JiMingshao's handsome eyebrows frowned deeper. He calmly loosened his grip on Qi Yi An and said softly, "no hurry. You haven't recovered yet."

　　Without waiting for her response, he strode out of the bedroom.

　　Refused by JiMingshao again, QiYian's face twisted in anger.

　　For so many years, JiMingshao had never touched her. Every time it was because of her poor health. Would he just... Didn't want to touch her?

　　Then who did he want to touch? That bitch, Sylvia?

　　QiYian clenched his fists, his eyes full of viciousness.

　　No, even if she married JiMingshao, she couldn't win JiMingshao's heart completely.

　　She had to find a way to make JiMingshao feel...