Ye Lan smiled suddenly, with a hint of crampage in his eyes: "I can understand that Sister Yan is... caring about me?"
Yan Qingxue's voice still had no ups and downs, just said, "I am a doctor."
Because she is a doctor, she instinctively thinks of reducing the damage of smoking. This is just the instinct of being a doctor, not the concern for Ye Lan.
Ye Lan didn't care. He didn't plan to just sleep once, so he made Yan Qingxue fall in love with him. This was undoubtedly a whim. The 40% favorability may be very high for ordinary people. He is already a friend, but yes
Yan Qingxue said that she might not even be a bedmate.
He just smiled and stared at Yan Qingxue straight into her eyes, and his eyes fell into her eyes, making a sudden realization: "Oh, it turns out that he took off his white coat, Sister Yan is still a doctor..."
Yan Qingxue instantly heard the sarcasm in Ye Lan's words, saying that she was completely different from two completely different people inside and outside the hospital. It was the most direct judgment whether she would show a gentle smile.
But Yan Qingxue knew that Ye Lan was not just talking about her appearance, but also the heart that buried deep in desires.
Yan Qingxue knew that after leaving the hospital, her suppression of those perverted thoughts would indeed be reduced.
The identity of a doctor is not only a profession, but also a restraint on her.
Ye Lan once again saw through her hidden deep real thoughts.
Yan Qingxue no longer struggled with this. This is the devil's method and there is nothing worth exploring.
Ye Lan no longer said anything to Yan Qingxue. He took the cigarette from her hand, skillfully tear it apart, pulled it out and held it in his mouth, and then thought of something, slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qingxue with a face.
The expression is a smile but not a smile.
The plump thigh moved slightly, holding the cigarette in his mouth, and said something a little blurry: "Sister Yan, guess, have you forgotten something..."
Yan Qingxue said nothing, turned around and walked out of the bedroom. After a while, she took a lighter and inlaid with phoenix silver, which was not a bargain.
Ye Lan was originally laughing, and Xiao Yan Qingxue was keen and slow. Seeing the movement in her hand, she stopped immediately and blinked: "Sister Yan, are you Doraemon? Whatever I want, I can do it.
Take out something.”
"This is what I found at home, and someone else gave it to you before."
"No wonder, I said you were not wearing clothes, how could you go downstairs to buy cigarettes? I thought you were perverted." Ye Lan's two red flakes were slightly raised, and with the cigarette, he also trembled slightly upward.
Just as he was about to ignite it, his eyes lit up, he pointed at Yan Qingxue and smiled, "These are things given by the patient, right? You accepted the patient's things, this is a bribe. I want to report you!"
Yan Qingxue only has two faint words: "It's up to you."
Ye Lan smiled and shook his head, then lit his eyes, and then a mouthful of white mist slowly spit out from his mouth. The smoke gradually spread, blurring his face, and occupying the entire room domineeringly.
Ye Lan's movements were too skillful, and he obviously smoked a lot, and his posture of playing ash was inexplicably elegant.
If he hadn't bounced the ash on the floor at will.
Noting Yan Qingxue's expression, Ye Lan smiled again as a little fox, her eyes raised so much that she almost flew up, and she asked with a chuckling, "Are you angry?"
Before Yan Qingxue could say anything, her body suddenly approached the bed, her neck was hooked by an arm, and her bare body stood in front of her honestly.
Ye Lan bent down, lowered her head, accurately found Yan Qingxue's lips, and then kissed her. He passed by a stimulating and choking cigarette in this way.
"cough……"
Yan Qingxue, who had never smoked a cigarette, subconsciously started coughing, but was blocked by Ye Lan and had no way to vent. She only felt that Ye Lan was pestering her in a naughty and naughty manner, and she vowed to pass the entire cigarette to her.
Under such circumstances, the spicy feeling disappeared inexplicably, like bitter gourd. After the strong bitterness, it seemed that I had tasted a hint of sweetness.
Ye Lan finally let go of Yan Qingxue and took a few steps back. Two white and tender barefoots stepped on the soft quilt, all of them fell into it, and then laughed out loud there: "Hahaha..."
He completed a sloppy mischief and felt joy and joy.
After laughing for a while, Ye Lan looked at Yan Qingxue, stunned, and then showed childish anger and anger: "You are lying! You are clearly able to smoke!"
Yan Qingxue did not explain where the reason why she did not cough came from, but just looked at Ye Lan. His expression at this moment made her regain a trace of Ye Lan's feeling at the beginning.
The next moment, Ye Lan laughed again: "That's strange. I'm blocking your mouth so much, you can't cough even if you want to."
"Now you're smoking too, so..." Ye Lan stretched out her snow-white arms out of the bed, and bounced the ashes again, and the corners of her lips curled up, "You have no reason to say to me."
After saying that, cigarette butt leaned against Ye Lan's lips. He took a deep breath, but did not exhale. Instead, he raised his chin lightly at Yan Qingxue, looking down with an extremely arrogant attitude as if he was talking: come over.
Yan Qingxue stood there without any movement, allowing Ye Lan to hook her neck again, lower her head, kiss her lips, and let a sip of cigarette.
Ye Lan was so upset that he never got tired of it. He smoked a whole cigarette until the cigarette butts burned it and then stopped.
The two separated. Ye Lan looked at the wire connecting the two, and lazily held the cigarette butt, broke it, and then decisively bent his legs and knelt on the bed.
This posture made Yan Qingxue much taller than Ye Lan, but this was his purpose. He stretched out a hand to grab Yan Qingxue's hair, forced her to bend over and come to the same height as him. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you say you're afraid that I'm sick, you're not afraid now?"
Calculate the accounts after autumn.
Yan Qingxue seemed to be unable to feel the pain on her head, but she looked at Ye Lan deeply, her eyes seemed to be filled with thin mist, which contained inexplicable emotions, rich and ready to move.
Ye Lan smiled brilliantly: "Actually I lied to you. Now you are taking HIV reagents and checking them, maybe they are two levers."
Yan Qingxue responded to him with his actions. Ye Lan closed his knees, his buttocks fell on his feet, and his body slowly lying down. With the people on his body, he kissed him with restraint and forcefully.
In the breathing gap, Ye Lan whispered hoarsely: "Sister Yan, let's do it again?"
His lips remained slightly open, and after a long period of stiffness, he sighed softly: "Sister Yan, I really like you..."
At this moment, Zhou Qimeng was waiting at home for Ye Lan to come back to get his luggage like a resentment.