Having Triplets With Potent CEO

She made herself excellent, became a lady, she had become more qualified to stand by his side, and when she came back that day, he thought that he would have the same kind of warm feelings as her, but he didn't think that he had already become a stranger... He didn't really know her anymore.    

The unfamiliar gaze made her feel incomparably cold.    

However, his outline was exactly the same as when he was a child. His knife-like face, as handsome as a heavenly deity, bit by bit, Jiaang Jie seemed to be bewitched as she sat up.    

She could not help but reach out her hand to touch his face.    

When she was about to touch his face, his eyelashes trembled slightly. Jiaang Jie immediately withdrew her hand and her heart pounded.    

Then, she bit her lips and gently raised her hand. She gradually got closer and closer to him and was about to touch his face.    

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.    

The next second.    

His eyes turned red, and in an instant, he grabbed her neck.    

Jiaang Jie's face was pale and she could not breathe. Her face gradually turned red. She kept slapping his arm and looked at his expression as if he had gone mad. It was as if she had a nightmare and she could not extricate herself from it. She was frightened. What the hell was going on?    

She quickly calmed down. "Qichen..."    

This sound made Bo Qichen suddenly calm down.    

He looked down and saw... Tang Qingge was lying under him.    

The incense fragrance made him delirious. He shook his head and took a closer look.    

Tang Qingge's eyes were red. The corners of her eyes that were pinched by him were red with tears. She looked at him, feeling wronged. It was as if she was accusing him of pinching her and making her cry.    

A string in his head broke. He could not even think about why she would appear on his bed. He let go of his hand and only after a long time did he shake his hand and wipe the corners of her eyes.    

His voice trembled. "Sorry."    

Jiaang Jie was almost shocked to death.    

He wanted to strangle her in a moment, and then he wiped her tears. His gaze was so tender that it moved her heart. What exactly was going on?    

Could it be?    

The medicinal effect was activated...    

"Does it hurt?"    

He looked at her neck, which had been pinched red and his fingerprints were imprinted on it as he asked.    

Jiaang Jie was stunned and suddenly realized that he was not asking her. Through his eyes, she saw another woman in his heart. A strong sense of unwillingness filled her heart in an instant.    

How could she not be better than Tang Qingge!    

Jiaang Jie lightly shook her head and looked back. She found that his eyes were scarlet and his breathing was unstable. It was obvious that he was controlled by the medicinal effect.    

She gritted her teeth and softly spoke as she caressed his face, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"    

She forced herself to hold back her shyness and took a step closer. Her beautiful eyes were reluctant to part with his face, "Actually... I can help you."    

Bo Qichen's pupils constricted.    

In his eyes, 'Tang Qingge' had a shy and shy expression. She used a pair of misty eyes to look at him with affection. That gaze was like wine that hooked his soul, making him feel intoxicated. He felt that there was a fire burning in his body.    

She said that she could help him.    

Her ink-black eyes were dark, and the desire in them was obvious.    

Jiaang Jie waited for a long time and heard his deep voice open. His voice was hoarse and not very decent, "Are you sure?"    

She clenched her palm tightly, not knowing whether to be envious or sad.    

She climbed onto his broad back and whispered beside his ear, "Of course, I am yours."    

She said.    

I'm yours.    

That gaze was so shy that it caused him to stop breathing, and then he began to pant uncontrollably. He propped himself up on the bed and looked down at the person beneath him. Her gaze hooked onto him, and her expression also hooked onto him. Even every strand of hair on his body was hooked onto him.    

His ink-black pupils were suffused with a horrifying color. He asked her with a hoarse voice, "Are you not afraid anymore?"