C133 You Always Love Gu Shaochen

His caresses made her feel every cell in her body tremble. He let go of her lips and kissed her along her slender neck, burning her with desire.

Ling Muxue was very uncomfortable with his teasing, but she did not want it now. She was still a little sore from last night's debauchery.

"Don't!" She resisted with a hoarse voice, but it carried a different kind of temptation.

Xiao Qinghan seemed to be bewitched. Ling Muxue's body trembled violently as she pushed him with her hands against his chest.

"No, Xiao Qinghan, I don't want to do it! I'm not feeling well! I don't want to do it!" She rejected him fiercely, and her voice was hoarse.

Xiao Qinghan could feel her resistance, and his fiery eyes darkened. Last night, she was still so accommodating, but today, after seeing Ye Yiheng, she was rejecting him right now. She couldn't control her anger and wanted to vent it.

"Argh!" The tearing pain made Ling Muxue scream in pain, and her face turned pale.

Not long after, Ling Muxue fainted from the pain.

When she woke up in a daze, a cool feeling came from her lower body. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself in Xiao Qinghan's arms, and his hands... With such an embarrassing position, Ling Muxue's head instantly felt like it was being electrocuted. She reached out her hand to push him away.

"Bastard, let go of me!" Thinking about how uncomfortable she had been at that time, but he was still forcing himself on her. With an indescribable anger in his heart, he reached out and pushed his hand away.

"You want it to rot?" He reached out and hugged her tightly, not letting her move or leave his embrace.

She shoved him and shouted, "I don't want a big pig like you to touch me even if it rots! Ah!" She struggled fiercely, rubbing her wound, and suddenly stopped. She could not help but cry out in pain with a frown.

Originally, she was furious because Ling Muxue said not to let him touch her, but when she saw how she was in pain, she could not help but feel her heart ache.

"I told you to move around! You are the one in pain," he shouted angrily.

Ling Muxue glared at him and said those words as if it was her fault. She was furious and punched his chest. She raised her head and looked at him and shouted, "It's all your fault! I said that I was feeling uncomfortable and you raped me. My current injuries are all because of you, you big pig. What right do you have to yell at me? You bastard, what right do you have to yell at me..." After he finished speaking, his voice became choked with sobs, and his eyes started to become blurry.

How could he ignore his feelings and force himself on her? He felt wronged in his heart. It was clearly his fault, yet he still shouted at me.

When Xiao Qinghan heard her say that she kept rejecting him because he was not feeling well, his mood naturally improved.

This was mainly because Boss Xiao always imagined that she was rejecting him because of something, and when she fainted, he would check where she was and find that something was wrong, but Boss Xiao was a masochist, and he had to think about it himself, and he was the one who felt bad.

But when he looked at her misty eyes, and at the way she looked wronged, he felt as if a pair of hands were squeezing his heart. He felt terrible, and he pulled her into his arms.

"Alright! It's my fault, it's my fault..." He kept trying to comfort her in a low voice, but Ling Muxue could not hold back her tears. She reached out and kept hitting his chest, "You bastard, you pervert, you pervert..."

"Good! Good! I'm a bastard, I am a pervert, and I am a pervert. This is enough, okay? Alright, don't cry anymore! It's my fault..." While speaking, he lowered his head and lightly kissed her cheek, wiping away the tears on her face.

Ling Muxue pushed his face away as her tears continued to flow, "Bastard, don't touch me..."

Xiao Qinghan grabbed her moving little hand, "Alright, stop messing around. I'll apply the medicine for you. Be good..."

Xiao Qinghan continued to coax her. Ling Muxue vented all the anger she had suffered in the hospital. Xiao Qinghan also coaxed her in a low voice, constantly wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

At that moment the door suddenly opened, and the head maid was ready to come in and wait on the young master, for it was usually the time of day for the young master to get up.

The moment she entered, she saw her young master half-kneeling on the bed as he coaxed her in a low voice. Ling Muxue, who was leaning on the back of the bed, kept hitting Xiao Qinghan with her hands and kept cursing.

For a moment, the maid who had come in was frozen in place. Was this their young master who had humbled himself to a woman and volunteered to be beaten?

"Young... Young Master!" The head maid lowered her head and called out respectfully.

Xiao Qinghan suddenly turned his head over, and his originally gentle eyes instantly became bone-piercingly cold.

The maid who was standing felt as if she had been frozen, and her legs went soft.

"Who allowed you to come in? Get lost!" The cold voice was filled with hostility.

"Yes sir!"

The maid staggered and quickly left the bedroom, closing the door.

After fooling around for a while, Ling Muxue was already tired and could only let him wait on her for a while. Xiao Qinghan tidied her and then went to take a cold shower. Because of Ling Muxue's teasing, he did not know how much pain he was enduring.

Ling Muxue was sitting in front of a vintage dressing table, surrounded by two cute angels. She looked at her beautiful self in the mirror. Her bangs were tied up into a centipede braid that was tied behind her head. Although it was not perfect, and there were still strands of hair falling down, it still looked lazy and casual.

As she watched, Ling Muxue reached out and gently stroked her centipede braid. The corner of her mouth could not help but curl up into a smile. The smile was so bright and beautiful in the bright mirror.

Suddenly, as if she had sensed something, her smile faded, her bright eyes dimmed, and her hand that was touching her hair froze at the side. What was wrong with her, and why was she so happy when she saw the hair ornament that Xiao Qinghan had made for her?

Thinking of the time when his every movement had been affecting her emotions, the dance she had performed under the stars yesterday, her heart seemed to be struck by something, because yesterday he had misinterpreted her, and her heart had been filled with a kind of unspeakable anger. Why was she crying in front of him today?

His hand slowly moved down and rested on his chest. His eyes darkened. Ling Muxue was impossible, impossible, you could never fall in love with him. Absolutely impossible. Have you forgotten how he tortured and humiliated you? How could you fall in love with him? You will always love Gu Shaochen.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He stood up, strode to the door, slammed it, and rushed out.

When Xiao Qinghan, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, heard this strange sound of the door being slammed, he quickly turned off the switch and strode out.