Duan Zhuo breathed heavily, "Don't want to go to the hospital?"

Zhimian nodded, grabbed his hand, and said pitifully: "I want to go home, can you take me home?"

He can only compromise: "Yeah."

Duan Zhuo was silent for a while, raised his hand and brought her into his arms, covered her palms and rubbed her hair, and said in a slightly cold tone, "I've been worried all day."

Zhimian raised his face and faced his eyes, the dimples on the corner of his mouth were shallow, and he whispered: "Kiss."

The man held the back of her neck, kissed her, and pressed her lips against each other.

It tastes lightly, but it makes people feel as sweet as honey.

...

In the car, they took Li Niannian home first. After another half an hour, they finally arrived at Xingjiaozhou.

After getting off the car, Duan Zhuo still picked her up. This time Zhimian was obediently lying around his neck and let him serve him.

When he walked into the villa, he put her down first, went to the shoe cabinet to get slippers, and educated him: "Don't wear heeled shoes during this period, and the high heels in the cabinet. Don't wear them if the heels are too high."

Zhimian pouted, "Those shoes all look good..."

Duan Zhuo glanced at her faintly, and Zhimian immediately shut up.

"Buy you more beautiful shoes."

He arrived.

Zhimian immediately smiled, "Okay."

Cheng Li helped to take the luggage into the villa and leave, and then Duan Zhuo carried Zhimian to the master bedroom on the second floor.

When he walked into the room, he put her on the bed, sat by the bed, half hugged her, and whispered: "You can lie down and rest these days, don't go anywhere."

Zhimian thought, she had been lying for almost two days...

She nodded obediently, looked at him, and spoke a few seconds later: "Duan Zhuo——"

"Um?"

"I miss you so much."

As soon as she finished speaking, Duan Zhuo's eyes rolled in his anger, and his hands holding her waist suddenly tightened. His hot kiss fell down, sweeping her breath.

There was an outsider in the car just now, and Duan Zhuo could only restrain himself, but at this moment there was no one around. He just wanted to crush the little girl in his arms and wanted to give her all the love with pain.

He pried open the teeth and plundered them wantonly.

Zhimian surrounded his neck, closed his eyes, and endured his kiss.

Missing spread in my heart, wrapping the two of them little by little.

She leaned back, and finally he slowly laid her on the bed. He gradually slowed down his attack and bit her lips lightly, affectionate and gentle.

After a long time, the man finally stopped.

The breath is entangled with love.

Duan Zhuo grabbed her hair and said hoarsely: "Child, do you know what I will do if you are not injured now?"

Zhimian's cheeks were red, and he lowered his eyes and dared not look at him.

After Duan Zhuo's mood eased, considering that the little girl was still hungry, "What do you want to eat? I'll do it."

Zhimian's eyebrows and eyes were curved, "You can do anything."

"Then you rest first, I'll go downstairs."

"You've finished training and everything today?"

"Well, I'll be at home tonight."

Zhimian nodded, and then Duan Zhuo stood up, rubbed her head, and walked out of the room.

Walking downstairs, he went to the kitchen, looked at the things in the refrigerator, and planned to make some pork ribs and vegetable porridge for her to eat lighter.

The porridge needed to be stewed on low heat. Duan Zhuo finished the kitchen work and walked to the living room. When he saw Zhimian's suitcase at the door, he helped her to bring it upstairs.

When he returned to the room, Zhimian was leaning against the bed and looking at his phone. When he saw Duan Zhuo put his suitcase on the sofa, he called him softly: "Duan Zhuo, please help me take the phone charger in the suitcase."

He opened it and gave her the stuff.

Then he looked at the clothes in the box: "Do you want to wash these clothes?"

Zhimian nodded, "Except in that small bag."

She had to wash the underwear inside by herself.

Duan Zhuo picked up the clothes and took out the things in his pocket. He picked up one of the coats, but took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

He lowered his head and glanced casually, and his gaze suddenly settled.

Zhimian was playing with his cell phone and raised his eyes to find the man looking at a piece of paper. She was puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

Two seconds later, Duan Zhuo turned his eyes to look at her, and spit out a few words with his thin lips: "You sprained your ankle today?"

Zhimian's heart sank, and subconsciously responded:

"Yes, yes..."
Chapter completed!