Li Xingye's calm expression fell on her unintentionally exposed thighs under her pleated pajamas.
The pinch marks have turned into purple bruises.
His light dark eyes darkened and he did not respond to her words.
Her words were wasted.
"Don't hurt her."
Luo Xin laughed angrily: "Don't blame me for the good things you did yourself."
After watching Li Xingye close the door, Luo Xin walked up to Tang Qingwan, put on her gloves, and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Tang Qingwan sighed and tilted her head.
The moment the collar was peeled off, Luo Xin paused, somewhat admiring Li Xingye's intuition.
"It seems he cares about you."
Tang Qingwan's eyes dimmed a bit.
"Are you his girlfriend?"
"no."
After Luo Xin checked, she cut first and then played, and loosened the chain that tied Tang Qingwan.
"Then how does he know so clearly?"
Tang Qingwan chose to remain silent.
She doesn't know Luo Xin's identity, should she confess directly?
That she is Li Xingye’s sister-in-law? Absolutely ridiculous.
Luo Xin chuckled, seeing the ambiguous pinch marks on her legs, she took out a stick of ointment from the medicine box and handed it to Tang Qingwan.
"Well -" Luo Xin muttered while packing her things, "Although it is serious, it is not incurable."
She emphasized: "This guy has been begging me for a month, and I only came because of his sincerity."
Tang Qingwan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Isn't it because the money is not enough?"
One word to the point.
Luo Xin coughed twice and said seriously: "He has so much money, so doing some small charity for the medical cause can be regarded as a good deed for himself."
"I can pay twice as much as him."
Luo Xin's starry eyes widened: "Oh dear, you are also a Golden Doudou!"
"How about it?" Tang Qingwan saw that she was wavering, "The conditions are very simple."
As long as Luo Xin hides it from Li Xingye, she can pay more money.
Anyone's heart will be moved, and hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to money.
Luo Xin thought for a moment, and no matter how moved she was, she could only smile helplessly: "I'm really sorry, I am an honest person."
"As long as you don't tell him, you can impose conditions." Tang Qingwan conceded.
Luo Xin declined: "I don't care if I offend Li Xingye, but if I offend my teacher, my job will not be guaranteed."
Teacher...but what does this have to do with Li Xingye.
"Who is your teacher?"
"My teacher..."
"If you want to know, you can ask me directly."
Tang Qingwan looked at Li Xingye at the door, and he glanced coldly at Luo Xin.
Luo Xin pursed her lips instantly and swallowed the unfinished words.
He looked at Tang Qingwan's loosened wrist and the ointment in his hand, and asked, "Who asked you to loosen it for her."
Luo Xin was dumbfounded, aware of the solemn atmosphere, smiled sheepishly at Tang Qingwan, and followed Li Xingye out.
The door was locked again.
My hands and feet were free, but I was still trapped in the room.
Also locked in a room, she felt more fear at this time than the despair she felt in the Tang family.
Tang Qingwan put her hand on her chest.
The uneasiness in the light brown eyes became more intense.
She sat motionless on the bed.
As the sun sets, the light in the house grows dimmer.
The door opened.
Shadows fell over her head.
His hand came over silently and was gently held by her, preventing him from getting closer.
He stroked her fingers, intimately and tenderly.
It's like comforting, like praying.
Tang Qingwan couldn't stand his silent grinding.
In the past, he was not as carefree and carefree as he is now, and he said all kinds of dirty things.
When she raised him, Li Xing had few wild words.
She even once mistakenly thought she was mute.
Even though they got to know each other later, he mostly didn't like to talk.
Such delicate and silent friction has become a habit between him and her.
Now that she knew that he was deliberately using this trick to induce her to compromise, she still couldn't resist.
She... felt guilty...
Luo Xin said, he could have been a good doctor...
She lowered her eyes, loosened her hands, and let his palms cover her neck.
The scorching heat slid across her collarbone and stopped at her collar.
As hot as his palms were, the beads on his wrists were as cold as ice.
The mixture of hot and cold was just like her mood.
His fingertips were trembling slightly.
Silence, stagnation.
In fact, his right hand is always cold.
The current heat is particularly abnormal.
Li Xingye tensed his jaw in silence.
He squeezed the material of her clothes very hard, and the veins on the back of his hands even bulged.
But he was extremely careful when pulling it.
Very slowly, very slowly, she opened her clothes.
With temptation.
It also seems to be filled with nervousness and fear of the unknown.
Such an emotion seemed out of place on his face...
"Snapped--"
Tang Qingwan shook off his close hand and ran towards the open door.
A gust of wind blew by Li Xingye's ears, and he closed his eyes forbearingly.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, she was pulled back by the waist. She didn't even have time to react before she was thrown onto the big bed again.
The strong force and suppressed cruelty caused her arm to be pulled painfully.
Just like a rabbit being carried by one of its legs, no matter how hard it strikes, it is still caught by its lifeblood.
It was a complete joke that she was risking his anger by trying to escape.
"Sister-in-law won't eat the toast, so she insists on forcing me to use violence."
He also lowered his eyes, not looking at her, and his eyes were dark and unclear.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small section of his arm, with clear muscle lines and strong tension.
She rested her hands on the sheets behind her, her pajamas already wrinkled.
Her white legs were slightly bent, not caring that her pajamas had already slipped to her thighs. She just wanted to guard against his approach.
"You don't need to worry about my health."
He leaned forward and placed his left hand on the bed beside her.
The bed was slightly sunken, and he looked like a prostrate wolf, his sharp claws tearing off the unsightly covering of his prey.
The fabric slipped off his shoulders, revealing the hideous scars on his chest.
Li Xingye's hand froze.
Even breathing seemed to have stopped.
Li Xingye's light dark eyes...
Clear, so clear that you can see all his emotions.
A long scar.
"She should have had a thoracotomy. Compared to her heart, her lungs were more damaged, causing a pneumothorax. According to the current situation, surgery may be needed to fully return to normal." Luo Xin's words echoed in the room. to his ears.
He lowered his eyes, and under his long eyelashes, his eyes became deeper and deeper.
It's like an abyss with no bottom.
A sense of humiliation surged into her chest, making her breathless.
The ends of Tang Qingwan's eyes gradually turned red, she bit her lips tightly, and gathered up her slipping pajamas awkwardly and stubbornly.
Her wrists were clamped by a ruthless force, and she couldn't help but knock her hands on top of her head and pin her down on the bed.
He silently took off her clothes again.
Tang Qingwan stopped resisting at all and just panted.
Her hot breath sprayed on the scarred skin, and she could feel that Li Xingye was very close.
He was looking at her scars, lying low on her body like a docile beast.
The fingertips were tracing in detail.
When the cold beads touched her skin, her breath trembled slightly.
"Is it because of me..."
