Li Qiao's mandible is pinched in the hand by the man, closed eyes, very helpless.

OK, paranoia has also broken out. With violent tendencies, will she be crushed by him tonight?

Li Qiao grasped his wrist and rubbed his skin with her thumb. "Don't be angry. It won't happen in the future."

Shang Yu pressed down Jun's face and was close to her. "You say that every time."

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

That pair of bloodshot eyes, evil look, as well as his stubborn ideas, and the style of the past is very different.

But you can't argue with paranoid patients.

Because of the pain he suffered, outsiders can not understand it.

Li Qiao drooped her eyelids and her lips turned white. As soon as she read, she gave up the struggle and looked back at Shang Yu. She courted him with a soft policy, "pain, easy?"

"Do you know the pain?" Hearing the sound, the man didn't unload his strength, instead, he squeezed her jaw harder.

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

She slightly pressed Shang Yu's wrist, panted for a few seconds, looked directly at his eyebrows, continued to coax, "baby, I hurt."

Then, the strength is reduced.

Li Qiao's eye ground once crossed a silk surprised, looked elsewhere, and looked at the man tentatively to call a way: "baby?"

These two words are really boring.

But it seems It worked.

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

Shang Yu squats in front of Li Qiao, and his dark eyes are full of painful struggles.

Li Qiao didn't care about the pain of her body, so she leaned forward to his arms. At the same time, she hooked his shoulder and pecked at the corner of his mouth.

At the moment when the two lips touched each other, she obviously felt the resistance of the man's body.

But for now, she has no other way.

Under her guidance, the light kiss gradually became the French kiss.

The violent tendency of mania seems to be impressed by her tenderness.

But the follow-up effect is still there.

For example, when Shang Yu encircled Li Qiao's waist and pressed her in his arms for a deep kiss, her hard muscles pressed against her wound without accident.

His illness broke out and his intimacy became violent.

The temperature in the dormitory is rising rapidly, and the air is becoming ambiguous.

But a few minutes later, because Shang Yu's arm has been strangling Li Qiao's side waist injury, the increasing strength makes Li Qiao difficult to support, and the continuous dizziness makes her soft in his arms.

Li Qiao fainted rarely.

Nothing starts, it's over.

And her torn T-shirt showed her snow-white shoulder, and there was a blood mark on it.

It's all the more serious.

....

The thrilling night set off another wave in the middle of the night.

Li Qiao has a fever, Shang Yu disappears, and 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 around the dormitory bed, the injections for the injections and the infusions for the infusions.

Li San didn't even change his clothes. He was still wearing a shirt full of wrinkles and dirty trousers. He looked at Li Qiao's red cheeks and asked coldly, "are they out?"

He nodded, "I asked the security guard of the factory. He said he drove out and left an hour ago."

If she hadn't just come over to see her condition, she would not have found that she was breathing heavily and had a high fever.

In the middle of the night, I don't know what Yan Ye is doing with his men.

With a low curse, Li San's chest was blocked, which was hard to relieve.

At this time, the doctor of the factory looked up and turned to Li San and said, "Third Master, Miss seven is nothing serious. She has a fever caused by excessive fatigue and untimely treatment of the injury. After the fever subsides, she will have a rest."

"Sure?" Li three brows tightly lock, "when she comes back, it's OK to carry, how can suddenly have a fever?"

The doctor couldn't answer, so he could only smile: "this Probably tired. "

I don't know which crazy dog will fight when fighting. How can he bite?

Miss seven's torn T-shirt hasn't been replaced. There is a blood tooth mark on her shoulder. It looks very shocking.

Nowadays, fighting doesn't talk about martial arts?

....

Early in the morning, the light was dim, and the sky was gray before dawn.

Dormitory did not pull the curtain, light light fell in, Li Qiao frowned, feel very uncomfortable.

It's hot and thirsty.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and opened a seam. Her muscles were sore and her hands were hard to raise. It was obviously a sequela of the fight.

Li Qiao stretched her eyebrows sleepily and swallowed her throat.

"Thirsty?" A husky male voice floated in her ear. Li Qiao's consciousness was gradually clear, and she twisted her face to cast her eyes.At this time, Shang Yu sat by the bed and saw her open her eyes. He immediately reached for her forehead.

Li Qiao also looked at the man with the blood deer's eyes, and soon recalled what happened last night, "what time is it?"

"It's less than seven." Shang Yu answered and leaned over to pick up the water cup from the corner of the table.

He wrapped gauze around the joints of his hands, holding a water cup in one hand and holding her up to drink through Li Qiao's back neck in the other.

But as soon as the tip of her finger touched the skin on her cheek, it suddenly stopped.

He seemed hesitant. After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand.

Li Qiao: "what

She looked at the water glass, then looked at him a few eyes, a flash, "you do not feed me?"

He didn't dare touch her. She saw it.

Shang Yu pursed his lips and did not speak. His expression was rare and complicated.

Two people just looked at each other for a few seconds, Li Qiao then toward pillow nuzui, "you sit here."

The man moved to the head of the bed and sat down. Li Qiao stood up and leaned back on his chest.

Shang Yu's whole body was stiff, and she leaned in her arms, motionless.

Li Qiao put her head on the man's shoulder, looked at the glass in his hand, looked up at him and said, "I'm thirsty."

Shang Yu slowly sends her cup of water to her lips. Half a cup of water moistens her throat. Li Qiao feels much more comfortable.

She pulled up her quilt, and her voice was not as soft and hoarse as before. "Didn't you sleep?"

"Well, not sleepy."

The man put the water cup on the table and tucked in the corner for her. Besides, there was no intimate behavior.

Li Qiao didn't mention what happened last night and didn't plan to ask more.

She moved inside the bed, fingers out of the quilt, patted the edge of the bed, "sleep together?"

Shang Yu looks at the head in his arms with low eyes, and the posture of entering his arms from behind makes him unable to spy on Li Qiao's expression.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

Mania doesn't cause amnesia.

He remembers every detail of last night, including throwing her to the ground, nearly crushing her chin, and leaving the factory in the middle of the night to miss the risk of her high fever.

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