Chapter 368

The man was very cold and smiled briefly. "In this case, you can think about whether you are as awake and painful as last night and are more uncomfortable because of me, or you can be fed with medicine. If you have no thought and will not be tortured, you will just like a woman begging me to be happy."

Chi Huan is shocked and looks at him strangely.

Mo Shiqian has turned around and walked out.

There was a cool silence in the bedroom.

Chi Huan looks down at the medicine that the man threw on the bed. He takes it out and looks at it. It's all for treating injuries. I think he knows how much he has gone too far.

Just

Who can stand being pigeoned on the wedding day.

She closed her eyes, very helpless, more powerless.

She is hoping that Mohist will let her roll in his anger.

Lawrence said scornfully that she didn't have to break up with him because he wouldn't agree.

He added that the road was not so easy to walk through.

She didn't want it, she was more afraid of it.

This result, as Lawrence expected, shows that he really knows them, and what scares her even more is

He may really hate her slowly.

Hate.

Chi Huan still opens the quilt and gets off the bed. As a result, her legs hurt more than she expected when she used them. She falls on the carpet as soon as she feels soft.

The carpet was thick, it didn't hurt much, it didn't make any noise, so the man didn't hear it.

She sat on the ground for a long time, then got up again, opened the shower to wash her body again, wrapped the bath towel back to the bed, and applied the cream ice cream to the wound.

There is always a limit to what you can do for yourself.

Casually wipe, she is ready to get up to the cloakroom to get clothes, the man pushed the door again.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do when he came in or what kind of reaction he should make, so he sat on the bed and didn't move.

Mo Shiqian comes to her side, looks at her casually, and says, "have you wiped it?"

"Well."

He reached for the bag and picked it up. His knuckled fingers plucked it at will, and he took an unopened ointment out of it.

That Chi Huan is useless, because

The man's gentle ointment was unscrewed, his eyes did not look at her, and his tone was still extremely indifferent, "open your legs."

Chi Huan, "..."

Of course she knew what it meant, and her face was inevitably red with blood.

Side open line of sight looks at the floor, the hand unconsciously presses on the habitual bath towel, the tone cannot say flustered, "No."

He had squeezed the ointment onto his finger. "Open it."

"I said no..."

Before she had finished saying a word, the man looked up and said quietly, "want me to tie you up?"

Looking at his indifferent face, Chi Huan has a premonition that he will really do so if he says so, and he will not do such shameful actions if he purses his lips

She was ashamed even at the normal stage of their relationship.

She bit her lips and stood up. She went out of the door regardless of the pain. She wanted to go to the cloakroom and put on the clothes she had left here before.

But before the foot took two steps, the man clasped his arm and threw it back on the bed.

Before she could get up again, he had taken last night's scarf, knelt on her side, bent over and tied her hands to her head, and tied the other end to the head of the bed.

Chi Huan's face is red and white. "Ink is modest!"

He didn't raise his head, but said indifferently, "if you want to trouble me to tie up your legs, just keep moving."

"No need to wipe inside!"

"It hurt."

She looked at his handsome face with short black hair and bit her lips. "I know it will hurt. Why do you do that?"

The man thin lip hooks out cold radian, "know to be able to make me angry clearly, why do you want to do again?"

Chi Huan has nothing to say.

He knelt between her legs to stop her from coming together again.

She couldn't help it. She bit her lips and leaned over her face. Her eyes were tightly twisted in other places. She tried to ignore the nervous shudder of the man's fingers and even held her breath unconsciously.

Mo Shiqian's actions are orderly. He doesn't deliberately do evil or have other behaviors. He just applies ointment.

After daubing it, he took out his finger and wiped it, glanced at the woman who was ready to get up, and threw her back again.

"For what?"

He didn't return. He didn't want to take care of her at all. He just rubbed the paper towel and threw it into the trash can. Then he took the tube of ointment and wiped other places for her -

he drugged himself. There must be many places that he couldn't reach.

The clear and cool ointment is evenly spread on the skin. Chi Huan, forced to lie on the bed, can't see the look on the man's face. He can only feel that the fingers are totally different from last night's tenderness.Her eyes were sour and she closed them.

All the necessary parts of the body have been daubed. When inking, Qian threw the unused ointment away, got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the tap to wash his hands.

After wiping it clean, he went out.

I didn't talk to her.

He would not talk to her at all if it was not necessary.

Chi Huan can't help it. The clothes still need to be worn.

She picked up the towel and wrapped it in it. She got up and went to the cloakroom.

Change clothes and come out again, you can hear the movement in the kitchen, the knife falls on the cutting board, even the strength has a sense of rhythm.

Chi Huan stood in the living room for a while, but did not leave. He pushed open the floor to floor window of the living room and went to the balcony.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning.

She looked up slightly at the gray sky.

The winter in Lancheng is always so gloomy and heavy.

Because the indoor heating is on, Chi Huan only wears a gray round neck sweater, but it's warm indoors and not so warm outdoors. When the man makes a meal and finds someone, she has been blown into a popsicle all over.

Mo Shiqian touched her hand, and immediately became angry.

With her fingers clasped in her arms, she took two steps inside, then threw her straight in.

The door was shut by him and the whole apartment shook.

"Chi Huan," he said, his handsome face tightly taut, his forehead even showing signs of blue tendons jumping, and his low voice was extremely gloomy. "You don't break up now, are you starting to change your ways to beat me?"

On such a cold day, she stood outside in such a cold dress.

That's how you want to turn yourself around?

Chi Huan is still stunned by his low roar, and doesn't know why his sudden anger is for.

Just now, she just wanted to go to the balcony for air permeability. She thought too much and was depressed. So she lost her mind for a while and forgot the time. The nerve endings were all in a state of dullness. She could not remember anything cold.