Chapter 353: Qiaoqiao, I feel bad

Chapter 353 Qiaoqiao, I feel distressed
But before Li Qiao could turn around, her wrist was pulled by the man's hot palm, and she pulled the person back with a slight effort.
Li Qiao fell on him unexpectedly, and his breath filled his body instantly.
Shang Yu still half leaned against the head of the bed, his five fingers tightened and held her, without saying anything, he stared at her with those deep and dark red eyes.
Li Qiao's eyes were filled with sorrow, fingers pressed against his chest, and her tone became colder, "You let go first, I'll get the medicine box."
He drank and was injured again. Li Qiao didn't want to reason with him at this time.
"No." The man said two words slowly. Under the influence of the alcohol, his handsome face was stained slightly red, and the corners of his eyes drooped with a hint of lazy melancholy.
Li Qiao looked at his face, and all his emotions swarmed back.
She kept her eyes closed and bit the corner of her mouth, "This is not the time to get angry, I... hey!"
Before the words were over, Shang Yu's arms suddenly passed through her waist, and he hugged the person directly onto the bed, and Li Qiao, who was also surprised, gave a soft cry.
After a while, the positions of the two of them changed dramatically.
He is up and she is down.
The man put his arms on her side, cupped her cheeks in both hands, and leaned over to look at her.
After a long silence, Shang Yu's hoarse tone was helpless and distressed, and he muttered, "When on earth can you learn to cherish yourself?"
He drank too much, but was not drunk.
Shang Yu's thumb slowly rubbed her neck, shattered hair covering his eyebrows, and then the man bowed his head, and his cool lips fell on her neck.
He kissed softly, his palm pressed against her face, and he whispered in her ear, "Qiaoqiao, don't hurt anymore... I feel distressed."
If it weren't for drinking, he would probably never say these words.
If it weren't for her repeated injuries, Shang Yu would not be so forbearing, nor would he run out of control to injure Wen Shi and Shang Fu.
Regardless of whether she was injured severely or not, even the slightest trace would not do.
Because he was a person who struggled back from the death line time and time again, how difficult it was to live to this day, and how much luck it took to meet Li Qiao.
He wanted to cherish this cute and charming girl, and protect her with his life.
So, I don’t see her hurt at all.
At this moment, Li Qiao was lying on her back on the bed with wet eyes.
She had never seen Shang Yu who was overbearing and paranoid, and would hold her in a tone that was almost imploring to keep her from getting hurt.
Everyone knows how proud the man in front of him is.
Li Qiao understood from the beginning, even if every time she saw him lose control because of her own injury, even if she promised many times that he would not be able to do so in the future, but in fact...she never cared.
Not not caring about him, but getting used to the injury.
She has suffered numerous serious and minor injuries at the border, but no one around her has ever said to her like this-can you cherish yourself.
Li Qiao's nose was sour, and she pressed the corners of her mouth to embrace Shang Yu's shoulders.
She buried her face on his shoulder, followed his movements, and kissed his apple.
Everything after that was probably a matter of course.
Shang Yu took her hand and pressed it down, with a low voice and forbearance, and asked in her ear: "Will you?"
Li Qiao still hid her face, her fingers curled up, and she blushed, but she nodded without saying a word.
The man picked her up and went to the bathroom, under the shower, washed away the blood stains, washed away tiredness, and washed away the mixed emotions that day.
At the willow on the moon, beside the master bed, Shang Yu kissed the tears in the corner of her eye, and said emotionally: "Qiaoqiao, call me..."
She breathed slightly, clutching his shoulder, and whispered softly: "Shao Yan..."
(End of this chapter)