"Don't look, don't look." An Ying shook her head shyly and tensed her legs.
"Be good, honey, let me take a look, it'll be fine in a while."
Tian Junhao's voice was very gentle and soft. He grabbed her jade legs and his movements were also very gentle, like a gentle caress.
Such tenderness relieved An Ying's shyness, and she slowly spread her legs, her heart trembling.
Her body was really uncomfortable, it felt like it was being torn apart, and it hurt even if it contracted slightly.[
Tian Junhao lowered his head and looked carefully. He couldn't see anything wrong, so he put a finger in and came out with blood.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.
She quickly grabbed the cell phone on the bedside and made a call. It seemed that he was really rude during the day and hurt her.
Tian Junhao frowned slightly, lowered his head and kissed her. With self-blaming eyes, he looked at the slightly trembling An Ying and comforted him: "Be good, I won't touch you."
"Yes." After hearing Tian Junhao's promise, she breathed a sigh of relief and her expression softened.
She turned over, climbed up, knelt on the bed, opened her hands, and imitated his tone during the day, and said, "Hao, give me a hug, it won't hurt anymore."
At this moment, Tian Junhao was standing beside the bed. Hearing her words, his body and mind trembled. At that moment, his nose felt sore inexplicably.
For the first time, An Ying reached out to him and said, "Hao, give him a hug."
This scene, this tone, and this expression are exactly the same as Yi Qing's one and five hundred years ago.
He couldn't help it, he felt sour and happy at the same time. For a while, all kinds of emotions were swimming in his body.
At that time, Yiqing suddenly became interested in learning embroidery from the girls in the house. She started to learn it, but she was very clumsy. When she accidentally pricked a drop of blood with a needle, she ran to him and acted coquettishly: "Hao, it hurts, please hug me.
It won’t hurt if you give me a hug.”
She was always like this, showing her dependence and need for him all the time.
As soon as she did something wrong, she would lower her head, take the initiative to hook her arms around his neck, stick her tongue into his mouth, kiss him, and say: "Hao, kiss him, don't be angry."
She always used this trick. When she made a mistake, she would come up with a lot of tricks. She would eat his tofu fiercely and then, with a submissive look on her face, she would say, "You've already punished me with a kiss. You can't scold me anymore."