117 Why are you provoking me like this?

“Be obedient!” Ye qingge did not move, and Li beixiao finally softened. For this woman, he could only harden his desire, but he could not harden anything else.

She looked at li beixiao’s outstretched hand. That broad palm seemed to have magic and was so warm.

She reached out her little hand and placed it in his palm. It was a subconscious action, an action without hesitation, as if she was guided by fate.

If she had not rolled away in the morning, ye qingge would not have so many wild thoughts in her mind and would not dare to think about them ...

You can’t control your thoughts and emotions. They are intertwined, deep in the bone marrow, and straight to the heart.

Li beixiao’s fingers were slender and a little rough. He rubbed ye qingge’s soft and white hand. It was only one action, but he was so satisfied.

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He knew that no matter how strong he was, no matter how high he stood, in front of this woman, he could only give up everything and be a man, a man who wanted to pamper her.

little uncle, it’s not that you want me to get lost. I’m planning to get lost too. I’m happy!

Ye qingge was right. She was indeed happy. She wanted to stop pestering him.

However, when she felt the warmth of this man’s palm, her heart was torn apart bit by bit and suddenly filled up. This kind of colliding feelings made her panic and afraid.

She was most afraid that someone would treat her well, just like how li beixiao told her to “be obedient.”

Such a gentle voice was like a dose of medicine that could make one’s illness better and come back to life.

“What else do you want to say? say it!” He pulled her hand and made her sit on his lap. It was a natural action that he seemed to have done thousands of times.

“Uncle, no matter what, I’m Nancheng’s fiancée now. Why are you provoking me like this?”

“Is it wrong to like you and then attract you?” Li beixiao asked matter-of-factly, as he did not think that there was anything wrong with following his heart.

“There’s a mistake! I heard what Mr. Huo said yesterday. I’m not a loose woman. Which one of you did I mess with?”

Ye qingge felt aggrieved at the thought of what Huo zhongrao had said to her yesterday.

“If big brother says anything about you in the future, don’t throw a tantrum. That’s big brother!”

“That’s your big brother, not mine!”

Ye qingge tried to shake off li beixiao’s hand, but she did not.

“If he’s my big brother, then he’s your big brother. I told you that you’ll be mine sooner or later!”

Li beixiao was suppressing his anger when ye qingge and his eldest brother were so angry yesterday.

From his elder brother’s point of view, there was nothing wrong with what he said, but he didn’t know that the old man was using ye qingge to stimulate Nancheng and make him realize his true feelings.

“Little uncle, you’re always like this. You always say everything. Have you ever asked me if I’m willing? You’re not the one who forces me to do anything?”

It was as if a stone was stuck in her heart, neither going up nor down, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Then, are you willing to be with me?” Li Bei laughed, and the question he asked sounded like he was teasing her.

“I’m not willing to!” Her muffled and soft voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

“If you’re not willing to even ask, then what’s the point of asking?”

“How can you be like this?”

“What?”

“Li beixiao ...” Ye qingge’s body became weaker and weaker. Before she could finish her angry words, she fell into li beixiao’s arms.

Ye qingge had a cold and a high fever. Li beixiao blamed himself. If he had not put on airs as a man, she would not have fallen sick.