"Anyway, I will be ruined in your hands in my life." Yi Xiao answered the words as he was just right. He wanted to lead her to say this. The silly girl was indeed fooled. Zhan Yan smirked and continued, "So you have to be responsible."

Zhan Yan looked at Yixiao, and his tone was particularly aggrieved: "Look at you, although your chest is a little smaller, your legs are shorter, your brain is a little stupid, you are timid, you are still crying, and you are willful, but I will accept it."

"Zhan Yan, have you finished speaking?"

Yi Xiao entered the Zhan family and called his name for the first time with his first name. Zhan Yan's heart trembled.

He raised his head and saw the little girl standing up from the chair, walking to him, bent down slightly.

There was a faint bathing fragrance coming to his nose, and he was a little confused.

"Small chest, short legs, stupid brain, timid and crying, and willful?" Yixiao repeated the long tone, then took the pillow on the sofa and rubbed it in his hand twice: "I have the worst bad habit, my brother hasn't said it yet."

Zhan Yan was about to ask something when he saw Yi Xiao in front of him holding the pillow in his hand and smashing him hard twice: "That's why I'm still very violent!"

Then he raised his legs and kicked him at the calf, then walked out of the room angrily.

Before Zhan Yan could recover from her inexplicable temper, he saw Yi Xiao return to him, looking down at him, and said angrily: "Brother, I tell you, if you joke about me in the future, I will ignore you."

"What if it reaches Junpeng's ears..."

Yi Xiao said to himself with a small voice, but it fell into Zhan Yan's ears without saying a word. His face darkened: "Yi Xiao, what did you say?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yi Xiao glared at Zhan Yan again, snorted proudly in his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

She didn't see that the man behind her was so deep.

...

Yi Xiao's dull eyes rolled twice, picked up a piece of glass fragment on the ground, which was stained with Zhan Yan's blood.

Her hands trembled, and the light reflected from the glass sheet seemed to be constantly intertwined with Li Junpeng and Zhan Yan's faces. Her lips trembled, and she silently said sorry in her heart, and then stroked her wrist.

...

Two years later

The sound of men and women loving each other could be vaguely heard in the spacious hall.

From the front of the door to the leather sofa, the ground was scattered all the way, all the women's clothes were messy and ambiguous.

On the huge sofa, two buttons of the man's shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his strong breasts. He sat on the woman's body and rubbed her plumpness rudely with his hands.

The charming woman under him was half lying on the sofa, her sexy arms hooked the man's neck weakly, and her delicate voice shouted charmingly: "Sir Zhan, don't be here, um... let's go back to the room..."

"What, can't stand it like this? Is it comfortable? Baby?"

"Ah——Sir Zhan, please be gentle, please..."

The conversation that should have been shy was shouted loudly by the two people who were entangled together, fearing that the servants in the villa would not know that they were performing a restricted scene at this moment.

"A thief..." Yi Xiao turned over on the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered her head, trying to block her ears and stop listening to those blushing and heartbeat sounds. "Anyway, I'm ruined in your hands in my life." Yi Xiao answered the words just right, and she wanted to lead her to say this. The silly girl was indeed fooled. Zhan Yan smirked and continued, "So you have to take responsibility."

Zhan Yan looked at Yixiao, and his tone was particularly aggrieved: "Look at you, although your chest is a little smaller, your legs are shorter, your brain is a little stupid, you are timid, you are still crying, and you are willful, but I will accept it."

"Zhan Yan, have you finished speaking?"

Yi Xiao entered the Zhan family and called his name for the first time with his first name. Zhan Yan's heart trembled.

He raised his head and saw the little girl standing up from the chair, walking to him, bent down slightly.

There was a faint bathing fragrance coming to his nose, and he was a little confused.

"Small chest, short legs, stupid brain, timid and crying, and willful?" Yixiao repeated the long tone, then took the pillow on the sofa and rubbed it in his hand twice: "I have the worst bad habit, my brother hasn't said it yet."

Zhan Yan was about to ask something when he saw Yi Xiao in front of him holding the pillow in his hand and smashing him hard twice: "That's why I'm still very violent!"

Then he raised his legs and kicked him at the calf, then walked out of the room angrily.

Before Zhan Yan could recover from her inexplicable temper, he saw Yi Xiao return to him, looking down at him, and said angrily: "Brother, I tell you, if you joke about me in the future, I will ignore you."

"What if it reaches Junpeng's ears..."

Yi Xiao said to himself with a small voice, but it fell into Zhan Yan's ears without saying a word. His face darkened: "Yi Xiao, what did you say?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yi Xiao glared at Zhan Yan again, snorted proudly in his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

She didn't see that the man behind her was so deep.

...

Yi Xiao's dull eyes rolled twice, picked up a piece of glass fragment on the ground, which was stained with Zhan Yan's blood.

Her hands trembled, and the light reflected from the glass sheet seemed to be constantly intertwined with Li Junpeng and Zhan Yan's faces. Her lips trembled, and she silently said sorry in her heart, and then stroked her wrist.

...

Two years later

The sound of men and women loving each other could be vaguely heard in the spacious hall.

From the front of the door to the leather sofa, the ground was scattered all the way, all the women's clothes were messy and ambiguous.

On the huge sofa, two buttons of the man's shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his strong breasts. He sat on the woman's body and rubbed her plumpness rudely with his hands.

The charming woman under him was half lying on the sofa, her sexy arms hooked the man's neck weakly, and her delicate voice shouted charmingly: "Sir Zhan, don't be here, um... let's go back to the room..."

"What, can't stand it like this? Is it comfortable? Baby?"

"Ah——Sir Zhan, please be gentle, please..."

The conversation that should have been shy was shouted loudly by the two people who were entangled together, fearing that the servants in the villa would not know that they were performing a restricted scene at this moment.
Chapter completed!