Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 600 Baby, I hurt

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

  Okay, paranoia has also occurred. With the violent tendency, will she be crushed by him tonight?

  Li Qiao grabbed his wrist and rubbed his skin with one thumb, "Don't be angry, it won't be anymore."

  Shang Yu pressed down his handsome face and was close to her, "You always say that."

  At this time, the man in front of him made Li Qiao very strange.

   Those bloodshot eyes, the look of a prey, and his stubborn attitude are very different from the previous style.

  But you can’t argue right or wrong with paranoid patients.

  Because of the pain he has endured, outsiders can't understand it either.

  Li Qiao drooped her eyelids, her lips turned white, and she gave up struggling as soon as she flicked her fingers, and when she looked at Shang Yu again, she showed him good with a gentle policy, "It hurts, just click it?"

  "Do you know that it hurts too?" Hearing the sound, the man did not let go of his strength, but squeezed her jaw even harder.

  Li Qiao's head was sweating finely, and the dizziness came like a tide.

  She pressed Shang Yu's wrist slightly, panting for a few seconds, staring at his brows and eyes, and continued to coax, "Baby, I hurt."

  Then, the strength is less.

  A trace of surprise crossed Li Qiao’s eyes, she glanced away, and looked at the man tentatively, calling out, "Baby?"

The words    are really tiring.

  But it seems...working.

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

  Shang Yu stood in front of Li Qiao, and a painful struggle appeared in the dark and deep eyes.

  Li Qiao couldn't care about the pain in her body, leaned forward and drilled into his arms, while hooking his shoulder, lightly pecking at the corner of his mouth.

  The moment the two lips pressed together, she obviously felt the resistance of the man's limbs.

  But now, she has no other way.

  The light kiss gradually became a French kiss under her leadership.

The violent tendency of   mania seems to be overwhelmed by her gentleness.

  But the subsequent impact is still there.

  For example, when Shang Yu circled Li Qiao's waist and pressed her in his arms and kissed her deeply, the hard muscles were unsurprisingly pressed against her injuries.

  His symptoms occurred, causing intimate behavior to be stained with violence.

  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 kept tightening Li Qiao's side waist injury, the increasing strength made it difficult for Li Qiao to support her. After a burst of severe pain, she softened in his arms.

  Li Qiao rarely fainted.

  Nothing started, it was over.

  And her torn T-shirt showed her snow-white shoulders, and there was still a bitten tooth mark and blood on it.

  Injury adds to injury.

  ……

  A thrilling night, another wave was set off in the second half of the night.

  Li Qiao has a fever, Shang Yu is gone, and the three assistants and Wei Lang disappear together.

  At this time, at three o'clock in the night, Li Qiao had a high fever, and all the doctors in the factory gathered in front of the dormitory bed.

  Li San didn’t even change his clothes. He was still wearing ruffled shirts and dirty trousers. He pressed the corners of his lips and looked at Li Qiao’s blushing cheeks, and asked coldly, “Are they out?”

  Nan Yu nodded, “I asked the security of the factory and said that he drove out and left an hour ago.”

  If she hadn’t just come over to see Qiaoqiao’s situation, she wouldn’t have noticed that she was breathing heavily and had a high fever.

  This is in the middle of the night, and I don’t know why Yan Ye took his men.

   Li San let out a low curse, his chest was blocked and it was difficult to relieve him.

At this time, the factory doctor looked up at the drip and turned to Li San and said, "San Ye, Miss Seven is nothing serious. She is a fever caused by excessive fatigue and failure to deal with the injury in time. After the fever is gone, rest and rest will be better. ."

   "Are you sure?" Li San frowned. "When she came back, she was doing well. Why did she suddenly have a fever?"

  The doctor could not answer, so he could only sneer and said: "This...may be tired."

  I don’t know which kind of crazy dog, he fights when he fights, why do he still bite?

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

  In these years, fighting is not about martial ethics?

  ……

  Early in the morning, the morning light is faint, and the sky is still glowing with the pre-dawn blue gray.

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

  Hot and thirsty.

   Her eyelashes quivered, she opened a seam, her muscles ached, and she was struggling to raise her hands. It was obviously a sequelae of a fight.

  Li Qiao stretched her eyebrows sleepily, swallowed her throat, and burned.

   "Thirst?" A low-pitched male voice floated in her ear, Li Qiao's consciousness gradually became sober, she turned her face and cast her gaze.

  At this time, Shang Yu was sitting on the side of the bed, and seeing her open his eyes, he immediately reached out and reached for her forehead.

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

   "It's less than seven o'clock." Shang Yu replied and leaned over and picked up the water glass from the corner of the table.

  He has gauze wrapped around the joints of his hands, holding a water glass in one hand, and trying to pass Li Qiao's back with the other hand to help her up to drink water.

  But just as the fingertips touched the skin on her cheek, she paused again.

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

  Li Qiao: "?"

  She looked at the water glass, then glanced at him again, and then figured out his thoughts.

  He seems afraid to touch her.

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

  The two people looked at each other for a few seconds, and Li Qiao uttered to 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 became stiff, letting 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 slowly to bring the cup of water to her lips, half a cup of water moistened her throat, Li Qiao felt much more comfortable.

  She raised the quilt on her body, her voice was not as soft as before, "Are you not sleeping?"

   "Well, not sleepy."

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

  Li Qiao never mentioned what happened last night, nor did she intend to ask more.

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

  Shang Yu looked at the head in his arms with his eyes low, and the gesture of entering his arms from behind prevented him from prying Li Qiao's expression.

  He didn’t even know what she was thinking about right now.

  Mania does not make people amnesia.

  He clearly remembered every detail of last night, including slamming her away, including almost crushing her chin, and also including him leaving the factory in the middle of the night and missing the danger of her high fever.

  (End of this chapter)