Outright Favoritism Chapter 600: : Chaptery, I hurt

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Li Qiao's mandible was pinched in her hand, and she closed her eyes, feeling helpless.

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

Li Qiao grabbed his wrist and rubbed his skin with a 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.

The bloodshot eyes, the sullen look, 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, she gave up struggling with a flick of her finger, and when she looked at Shang Yu again, she showed him good with a gentle policy, "It hurts, just tap it?"

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

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

She pressed Shang Yu's wrist a little harder, gasped for a few seconds, looked directly at his eyebrows, and continued to coax, "Baby, I hurt."

Then, the strength is weakened.

Li Qiao's eyes flashed with surprise, looked away, and looked at the man tentatively, calling out: "Baby?"

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These two 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, a painful struggle appeared in his dark and deep eyes.

Li Qiao couldn't care about the pain in her body, she 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 clearly felt the resistance of the man's limbs.

But right 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 follow-up impact is still there.

For example, when Shang Yu encircled Li Qiao's waist and pressed her in his arms to kiss her deeply, the hard muscles were unsurprisingly pressed against her wounds.

The onset of his illness caused the intimate behavior to be stained with violence.

The temperature in the dormitory has risen sharply, and the air has become 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. After a severe pain, she softened her in his arms. .

Li Qiao is rarely dizzy.

Nothing started, it was over.

And her torn T-shirt reveals the snow-white shoulders, and there is still a blood mark from a bitten tooth hanging on it.

Injury and injury.

……

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

Li Qiao had a fever, Shang Yu was gone, and the three assistants and Wei Lang disappeared 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 a ruffled shirt and dirty trousers. He pressed the corners of his lips and looked at Li Qiao's red 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.

It's midnight, and I don't know why Yan Ye took his men.

Li San let out a low curse, his chest filled with breath, which was difficult to relieve.

At this moment, 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 fatigue and failure to deal with the injury in time. After the fever is gone, rest and rest more. It will be fine."

"Are you sure?" Li San frowned. "She was fine when she came back. Why did she suddenly have a fever?"

The doctor couldn't answer, so he could only sneer: "This...may be tired."

I don’t know which dog is crazy, and he fights when he fights. How come he bites people?

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 shocking.

In recent years, fighting is not about martial ethics?

……

Early in the morning, the morning light is faint, and the sky is still glowing with 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.

She quivered her eyelashes, opened a slit, her muscles ached, and she struggled to raise her hands, which was obviously a sequelae of a fight.

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

"Thirsty?" A low-pitched male voice floated in her ear, and 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 answered as he 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 get up to drink water.

But just as the fingertips touched the skin on her cheek, there was a sudden pause.

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, her eyes flashed, "You won't feed me?"

He didn't dare to touch her, she could tell.

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 froze, 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, and 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, I'm 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, "Will you sleep together?"

Shang Yu looked down at the head in his arms, and the gesture of embracing 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 cause memory loss.

He clearly remembers every detail of last night, including pushing her away, including almost crushing her chin, and including him leaving the factory in the middle of the night and missing the danger of her having a high fever.