Chapter 600 Baby, I Hurt

Chapter 600 Baby, I Hurt

Li Qiao's mandible was pinched by the man, and she closed her eyes, feeling very helpless.

All right, paranoia has also struck, accompanied by violent tendencies, will she be crushed by him tonight?

Li Qiao grabbed his wrist and rubbed his skin with her thumb, "Don't be angry, it won't happen in the future."

Shang Yu lowered his handsome face and stood close to her, "You always say that."

At this moment, the man in front of her was very strange to Li Qiao.

Those bloodshot eyes, his sinister look, and his stubborn attitude are completely different from his usual style.

But you can't argue with a paranoid patient about right or wrong.

Because outsiders can't understand the pain he has suffered.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, her lips turned white, she gave up struggling with a snap of her fingers, and when she looked at Shang Yu again, she showed her kindness to him, "It hurts, please be gentle?"

"You know it hurts too?" Hearing the sound, the man didn't let go of his strength, but squeezed her jaw even harder.

Sweat broke out on Li Qiao's forehead, and dizziness hit her like a tide.

She pressed Shang Yu's wrist a little harder, panted for a few seconds, looked directly at his eyebrows, and continued to coax, "Baby, I hurt."

Then, the force is less.

A trace of surprise flashed across Li Qiao's eyes, she glanced at the man, and called tentatively, "Baby?"

These two words are really tiresome.

But it seems...it works.

For a while, there was no sound in the dormitory.

Shang Yu stood in front of Li Qiao, with painful struggles in his dark and deep eyes.

Li Qiao didn't care about the pain in her body, she leaned over to get into his arms, hooked his shoulders at the same time, and gently pecked the corner of his mouth.

The moment their lips touched, she clearly felt the man's physical resistance.

But right now, she has no other choice.

Under her leadership, the shallow kiss gradually turned into a French kiss.

Mania's violent tendencies seem to be subdued by her tenderness.

But the aftermath remains.

For example, when Shang Yu wrapped his arms around Li Qiao's waist and pressed her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his hard muscles pressed against her wound without any accident.

His seizures took on a violent tinge of intimacy.

The temperature in the dormitory was rising sharply, and the air became ambiguous and scorching.

But a few minutes later, because Shang Yu's arms had been pinching Li Qiao's wound on Li Qiao's side, the increasing strength made it difficult for Li Qiao to support herself. After a burst of severe pain, she fell softly into his arms.

Li Qiao fainted rarely.

Nothing started, it was over.

And her torn T-shirt exposed her snow-white shoulders, and there was a bloodstain from a bitten tooth hanging on it.

Add injury to injury.

...

The thrilling night caused another wave in the second half of the night.

Li Qiao had a fever, and Shang Yu disappeared, along with the third assistant and Wei Lang.

At this time, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Qiao's high fever persisted, and all the doctors in the factory gathered around the bed in the dormitory, giving injections and infusions.

Li San didn't even change his clothes. He was still wearing a wrinkled shirt and dirty trousers. He looked at Li Qiao's reddened cheeks with his lips pressed together, and asked coldly, "Are they going out?"

Nan Hao nodded, "I asked the factory security, and they told me that I drove out and left an hour ago."

If she hadn't come here just now to check on Qiaoqiao's situation, she wouldn't have noticed that she was breathing heavily and had a high fever.

In the middle of the night, I don't know why Master Yan took his men there.

Li San cursed in a low voice, his chest clogged, and it was difficult to relieve.

At this moment, the doctor in the factory looked up at the drip, then turned to Li San and said, "Third Master, Miss Seven is fine, she has a fever caused by excessive fatigue and her injuries were not treated in time, after the fever subsides, rest more and she will be fine." .”

"Are you sure?" Li San frowned, "She was fine when she came back, why did she suddenly have a fever?"

The doctor couldn't answer, so he could only sneer and say, "This...maybe I'm tired."

I don't know which crazy dog ​​thing, fights and fights, why does it bite people?

The torn T-shirt on Miss Seven's body has not been replaced, and there is a blood tooth mark on her shoulder, which looks quite shocking.

These days, fights don't talk about martial arts anymore?

...

Early in the morning, the morning light was faint, and the sky was still gray before dawn.

The dormitory did not draw the curtains, and the faint light fell in. Li Qiao frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.

Hot and thirsty.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a slit was opened. Her muscles ached all over her body, and she struggled to raise her hands, which was obviously a sequelae of a fight.

Li Qiao stretched her brows sleepily, swallowed her throat, and the fire was burning.

"Thirsty?" A low-pitched male voice wafted beside her ear, Li Qiao's consciousness gradually became clear, and she turned her face to cast her gaze.

At this moment, Shang Yu was sitting by the bed, saw her open her eyes, and immediately reached out to her forehead.

Li Qiao still looked at the man with bloodshot deer eyes, and quickly recalled what happened last night, "What time is it?"

"It's less than seven o'clock." Shang Yu replied while leaning over to pick up the water glass from the corner of the table.

The knuckles of his hands were wrapped with gauze, he held a water glass in one hand, and the other hand intended to pass through the back of Li Qiao's neck to help her up to drink water.

But just as his fingertips touched the skin on her cheek, he stopped suddenly.

He seemed to hesitate, and after a few seconds of stalemate, he withdrew his hand.

Li Qiao: "?"

She looked at the water glass, glanced at him a few more times, and figured out what he was thinking.

He seemed afraid to touch her anymore.

Shang Yu pursed his lips and said nothing, his expression was rare and complicated.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, then Li Qiao pouted towards the pillow, "Sit here."

The man moved to the head of the bed and sat down. Li Qiao stood up and leaned back against his chest.

Shang Yu froze, and let her lean in his arms, motionless.

Li Qiao rested her head on the man's shoulder, looked at the water glass in his hand, and glanced up at him, "I'm thirsty."

Shang Yu moved the water glass slowly to her lips, half a glass of water moistened her throat, and Li Qiao felt much more comfortable.

She raised the quilt on her body, and her voice was not as hoarse as before, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"Well, not sleepy."

The man put the water glass on the table, tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and other than that, there was no other intimate behavior.

Li Qiao never mentioned what happened last night, and she didn't intend to ask more.

She moved into the bed, her fingers got out of the quilt, and patted the edge of the bed, "Sleep together?"

Shang Yu looked down at the head in his arms, and the posture of entering his arms from behind made it impossible for him to see Li Qiao's expression.

He didn't even know what was going on in her mind right now.

Mania does not cause amnesia.

He clearly remembered every detail of last night, including shaking her away forcefully, including almost crushing her jaw, and also including him leaving the factory in the middle of the night and missing the danger of her having a high fever.