could finish his work and rest early.

She was originally sitting cross-legged on the sofa, but she turned over and sat astride Qi Yanjing's legs. Qi Yanjing took a deep breath in his heart, he really couldn't stand the teasing.

Especially during these twelve days, I just chatted with Zhixian under the covers.

Things have come to this point, and it would be quite inhumane for him to keep thinking about those yellow waste materials, so he just had to endure it.

"Don't you like it?" the question sounded innocent.

He said "I like it" and reached out to touch the zipper of her skirt on the back. Halfway through, he seemed to think of something and pulled it back.

Wen Zhixian was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a little curiosity.

There was absolutely no way he wasn't moved. She had already felt the changes in Qi Yanjing's body, and it seemed like he was having a hard time enduring it.

Qi Yanjing held her right forearm and looked at the wound that was finally healing. "What if you move too violently and it splits open again?"

He was already heartbroken at the thought of this.

Wen Zhixian didn't expect this to be the reason, and smiled at him and said, "Do you still want to get more intense?"

Qi Yanjing raised the corners of his lips slightly, "I'm talking about you."

Wen Zhixian: “?”

She couldn't help but widen her eyes, "How could I have that!"

"Really?" Qi Yanjing raised his eyebrows slightly, lifted her chin lightly and looked at her.

Wen Zhixian: “…”

It does seem that the movements are unconsciously a little larger, but that is also Qi Yanjing's fault!

His little torture methods are so powerful that they can make people lose control.

He has a good brain, and is good at everything. He can even constantly find new ways to do things like this.

"Forget it." Wen Zhixian was about to climb down from him and sit on the sofa beside her, but unexpectedly Qi Yanjing held her down.

Wen Zhixian snorted softly: "Didn't you say that my movements were intense?"

Qi Yanjing held her right wrist and placed it on his lips, kissing her gently, staring at her with burning eyes, "That's my business, I can also calm you down."

He looked around but didn't see any good places.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

He replied lazily, "Let's find a place where your movements are not so intense."

After looking away, he felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that there is no such place."

Wen Zhixian wondered what he wanted, wasn't it a very shameful play part? Wouldn't she still be the one who suffered?

She leaned over and kissed Qi Yanjing's lips, rubbing him gently, breaking through his defenses bit by bit.

Three minutes later, Wen Zhixian stopped, blinked and stared at him, his mind full of question marks.

No, why didn't he move at all?

Qi Yanjing looked at her innocently, wanting to see how far she could go. He even wanted to tell her: Don't just kiss, what else? What are you going to do next? You do it.

"And then?" he couldn't help but ask.

Wen Zhihan pursed her lips but couldn't hide her smile. She put her hand on the place where she was sitting and pressed it a few times, looking at him with the same innocent look on her face. Qi Yanjing let out a gasp, and she thought to herself: Brother, you are really patient. You are still enduring even in this situation.

His eyes turned slightly, and a gleam of light flashed across them.

She used words to calm Qi Yanjing: "Wait a minute, I'll play something interesting with you."

As she spoke, she climbed down from Qi Yanjing's legs. Qi Yanjing was in the mood and did not stop her. Instead, he wanted to see what his wife could do.

Qi Yanjing watched her put on her shoes and walk towards the bedroom. When she reached the wall in the hallway, she leaned against the wall and smiled at him, "Oh, brother, you don't have any interest in me anymore. Do you have a girl outside? The love between the three of us is so crowded."

After saying this, he even wiped away her unnecessary tears. Look how happy she was...

Qi Yanjing: “…”

He thought she was making trouble for him, but she was making trouble for him.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and called out "Zhixian" with a smile.

Wen Zhixian saw him coming and ran back to the bedroom, locking the door. He was so happy that he said to Qi Yanjing outside the door: "Brother, bear with it. It's not a big deal."

Let you sit there calmly, waiting for her to continue and watch her perform.

Hee, now you feel good.

Qi Yanjing pressed the door handle and it was locked.

Wen Zhihan planned to wait ten minutes before opening the door. She went back to bed and lay down. She raised her arm to look at the wound. The tender pink flesh looked quite scary. If she accidentally rubbed it... She took a deep breath at the thought of this. It hurt just thinking about it.

Suddenly, he heard the sound coming from the door again. Wen Zhixian put down his arms and imagined the scene of Qi Yanjing standing outside the door and unable to open it.

The door opened the next second.

The smile on Wen Zhixian's face slowly faded and he sat up abruptly.

Qi Yanjing pushed the door open and shook the key in his hand. His expression was so smug that he said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.

Wen Zhihan's eyes widened in disbelief.

He casually threw the key on the table and slowly walked towards her, "It's really interesting."

His tone was somewhat sinister...

Wen Zhixian sat on the bed and laughed dryly twice, "I think so too."

She glanced down, wondering if he had run out of needs.

Qi Yanjing lowered his head along her line of sight and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. She really dared to look!

He raised his eyes and stared at her meaningfully: "Take it off and show it to you?"

…

I never say useless words. If I have pants, I will really take them off.

He leaned against the headboard and wrapped his arms around Zhihan's waist, holding her slender wrist and lifting it high, fixing it above her head.

Wen Zhixian lay on top of him, panting so hard that he didn't have any strength left, let alone any intense movements.

This time, each of his movements was unusually gentle, yet also extremely torturous, hanging her in the balance, as if in retaliation for her having just locked him out...

An hour passed and they have not been separated since then.

Qi Yanjing lifted her limp right hand in front of him and kissed the wound lightly a few times.