"Qin Jian, you're really wonderful," An Hao reached out and hugged Qin Jian tightly.
In her previous life, she had been like a fighter jet, always ready to battle with others, never having experienced the sweetness of being cherished.
The love of the previous life's Qin Jian was too profound, so deep that even she, with her blunt senses, couldn't feel it.
Fortunately, in this life her Qin Jian was different. No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she influenced Qin Jian, and Qin Jian also influenced her.
"If you think I'm good, then properly make it up to me tonight." As expected, a man with too much stamina is also very troublesome.
Seven days a week, and there's even a Sunday, couldn't she at least have a day off?
"No way. It's the dangerous period. We could accidentally get pregnant," An Hao whispered.
