Chapter 353 Pretty, My Heart Aches

Chapter 353 Pretty, My Heart Aches

But before Li Qiao could turn around, her wrist was grabbed by the man's hot palm, and with a little force, she pulled him back.

Li Qiao fell onto him unexpectedly, and her nostrils were immediately filled with his strong breath.

Shang Yu was still half leaning against the head of the bed, holding her tightly with five fingers, staring at her with those deep dark red eyes without saying anything.

Li Qiao's eyes were full of resentment, she pressed her fingers against his chest, and her tone was a little cold, "Let go first, I'll go get the medicine box."

He drank and was injured again, Li Qiao didn't want to reason with him at this time.

"No need." The man said two words in a low voice. Under the effect of alcohol, his handsome face was stained a little blush, and the corners of his slightly drooping eyes showed a languid melancholy.

Li Qiao looked at his face, and all emotions receded like a tide.

She turned her eyes away, bit the corner of her mouth, "Now is not the time to lose my temper, I... hey!"

Before the words were finished, Shang Yu's arms suddenly passed through her waist, and he hugged her directly onto the bed, and Li Qiao let out a soft cry in shock.

After a whirlwind, the positions of the two changed dramatically.

He is above and she is below.

The man's arms were propped by her side, his hands were holding her cheeks, and he was bending over to look at her.

After a long silence, Shang Yu's hoarse tone was filled with helplessness and distress, and he murmured: "When will you learn to cherish yourself?"

He drank too much, but not drunk.

Shang Yu's thumb slowly stroked her neck, his broken hair covered his brow bone, and then the man bowed his head, and his cool lips fell on her neck.

He kissed gently, with his palms pressed against her face, and whispered in her ear, "Qiaoqiao, don't get hurt again... My heart aches."

If he hadn't been drinking, he probably would never have been able to say these words.

If she hadn't been injured repeatedly, Shang Yu wouldn't be so forbearing, and wouldn't run out of control to hurt Wen Shi and Shang Fu.

Regardless of whether she was seriously injured or not, even a single trace would not do.

Because he is a person who has struggled back from the death line again and again, it is not easy to live to this day, and it took a lot of luck to meet Li Qiao.

He wants to cherish this flamboyant, bright, cute and charming girl and protect her with his life.

Therefore, it is impossible to see that she was injured in the slightest.

At this moment, Li Qiao lay on her back on the bed, her eyes were wet.

She had never seen a domineering and paranoid Shang Yu, who would hug her and ask her not to get hurt again in an almost begging tone.

Everyone who saw this man in front of him knew how proud he was.

Li Qiao understood from the very beginning, even though every time she saw him lose control because of her injury, even if she promised many times that she would not do it in the future, but in fact... she never cared.

It's not that he doesn't care about him, but that he's used to getting hurt.

She had suffered numerous major and minor injuries at the border, but no one around her had ever told her like this—can she take good care of herself?

The tip of Li Qiao's nose was sour, and she hugged Shang Yu's shoulder with her lips pursed.

She buried her face in his shoulder, followed his movements, and kissed his Adam's apple lightly.

After that, everything seems to be in order.

Shang Yu took her hand and pressed it down, his voice was hoarse and restrained, and asked in her ear: "Would you like to?"

Li Qiao still hid her face, her fingers curled up, she blushed, but she nodded without saying a word.

The man picked her up and went to the bathroom. The shower sprinkled them together to wash off the blood, exhaustion, and mixed emotions of the day.

Willow shoots on the moon, next to the master's bed, Shang Yu kissed the tears in the corners of her eyes, and said emotionally: "Qiaoqiao, call me..."

She breathed lightly, grabbed his shoulder, and whispered softly: "Shaoyan..."