Chapter 11 I’m not sick

Style: Romance Author: Lan Xue XinghaiWords: 2342Update Time: 24/01/11 19:53:09
Li Xingye turned his back and walked beside the floor-to-ceiling window. He tugged on his collar and his Adam's apple rolled.

Tang Qingwan put her hands on the carpet, lowered her head, and adjusted her breathing.

There was a dull pain in my legs.

"Get out."

Those three words were cold and cold, but they were like a stone rolling into her heart.

Every beat caused pain in the internal organs.

The words she said were harsh and unbearable even to herself.

What would he think...

She admitted to messing with him on purpose.

There would be nothing wrong with it if it could deepen his dislike for her.

She said shamelessly: "Sleep or not, or I'm leaving."

Li Xingye didn't speak, or even turned his head.

Like the moonlight cut body proportions, perfect and bewitching.

It was like a soft-hearted god descending in front of her under the moonlit night.

His hands hanging by his sides were curled up silently.

Tang Qingwan got up from the ground in embarrassment, glanced at his red ears, and looked away.

"Then I'll take it as your promise." She moved towards the door, "Good night."

As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, everything started to spin.

"Li Xingye, what are you doing!"

She was directly lifted up, holding his shoulders with both hands, unable to see his face at all.

Li Xingye put one arm around her fluttering legs and held the pleated skirt in his hands to prevent her from revealing her clothes.

The voice was cold and indifferent: "Serve you."

Tang Qingwan's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Let me go!" She struggled wildly and slapped him on the shoulder.

He had lost all strength and fell to the ground just now, and now he didn't know where he got the strength.

Anyway, when I hit him, I never showed any mercy.

I got a slap before, and I got punched and kicked tonight.

But what's the difference between this little strength and scratching an itch?

"Put me down! Li Xingye!"

No matter how she screamed, Li Xingye remained unmoved, his light-black eyes unmoved, and he carried her back to the bedroom.

He grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the big bed.

Tang Qingwan crawled and rolled to escape from the bed, but Li Xingye, who turned back, grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

"I have a cold, I don't feel well, I don't feel well today—"

She was incoherent and tried to pull her ankle away, but he held it tighter.

He raised his lips and smiled, caressing the delicate skin of her ankle frivolously: "That's right, people are stupid from the cold, just sweat."

"If you want to know if I am better than Li Siyan, the easiest way is..."

"Do more."

The warm breath sprayed on her neck, and Tang Qingwan blushed suddenly, as if a small volcano erupted above her head.

There was steaming white smoke.

A numbness spread throughout the cells in his body.

Li Xingye couldn't help laughing when he saw her amused look.

"Um?"

He gently moved closer to her nose and pushed back the soft hair on the side of her face with his fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her red lips, getting closer inch by inch.

Breathing mingled, his young body came closer to her, and Tang Qingwan's mind went blank.

The next second, she knew that she had fallen into a "male sex trick."

My wrists felt cold and were tied up with chains.

To be precise, it was the dog leash she used to tie Li Xingye home.

Her eyes widened, but he carelessly touched her red face with his fingertips.

"You want me to kiss you." Rusty's voice was playful, "Please beg me..."

She turned her face away angrily and avoided his hand: "Asshole."

Tang Qingwan stared at Li Xingye who was indifferent.

"You lied to me."

His hands were tied behind his back and there was no way he could break free.

She was annoyed with him for taking advantage of others, and even more resented her for being so careless.

"If you dare to touch me, you won't be afraid -"

He raised his right hand and pushed slightly, and Tang Qingwan lost her center of gravity and fell on the bed.

His eyes glanced at the red pinch marks on the back of her thighs, and his eyes were a little deeper.

"If you dare to play any tricks again..." He looked condescendingly at Tang Qingwan on the bed, "I don't mind getting rid of you."

The dirty talk was indeed effective, and people immediately became quiet.

Li Xingye raised his eyebrows slightly, with an intriguing expression on his handsome face.

Tang Qingwan: "..."

He covered her with the quilt and went out with her pajamas.

She slept in his room, and the bed was indeed softer than in the room just now.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for him to come up with something else.

Waiting and waiting... fell asleep.

The next day, because her hands were tied, she tried to turn over but couldn't, so her sleepiness quickly dissipated.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard Li Xingye open the door slowly. He was wearing a black sweater, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Walking up to her leisurely, her peach blossom eyes were clear and harmless to humans and animals.

"Morning." Li Xingye smiled softly, "Sister-in-law."

His eyes are bright when he smiles, and his appearance is so chic and suave that no one will be confused when he looks at her.

Humph...it's weird to be able to maintain your masculine virtues!

If she hadn't witnessed his cunningness last night, she would have been confused by this obedient appearance again.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

She stared at him clearly.

Li Xingye tilted his head from left to right, crossed his arms with his hands, and looked at her elegant face quietly.

Again indifferent.

He was forcing her to tell herself what was wrong with her body.

The two stared at each other, falling into a silent silence.

"So intense!" A clear and lively voice came from behind him.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Tang Qingwan stopped struggling.

A woman is wearing a beige long windbreaker with a high ponytail, looking smart and refreshing.

He poked his head out from behind him and looked at Li Xingye and then at Tang Qingwan.

"Hello, I'm Luo Xin, doctor."

Tang Qingwan immediately realized that Li Xingye had not given up exploring her illness.

She really didn't have a good face and couldn't force out any decent smile.

"Li Xingye, let go."

Li Xingye obviously didn't hear what she said. He turned to Luo Xin and said, "She has breathing problems."

"I can't smell the smell of cigarette smoke or strong perfume. After mood swings or strenuous exercise, I may occasionally experience excessive breathing or even suffocation. It's not like a simple inflammation and infection."

Tang Qingwan was surprised that he would remember it so carefully.

Luo Xin nodded: "If your hand was not injured, you should be a good doctor now."

"I'm not interested." Li Xingye's unruffled eyes made Tang Qingwan fall into silence for a moment.

It was so calm and gentle that no emotion could be heard.

Luo Xin looked at Tang Qingwan on the bed - this was Li Xingye's bedroom.

She shrugged: "But if you tie her up, I can't check her."

Li Xingye glanced at Tang Qingwan: "That's it."

Tang Qingwan could read his eyes.

She refused to explain, and she refused to let him take off her clothes to check.

Can.

He gave her the respect that men and women deserved.

But that doesn't mean that he won't let a female doctor take off her clothes and examine her.

He was also sure that she would not cooperate.

Instead of wasting time asking for her consent or compromise, it would be better for the overlord to take advantage of her.

Tang Qingwan's eyes were forbearing and her eyes were already red.

"I'm not sick."