Chapter 933 I Love You

Chapter 933 I Love You

Yin Mo looked at his trembling legs unabashedly, pursed his lips, and asked tentatively, "Should I help you go back?"

He Chen squinted at her, and wanted to say no need, but his body reacted faster than his brain, so he raised an arm directly, "Come here!"

Yin Mo folded back obediently, before his hand touched He Chen's arm, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and his shoulder was instantly crushed.

He Chen draped her shoulders, leaning most of his weight on Yin Mo's body, with a frivolous sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you leave?"

Yin Mo took a deep breath, grabbed his wrist from his shoulders, turned his head, and the tips of their noses almost brushed past each other.

He Chen's eyes dimmed, and his eyes fell on her lips uncontrollably.

Diamond-shaped small mouth, clear lip line, just looking at it is addictive.

Yin Mo quickly looked away, and strode forward with difficulty, "The injury is so serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"

He Chen choked for breath, and stared at her sullenly, "What are you pretending to be in your mind?"

Yin Mo was thinking about other things in his heart, and when he heard the sound, he subconsciously replied, "Brains."

He Chen: "..."

...

Upstairs, the suite.

Luo Yu and Liu Yun guarded the door, and the two occasionally exchanged glances, as if they were having a brainwave communication.

In the room, Shang Yu leaned against the sofa with his arms outstretched, his head raised, revealing a clear Adam's apple.

Li Qiao took out medical alcohol and iodophor from the medicine box, turned around and walked in front of the man, making a gesture to unbutton his shirt.

Shang Yu raised his eyelids, and slowly pressed her hand to his chest.

Li Qiao looked at him with clear and indifferent eyes, "What's wrong?"

The man looked at her expression closely, and pressed his hot palm tightly against the back of her hand, "What did Dad tell you?"

No change in Li Qiao can escape Shang Yu's keen insight.

What's more, he is a man who is sensitive to the bone.

Li Qiao sat down on her side, her voice was very soft, but her eyes were full of slyness, "He said, let you listen to me in everything."

Shang Yu's black eyes seemed to be bottomless, and a slight wave flashed across them, "There is no need for him to say this."

"Then do you listen?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, even though she knew the answer a long time ago, she still looked at the man with burning eyes, waiting for him to respond personally.

Shang Yu grabbed her fingers, leaned over and pressed his handsome face to suck her lips heavily, and then pressed against the corner of her mouth, murmuring hoarsely, "I'll listen to everything you say."

Li Qiao's heart softened, and she rubbed against his forehead, "Dad also said that he was not feeling well so he had to take medicine."

The man's rolling Adam's apple stopped suddenly, as if hesitating, as if hesitating, and in just a few seconds, it seemed that countless emotions passed between his eyebrows and eyes.

After a while, Li Qiao heard him compromise and say, "Okay, then take the medicine."

Li Qiao's expression changed, she leaned over and pecked him on the face, "Let go, I'll give you medicine."

With a smile on her brows and eyes, she regained her unique agility and delicacy in front of him.

Shang Yu's thin lips tightened and then loosened, back and forth several times, obviously hesitant to speak.

Li Qiao was lowering her head and unbuttoning his shirt. Without the cover of the clothes, she realized that the man's injuries were serious.

Not only the chest is bruised, but the abdominal muscles are more serious.

Li Qiao's eyes turned cold, and she touched it lightly with her fingertips. The muscles were still firm, but the bruises were an eyesore.

"Why fight?"

Li Qiao took medical alcohol and poured it into her hands, rubbed it to warm it up, and gently massaged his injured muscles.

Shang Yu looked down at her movements, his thin lips curled up slightly, and his voice twisted into a smile, "It's free."

"Have you kept your hand?" Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked at him, thinking of the pain of He Chen's fist hitting the flesh, ordinary people might not be able to withstand a punch.

Shang Yu saw that her expression was restless, so he stroked her head and comforted her, "No."

The corners of Li Qiao's tightly pursed mouth relaxed a little, "Does it hurt?"

"A little bit." The man seemed to be showing weakness, and a thin smile covered his handsome cheeks, "Do you want to take medicine?"

Li Qiao patted his abdominal muscles with a smile, "Who would take the initiative to find medicine?"

With a shallow slap, Shang Yu let out a groan in his throat.

Li Qiao stared blankly, then quickly lowered her head, "Did it hurt you?"

She didn't try very hard.

Shang Yu just looked at Li Qiao with nervous eyebrows, she still loves him, still cares about him, and even loves him more than anyone else.

This cognition clearly passed through his mind, and his chest was filled with unspeakable throbbing and satisfaction.

She has everything he wants.

Shang Yu took Li Qiao into his arms, pulled her wrist around his waist, bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Li Qiao trembled, a numbness spread all over her limbs, and her heart beat faintly.

He said a lot of sweet words, and he also said that he loved her.

But it was the first time that he expressed his heart with the three words "I love you" so straightforwardly.

When they were in harmony, he often whispered love in her ear, but the sensual impulse and stimulation often overwhelmed the spiritual desire.

What's more, they have the same heart, and many words are tacit, because they have long loved each other passionately and deeply.

However, no matter how mature Li Qiao's heart is, she is only a twenty-two-year-old girl, and her understanding and cognition of love all come from Shang Yu.

She didn't expect this sentence, and felt a little hypocritical.

But hearing this moment with her own ears, Li Qiao still felt a sense of accomplishment in life.

Li Qiao was silent in Shang Yu's arms for a long time, the temperature on his body was getting higher and higher, and even the frequency of breathing became heavy and long.

The room was quiet, but it couldn't stop some feelings from fermenting.

Li Qiao's fingertips were still lingering on his abdomen. The well-proportioned abdominal muscles felt very good, sexy and powerful.

Her hands continued to mess around, and the color of the man's pupils became darker and darker.

After a while, Li Qiao slid off of him.

Shang Yu thought she was going to continue massaging his wounds, but found that Li Qiao's hand had untied his belt.

"Qiaoqiao..." The man's voice was hoarse, and he wanted to stop it, but he didn't move.

In matters of love, he has always dominated, Li Qiao never refuses, and rarely takes the initiative too much.

One such moment.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, untied his belt, and carefully observed his injury again.

The air is filled with the smell of hormones.

Before Li Qiao could untie the belt, Shang Yu grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

Before she could speak, the man carried her to the bathroom.

Although her footsteps were a little unsteady, but she was still able to hug her, Li Qiao felt that... He Chen lost, and it was a disastrous defeat.

After all, how can a man who can't stand still compare with Shang Yu who is hugging her.

Not long after, the sound of water in the bathroom sounded, and the heat rose.

The sound of the shower's pattering water was mixed with the restrained and suppressed murmur of the man.

Li Qiao was not too reserved, at most a little jerky and shy.

Because he is Shang Yu, there is nothing wrong with it.

Good night, ask for a monthly ticket~