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"Put me down, Mr. Qiao." Qi Luoge's tone was cold as she intentionally tried to distance herself from him.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable calling yourself Mr. Qiao in my arms?"

In his arms … She didn't know why, but perhaps she had just been scared silly. Whatever he said, her heart would beat faster.

Avoiding his ambiguous look, she cleared her throat and coldly said: "I don't think so."

He didn't say anything else. He just carried her to the door of his apartment and knocked.

When Sister Lee heard the knock on the door, she quickly ran over. When she opened the door, she saw Qiao Yushi carrying Qi Luoge, and blurted out some words of concern, "Aiyo, Miss Qi, what's going on? "Are you hurt?"

She was just frightened, and he had to carry her where she was hurt. When Sister Lee asked this question, Qi Luoge's face immediately turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

Staring at him in annoyance, he thought to himself: If I say no, wouldn't you embarrass me if you insisted on hugging me?

He calmly said, "She's injured. Go and buy her a black fish to stew the soup."

"Sigh!" "Alright, let's go now." Sister Lee, who had just started cooking, quickly dried her hands and took off her apron.

"No need, I'm not hurt!" She called out to Sister Lee. Since she was receiving Qiao Yushi's salary, she naturally listened to his orders. She only smiled at Qi Luoge before accepting her orders and leaving.

Qiao Yushi carried Qi Luoge into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

Once she was free, she wanted to sit up, but he gently but firmly pressed her back down.

"Don't move, let me see."

As he spoke, he examined her feet from the top of her head, but nothing could be seen from the front. He then turned her over and laid her on the bed, examining her back.

There were a few scars on her back that were especially conspicuous on her white jade-like skin.

"Does it hurt?" he asked gently, and there was a great deal of concern in the question.

Qi Luoge's heart couldn't help but throb. Why was he so concerned about her? He didn't want her concern.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she gently shook her head. She did not want to speak, afraid that he would recognize her feelings.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number skillfully. She heard him command the other person, "Muqing, come to my apartment …" "Right, now, bring some trauma medicine."

"No need!" She turned around and refused, but he had already retracted his thread.

Ah, it was useless to say no twice, she thought weakly. In his world, only his words mattered.

"Mr. Qiao, you really don't need to care about me that much. "I'm not you, I'm just a warm bed tool, and I really didn't get hurt …"

'This woman, why is she so long-winded? Can't she not be so noisy and obediently accept his kind arrangements? '

Did she always have to be so ungrateful to him for what he did to her? Damn it!

"I think you're cuter when you were scared." He laughed at her nagging, teasing her, but it was also the truth of his words.

Thinking of her pale little face, falling on him as if he were her whole world, as if he were her heaven, her support. That kind of feeling really made him experience it for a long time.

He looked so intoxicated, so confused. She wasn't in the mood to study what he was thinking. She was only thinking about taking a bath.

As if reading her mind, he saw her looking at his body and immediately understood what she was trying to do.

He knew that every time she didn't want to be intimate with him, she would take a bath afterwards, as if to clear his tracks. If it was like this for him, what was a stinking tramp?

Bending close to her, Qi Luoge thought he was going to kiss her. She didn't want him to kiss her, and now she felt dirty all over.

"Don't kiss, I'm so dirty." She spoke without thinking, and then she regretted it.

He really wanted to kiss her, but he still washed her clean.

"Go take a bath." He smiled and picked her up again. She's not hurt, so she should be able to take a bath.

Why did I have to hug her when I just took a bath? It's not like she hurt my feet. It was her who was frightened, not him. Why was he so abnormal?

"Mr. Qiao, put me down." As if he hadn't heard her, he carried her out of the bedroom and to the bathroom door.

"Qiao Yushi, put me down!" Why do you keep hugging me? Can you be more normal!? " All his resistance was in vain, and she could not help but be angry with him.

He suddenly realized that she was extremely cute even when she was angry. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and her small mouth was pouting with anger. She was both cute and sexy.

He could not help leaning over her quivering lips and allowing her to do so.

Did she have cinnamon nectar on her mouth? Why was it so sweet? It was sweeter than any kiss. It was always soft.

He wanted to give it a try, but he didn't want to let it go.

"Don't …" She tried to resist, but as she spoke, his clever tongue tyrannically slid into her tongue.

He tasted the spice in her mouth, kissed her harder, teased her, and held her tongue close to his.

Logically speaking, she really didn't want to be kissed by him. However, her body was the complete opposite of reason.

His kiss swept away all her fears of the day, and had the effect of a miraculous reassurance that she had not expected.

Her remaining rationality told her to reject him, to break away from his kiss with all her might, and she panted as she shouted at him, "Qiao Yushi, can you please stop doing this?"

"Why don't you do this? You're my woman, so it's only right for me to kiss you, isn't it?" He asked back with a charming smile.

This time, kissing her felt so good. Although she said that she rejected him, that moment of infatuation and uncontrollable response, even if it was just for a moment, had still made him feel it.

This little thing, her way of refusing and welcoming really did take his life.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was frightened and her back was injured, he really wanted to …

His lower body indeed started to swell. He forcefully suppressed the evil fire and did not dare to look at her small mouth again.

"Mr. Qiao, don't be mistaken, I'm not your woman." She spoke to him in a cold, defiant voice, struggled for a moment, then slipped from his arms.

Damn it, she dared to say she wasn't his woman!

"You've made love to me so many times, and now you turn around and say that you're not my woman? You must have a bad brain. " He frowned and said unhappily.

"Who said that being intimate with you is your woman? "According to what you said, all girls are prostitutes?"

"You …" Why was her mouth so unforgiving? Seriously, she was so angry at him.

"Do you not admit that you are my woman until I kiss you and want you?" he asked her, frowning at her small, scuffling face.

If that was the case, he wouldn't care about anything else and would do as he wished to kill that bastard woman.

Knowing that he was about to pounce, she stopped talking so quickly.

She had exhausted a lot of her physical strength to fight against that vagabond today. She simply could not endure his ravaging at the moment. Besides, she had already thought about it. Regardless of whether it was soft or hard, as long as she could reduce the number of times they got close to each other, it was fine.

Since he was disgusted that she would cut out his relationship with her, she had to be more gentle at this moment.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to take a bath? I'm going to take a bath. "

"Scared?" He asked her with an evil smile, his anger dissipated by a single word from her, and he raised his eyebrows.

Instead of looking at his smile, she reached for the bathroom door and ducked in, trying to shut him out.

He stretched his legs, blocking the door, and squeezed in after her.

"If you're afraid, then just obediently let me wash it for you!"

Is it right to let him bathe her?

The first two years had never happened, and she could not allow that to happen again.

"Thanks, but no thanks. My hands and feet are fine, so I don't need to trouble you. " She didn't dare to mock him anymore, so she could only be more polite and distance herself from him.

He didn't find it troublesome, but somehow, he was looking forward to helping her bathe.

Even he felt that his actions today were a bit strange. No wonder she said to let him be more normal.

This girl was so pitiful, but that didn't mean that she didn't have scheming. If she wasn't worried about bathing, she couldn't see through it.

Thinking of this, he intentionally put on a stern face and said coldly, "Qi Luoge, I want you here. Right now."

After saying that, he began to peel off her skirt.

In the end, he had revealed his true face. He had almost thought that he loved her, but fortunately, she was still awake. She silently thought to herself and silently closed her eyes.

If he wanted it, she could only give it to him. Giving it to a puppet that had no reaction was also a good way to make him hate it.

It seemed that was the only way for her to be obedient. He was fierce, but his hands weren't heavy. He helped her off her skirt, turned on the water, and adjusted the temperature.

She let him push her into the water, thinking he was trying to invade her, closing his eyes and swallowing the tears of humiliation.

But he didn't touch her sensitive parts. His big hands grabbed her small hands and helped her wash her arms bit by bit.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him in disbelief. Didn't he say he wanted her? Was it just to scare her and force her to help him bathe?

What reason could he have to insist on bathing her?

Regardless of his reason, she should not have let him do this kind of thing. It was too intimate and unreasonable.

He grabbed her arm with one hand, the other was already pressing the shower gel, and she took the opportunity to wrench herself free of his grasp.

He was being dishonest again! He grabbed her back unhappily and rubbed the shower onto her slender arm with a little force.

She once again withdrew her hand and coldly said, "You either want it or you can go out. I don't want you to do such a thing for me!"

"Why?" In the end, her estranged attitude had still angered him.

He stopped rubbing his hands with the shower gel and stared into her eyes, frowning as he asked.

"Do you need to ask? You're Snow's husband, you should be nice to her. Don't you understand that you shouldn't do things like this for anyone but your wife? "

Even if she wanted to endure it, she didn't want to offend him. She realized that sometimes, she still couldn't help it.

After roaring at him, her tears were about to burst out.

Why didn't he understand? She wanted him to leave, wanted him to go to Xue'er.

Why on earth did he want her to be a shameless third party? Did he hate her? And why did he hate her? It was driving her crazy. If this went on, she would hate him.

When she cried, he suddenly felt helpless. Instinctively, he reached out to wipe her tears, but his hands were full of shower gel.

What was going on? Today, seeing that she was injured, he gave up on all thoughts of taking pity on her. He couldn't bear to bully her again. But she was crying like this, as if he was so hateful and concerned that he was making things difficult for her.