Chapter 368

The man was very cold, a short smile, "in this case, you can think about it, like last night as sober and painful, I made it more difficult, or give you medicine, so that you have no thought and will not be tortured, just like a concubine constantly begging me to come refreshing."

Chi Huan was shocked and looked at him strangely.

Mo Shi Qian has already turned and walked out.

The quiet of the bedroom was restored.

Chi Huan looked down at the medicine that the man threw on the bed. He took it out and looked at it. It was all for the treatment of trauma. It was estimated that he knew how much he had gone too far.

It's just

Who can stand being pigeoned on wedding day.

She closed her eyes, helpless, more powerless.

She hoped that Mo Shiqian would let her roll in anger.

Lawrence scornfully said that she did not have to break up with him, because he would not agree.

He also said that the road was not so easy to finish.

She didn't want to be like this. She was more afraid of it.

Such a result, as Lawrence expected, shows that he really knows them, and what scares her even more is that

He may really hate her slowly.

Hate.

Chi Huan still opened the quilt and got out of bed. As a result, her leg hurt more than she expected when she used it. She was so soft that she fell down on the carpet.

The carpet was thick, it didn't hurt much, and it didn't make any noise, so the man didn't hear it.

She sat on the ground for a long time, then got up again, opened the shower to wash her body again, wrapped her bath towel back on the bed, and applied cream to the wound.

There's always a limit to self medicating.

Casually wipe, she was ready to get up to go to the cloakroom to get clothes, the man again pushed the door in.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do when he came in, and he didn't know what kind of reaction he should make, so he sat on the bed.

Mo Shi Qian walked to her side, eyes like a casual look at her, indifferent mouth, "wipe up?"

"Well."

He reached out and picked up the bag. His knuckled fingers plucked it at will and took out an unsealed ointment from it.

That Chi Huan is useless because

The man's lax ointment unscrewed, eyes did not look at her, is still extremely indifferent tone, "open your legs."

Chi Huan, "..."

Of course she knew what that meant, and her face was inevitably flushed with blood.

Side open line of sight looks at the floor, the hand unconsciously presses on the habitual bath towel, the tone cannot say flustered, "need not."

He had pressed the ointment on his finger, "open it."

"I said no...."

She did not finish a word, the man raised his eyes to see over, the smooth way, "want me to tie you up?"

Chi Huan looked at his cold face, and had a premonition that he would really do so when he said so. He pursed his lips, but he was not willing to make such a shameful move

Even at the normal stage of their relationship, she felt ashamed.

She bit her lips and stood up. She walked out of the door in spite of her pain. She wanted to go to the cloakroom and put on the clothes she had left here before.

But the foot has not stepped out two steps, was the man clasped the arm, and then backhand thrown back to the bed.

Before she could get up again, he had knelt down on her side with the scarf he had made last night. He bent down and tied her hands to her head, and the other end was tied to the head of the bed.

Chi Huan's face is red and white, "ink is modest!"

He did not lift his head, only indifferent way, "if you want to trouble me to tie up your legs, then continue to move."

"Don't wipe it inside!"

"It's hurt."

She looked at his handsome face under his short black hair and bit his lips. "You know it will hurt. Why do you do that?"

Man thin lips hook out a cold radian, "know will make me angry, why do you want to do?"

Chi Huan has nothing to say.

His knees were kneeling between her legs to prevent her from closing again.

She couldn't help, biting her lips and leaning over her face, her eyes tightly twisted in other places, trying to ignore the trembling feeling of the man's fingers, even holding her breath unconsciously.

Mo Shi Qian's action is orderly, no more deliberate evil or other behavior, just simply daub ointment.

After daubing there, he took out his finger and wiped it. He glanced at the woman who was ready to get up and threw her back again.

"What are you doing?"

He did not return, as if he was not willing to pay attention to her at all. He just rubbed the paper towel and threw it into the garbage basket. Then he took a tube of ointment and wiped other places for her -

he applied medicine to himself. There must be many places that he could not reach.

The clear and cool ointment is evenly spread on the skin. Chi Huan, forced to lie on the mattress, can not see the look on the man's face, but can only feel that the finger is completely different from last night's tenderness.Her eyes were sour and she closed them.

The whole body needs to daub all over, ink when Qian will not use up the ointment, get up to go to the bathroom, turn on the tap to wash hands.

After wiping, he went out.

I didn't talk to her.

If there was no need, he would not talk to her at all.

Chi Huan can't help it. The clothes still have to be worn.

She picked up the bath towel, wrapped it up, got up and went to the cloakroom.

Change clothes and come out again, you can hear the movement in the kitchen, the knife fell on the cutting board, even the strength has a sense of rhythm.

Chi Huan stood in the living room for a while, but did not leave. He pushed open the French windows of the living room and went to the balcony.

It's about ten in the morning.

She raised her face slightly and looked at the gray sky.

The winter in Lancheng is always so gloomy and heavy.

Because of the heating in the room, Chi Huan only wore a gray turtleneck sweater, but it was warm indoors, but it was not so warm outside. When the man cooked the food and found someone, she was blown into a popsicle all over her body.

Mo Shi Qian touched her hand, and immediately got angry.

He put his finger on her arm, pulled her two steps inside, and then threw her straight in.

He shut the door and the whole apartment shook.

"Chi Huan," his beautiful face was tightly stretched, and there were even signs of blue veins jumping on his forehead, and his voice was extremely depressed. "You don't want to break up now, but you're starting to change ways to deal with me?"

On such a cold day, she stood outside in such a cold dress.

Is that how you want to mess yourself up?

Chi Huan was roared by him, and his face was still stunned. He didn't know what his sudden anger was for.

Just now she just wanted to go to the balcony to breathe. She thought too many things in her heart, and her heart was depressed. So she was so distracted that she forgot the time. Her nerve endings were in a dull state. Where could she remember what was cold or not.

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