Suddenly, a hand struck and pulled her into a warm embrace, and just as she was about to break free, someone's hoarse voice overhead: "Don't move, I have a needle in my hand."
Subconsciously looked over, Yan Yanqi saw Bo Qichen's hand on his waist, with a needle on the back of his hand.
Yan Yan 7: "Deliberately, if she has to use this claw, she doesn't believe in this evil."
Bo Qichen's dark eyes were closed, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his thin lips touched up and down slightly: "I'm tired, sleep with me for a while, don't run." ” "Hmm."
Yan Yanqi hummed softly, indeed, now she feels sorry for Bo Qichen, who is sick.
Yan Yanqi was hugged by him from behind, her back against his somewhat hard chest, and through the thin fabric, she seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat and his body temperature.
His embrace, as always, can give her a sense of security.
The corners of Bo Qichen's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile that Yan Qi couldn't see.
I hope that in the future, I can sleep with you every day The first thing you see when you open your eyes in the morning is your face, and the last thing you see before closing your eyes at night is your face.
This may be the most beautiful appearance of love.
At least, for Bo Qichen, that's the case.
He never thought that he could have this kind of thought, let alone that he could meet someone he liked, and the future road has her, ordinary but distinctive, very lively, isn't it If he could, he really wanted to take a plain and ordinary future path with Yan Yanqi, but his identity would never allow it.
In the middle of the night, Yan Yanqi was woken up by hunger, and for a day, she had not eaten at all except for drinking a lot of water and juice As soon as his body moved, Bo Qichen's hand tightened.
The light on the bedside table was turned on.
"What's wrong and where are you going?"
Yan Yanqi subconsciously went to look at his hanging bottle, and then breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Bo Qichen got up and changed the hanging bottle by himself.
She slept dead and forgot to give.
She yawned, then one hand carefully removed his needle-piercing hand and said, "You're running out of potion."
You can pull it yourself, I'm hungry, go downstairs to find something to eat, and bring some for you by the way. ” Bo Qichen nodded and let her get out of bed.
Yan Yanqi went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then yawned and went downstairs.
There was no one in the kitchen at this time, quietly.
There are never leftovers in Mansion No. 7, the three meals a day are freshly made, absolutely fresh, and the vegetables and fruits are changed and flown in every day.
So there was nothing in the refrigerator and took a bottle of yogurt, Yan Yanqi opened it and took a sip, hesitated, she took a ham sausage and came out, and then looked for rice, washed rice, and planned to cook porridge.
She's not a good cook, no.
It can't be said that it is bad, but that there is no such skill at all She only helped cook porridge last time she was in London, and she still remembers the approximate steps, plus there is so much technology in the kitchen, just put the rice in it and wait for it to be cooked.
After washing the rice, Yan Yanqi cut the ham sausage and threw it in, and then searched for a long time in the refrigerator before finding two green vegetables, and then threw them directly into the pot and cooked them together.
While drinking yogurt, Yan Yanqi sat on a chair and waited silently for porridge.
Thirty minutes later, hearing a voice, Yan Yanqi hurried over, and then turned on the pot.
"Not bad," there are vegetables, meat, and porridge
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