Xia Chun's expression changed. Faced with Liang Shangjun's reproach, the overwhelming grievances instantly turned into anger, drowning out reason and gratitude, and she interrupted him coldly:

Jun Sejun reproached. "Thank you for saving me, but you are not qualified to say anything to me."

She didn't know how much Liang Shangjun knew and what her father told him, but as long as she thought that the person she met this afternoon was her biological mother who abandoned her, the person who killed Xiaotian might also be her half-father. Sister, she can't accept this fact.

Xia Chun rejected him without thinking. Seeing his expression change slightly, she pursed her lips uneasily and said:

The previously blushing little face turned a third of the fairer, but it turned out to be truly fair and rosy.

"Well, I want to see if you have anything good that I can thank you for."

Liang Shangjun frowned, held her waving hands with his big hands without hesitation, and called her name in a deep voice:

Seeing her closing her eyes in discomfort, he frowned and reached out to pat her cheek gently.

Her plump and white forehead was covered with fine sweat, and it glistened under the crystal light, as if it were studded with tiny diamonds.

"Because I saved your life, I am qualified to take care of your affairs."

Xia Chun's face changed, anger rushed to her forehead, and she burst out unbearably:

"I'm warning you, don't use your temper on me, let alone confuse me with that bastard scumbag who wants to bully you."

His generous palms really had a soothing effect, and with his soft soothing voice:

Ouyang Moxuan was referring to the video he stole and shot last night.

He couldn't help but reach out to her white and tender thighs and leg skin, and when he gently covered it, a heat in his abdomen hit her forehead, her Adam's apple rolled, and his long fingers stretched up her white and tender thighs and leg skin, and then up, until The fingertips touch the edge of her pink lace. As long as the fingertips pick up, you can see the more beautiful scenery inside.

Xia Chun's cheeks turned red and her eyes were filled with anger. She stared at him hatefully for two seconds. Just when she was about to say something, her legs suddenly went weak. Seeing her turning over, Liang Shangjun's eyes changed and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull her over. Hold on, call out worriedly:

"No, don't touch me!"

"Xia Chun, wake up, Xia Chun!"

If it were any other woman, and such a handsome man heroically saved her, even if she was not moved enough to marry her, she would probably have thanked her profusely, but this stubborn girl in front of her actually said that he was not qualified to care about her.

Liang Shangjun glanced at her, unscrewed the medicine cap, and said with a calm and handsome face:

He saved her tonight, and things were settled between her and him.

She gasped and stared at him angrily. How could he be so bad? Under such circumstances, he dared to say that she had been touched by him all over her body. After seeing it, he was the same scumbag who wanted to marry her at the top of the mountain. Dirty, she wished she could curse them to hell.

When did she take up residence in his heart, when did she easily influence his mood, and when did he always feel sorry for her.

"Did I wake you up?"

"..."

"Feet, are you feeling better?"

When she was in such an unlucky situation, he actually humiliated her abominably.

When he spoke the last half of the sentence, his pool-like eyes were so dark and deep that it made people feel heart-stopping.

From the inside out, from the soul to the body, there is only one word to describe it: pain!

Liang Shangjun grabbed her with a sullen face, and regardless of her frowning expression in pain, he said coldly:

Her world is in chaos, but she still has to be bullied by a dirty man in the middle of the night. Not only that, but now this man wants to force her.

He left her lips, and his long warm fingers unknowingly penetrated into her forest area, caressing the dense forest and touching her tender stamens.

I don’t know whether she was competing with herself or with him. Anyway, her voice was very cold and hard, and her eyes that were slightly red due to high fever were diluted by the stubborn and cold meaning. But Liang Shangjun was also a domineering person, and he decided

Things are not something she can change.

Liang Shangjun lowered his eyes, glanced at her plastered ankle, stepped into the room, and said directly:

If she were conscious at this moment, he would definitely kill her, even if she resisted.

"Get out of here. I don't want you to apply medicine. You men are all bastards and hooligans. I hate you."

Originally he was just worried that her high fever would not subside and wanted to come and see how she was doing, but when faced with the extreme confusion she showed in her sleep, Liang Shangjun, a man who thought he had the best self-control ability, had no idea...

Liang Shangjun narrowed his deep eyes slightly, ignoring the pity in his heart because of her tears. He stared coldly at the woman in front of him who was getting angry randomly. Her wet hair stuck to her face because of her madness, and her palms were

Leaked with blood.

Xia Chun pulled the quilt to cover her body and stared at him nervously. She didn't want him, a grown man, to apply medicine to her.

"No, I'm not scared anymore."

"You must have lacked water because you had a high fever just now. Come on, drink this glass of water before going to sleep."

His deep eyes became hot and deep because of the strong desire, and he swept over her red lips, white neck, and plump breasts...

"Okay, don't worry, I'll leave this matter to my brother. Is Xia Chun okay?"

Her sleeping position was not good-looking, the leg that should have been placed on the inside was hanging on the edge of the bed, and the plaster on her ankle was also tilted up.

He really wants to stay now and continue what he wanted to do just now.

"You have a fever. Don't sleep yet. I'll get you some medicine."

He stretched out his hand to wipe her forehead, only to find that her forehead was hot, and his beautiful brows frowned even more. He was worried that she would catch a cold and have a fever just now, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. The fever was so serious, it was probably not lower than 39 degrees.

The burning heat in her abdomen was erect. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he seemed to be bewitched by her beautiful appearance. He lowered his head little by little and got closer. He was so close that he could feel her even breathing in her eardrums.

Suddenly there was a low moan of "Hmm".

"Someone will bring breakfast in half an hour. You can have a good rest in the hotel these two days and come back to City A with me in two days."

Liang Shangjun's cold facial lines softened a little and he fed the medicine into her mouth.

He cursed secretly, when did he lose his composure?

"Hurry up and lie down to sleep, I'm too sleepy."

"I will go back to your room to rest after you fall asleep, so as not to be woken up by your screams later."

This period of time has been filled with deep depression. From the moment she met this man, she was first robbed of her innocence, and then he raped her again, forced her to be his woman, and took away Xiaotian's corneas.

Because of the turn of her body, her nightgown reached her waist, and all of her pink lace panties fell into his dark eyes...

# has been blocked # This reminded him involuntarily of the scene when he wanted her on the top floor of the hospital. His eyes suddenly became dark, and his mouth went dry for a while, and his little gentleman also stood up suddenly.

Liang Shangjun made a sound, raised the corners of his mouth, and mocked disapprovingly:

"Your hand is injured, I will hold it for you, take medicine and apply ointment on it."

"Don't touch me, bastard, go away..."

"Um."

Xia Chun was indeed thirsty. She supported the bed with her arms, sat up, took the water glass he handed her, and drank the water in one breath. Liang Shangjun smiled slightly, took the glass and said:

She seemed to be frightened, and her body trembled suddenly. Before he could make any more moves, he withdrew his hand again for fear of waking her up.

"I can do it myself."

"Don't be afraid. I was just dreaming. It's okay now."

Seeing her defensive look, Liang Shangjun didn't intend to argue with her, so he nodded gently and said warmly:

The two-centimeter-long red mark on the left chin was very clear on Bai Xi's cheek. There were scratch marks on her exposed arms, and her exposed feet, even though they had a patch of plaster on them.

, but the redness and swelling were still visible. His sharp eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily. 13acv.

"Then are you coming back today? Why don't you come back after spending a few days in G City? While Xia Chun is injured, if you care more about her, you will win the heart of a beautiful woman."

He took a deep breath, looked away, and tried to calm down the burning flames in his heart. He squeezed the ointment again and gently applied it to all the other wounds for her. Then he held her hand and looked at the glass wound on her palm.

A punctured wound.

"You have so many scratches all over your body and your hands and feet hurt. How do you apply medicine? I have seen and touched every part of your body. Is there anything awkward or pretentious about it?"

"My head hurts so much, I want to sleep."

After taking the medicine, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Xia Chun's eyes that had just been closed slowly opened again, and the anger in her eyes was replaced by a slightly confused look, which must have been caused by a high fever. Her eyebrows knitted together in discomfort, and she said uncomfortably:

"I'll get the cup myself."

He pulled the quilt over and covered her. When he was about to leave, he saw her eyelashes trembled, and then she frowned, as if she was sleeping restlessly. The painful expression didn't last for a few seconds, and she stretched out her hands to grab again.

, shouting in fear:

Looking at his back angrily leaving, Xia Chun bit her lip tightly and let tears flow freely.

She subconsciously pursed her lips and applied the medicine on the scars on her thighs and legs. Perhaps his touch startled Xia Chun in her sleep. She frowned in displeasure and retracted her legs from the bedside.

The position of lying on one's side becomes lying on one's back.

A few seconds later, the door opened from the inside, and Xia Chun was standing at the door in her nightgown. When their eyes met, Liang Shangjun smiled, raised the bag in his hand towards her, and said:

Her nightgown reached her buttocks, revealing the pink lace bottoms and pants he had just bought for her.

A voice sounded firmly in my heart: "Xia Chun, in the near future, I will make you completely mine."

Liang Shangjun did not comment. He stood up, walked to the water dispenser, poured a glass of water, came back, and said gently:

"It's okay, just some minor injuries. I just need to rest my feet for some time."

But he was also angry at this time. He couldn't accommodate her just because of her pity. His eyes were cold and stern, and his voice was even colder and sullen:

"Fortunately, the fever is gone. If you are scared, I will stay with you."

"Lie down obediently and I will help you apply the ointment. Although there are many scratches on your body, the scars are not deep. You don't have to worry. Not only will this ointment leave no scars, it will also heal quickly."

The cut was not long, but it was very conspicuous. In fact, any minor injury on her body was conspicuous because her skin was so white and soft, like a peeled egg, so white that there was no trace of blemishes.

Bi, but now, it has so many scars for no reason.

"Let him be unable to live and die."

A trace of surprise flashed in Xia Chun's eyes, she reached out and took the bag in his hand, and said softly:

But he couldn't bear it when she fell asleep and was still sick.

In the early morning, Liang Shangjunzi was awakened by a phone call from Ouyang Moxuan, telling him that he had found the taxi driver who wanted to commit violence on Xia Chun last night.

"If I were a bastard, I wouldn't be responsible for you after taking away your innocence, let alone save you in the middle of the night. Since you insist on applying the medicine yourself, well, you can wipe it off yourself."

"I also asked someone to bring some medicine for abrasions. I will bring you some water and some medicine now. Please wait for me."

Perhaps when she saw that he really looked tired, Xia Chun, although her fever had gone down, was still weak and had no energy to argue with him, so she lay down obediently and fell asleep again within a few minutes.

As a result, his hands left her delicate skin, and there was a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"Why are you in my room?"

"If you want to make your parents sad again, just take it easy."

"Put on these clothes."

"You should also go and rest. Thank you for tonight's business."

Even if she called her fiancé, even if her fiancé came to save her, she would still have to wait for three hours, fearing that she would only have half a life left.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Liang Shangjun was not the same person as the driver who wanted to marry her. He had a sense of responsibility and was not as shameless as she scolded him. It was precisely because of this that she had to push him far away.

She has a fiancé, and she already felt sorry for Wei Xuan when she had sex with him the last two times. How could she have anything to do with this man again.

Lowering his eyes, his gaze touched the scratched skin on her chin and chest, and then said:

damn it!

She pursed her lips bitterly, opened her mouth to drink some water, and held it in her mouth. Her eyes turned to his hand holding the medicine.

Liang Shangjun chuckled:

"Xia Chun."

"Drink water first, and then take medicine."

"Why not? Let me go, Liang Shangjun. Don't think that because you have the word "jun" in your name, you become a gentleman. You are just a gangster, a bastard, and a scumbag. You took away my innocence, and you still rob me.

You took away Xiaotian’s cornea, you are not a good person, let me go, let me go..."

Xia Chun stretched out her hand, but Liang Shangjun avoided it. His deep eyes swept over her injured hand, and his deep voice revealed his inherent domineering nature:

"You will only worry your parents if you return to County C like this. If Ping Weixuan knew that something like this happened to you when you returned to City A, I'm afraid he would not only be worried, but also cause unnecessary speculation."

The two slender and well-proportioned thighs glowed brightly under the light, like a plate of delicacies placed in front of him, waiting for him to use his chopsticks.

"I can't help it. Brother, I am so handsome and charming that even women are devoted to me. Don't be so disdainful of my ideas. When you return to City A, I will show you something good. I guarantee you will

Thank me."

"Xia Chun, why are you so crazy in the middle of the night?"

He thrust the ointment into her hand, turned around and left angrily.

He couldn't help but bend down, and gently opened the soft silk quilt on her body with his big hands. When his eyes touched her exquisite figure, he subconsciously slid his Adam's apple, picked up the ointment she placed on the bedside table, and squeezed the medicine into his hand.

on her thigh, gently reaching towards the red mark on her thigh that was longer than a finger.

Xia Chun's body gradually stopped trembling in his broad arms, and when she could clearly breathe in his male breath with a hint of tobacco smell, she pushed him away again and asked doubtfully:

Xia Chun frowned slightly. She had dreamed of that man just now, so she struggled and called desperately, but was he woken up by her?

"Thanks."

Undoubtedly, he became her best outlet.

Liang Shangjun's eyebrows were furrowed, the lines of his facial features that had softened once again became cold and hard, and his voice became even deeper:

She frowned in discomfort, but still stubbornly struggled to get out of his arms. Liang Shangjun's eyes turned cold, he picked her up by the waist, strode to the big bed a few meters away, and carefully laid her down on the soft bed.

big bed.

Xia Chun's face changed, her eyes widened and she stared into his deep eyes, understanding the threat and hidden anger in his words. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't want to let them fall.

Liang Shangjun brought warm water and medicine from the sofa coffee table, but he did not give her the water cup and medicine. Instead, he held the water cup and handed it to her lips:

Liang Shangjun was both distressed and angry at the same time. He was annoyed with her stupidity and recklessness, and even more annoyed that she didn't know how to ask for help in dangerous moments.

"Liang Shangjun, I don't want you to apply the medicine for me. Can you go out and let me apply it myself?"

Liang Shangjunjun's face sank slightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, he reached out and grabbed her hand and said in a deep voice:

**

"Gentleman, we have found that man. He is a habitual criminal. He has just been released from prison less than three months after serving his sentence. What do you want to do with him?"

Liang Shangjun was fascinated by the cut on Xia Chun's palm for a long time, sighed softly in his heart, and then gently applied medicine on her.

After applying the medicine, he took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The temperature of her forehead was now normal and the high fever had subsided, so he was relieved.

Liang Shangjun stared at her gently, curled his lips slightly, and answered the question:

Xia Chun frowned slightly, but before she could say her rejection, Liang Shangjun just paused for a moment, sat down on the leather sofa with his slender body, and added:

"Don't act like you are a love expert. If I remember correctly, you never took the initiative to pursue Jiayi. It was someone who chased you. You just need to deal with that person for me. I don't have to worry about anything else."

You worry."

Xia Chun was woken up by him, and when he opened his eyes, they were still full of panic and fear. That fearful look touched his heartstrings so deeply that he even forgot that she was angry at him an hour ago, saying

He was not a good guy, he actually hugged her passionately into his arms, patted her back gently with his big hands, and comforted her over and over again.

Xia Chun's tears finally burst out, she waved her little hands wildly and screamed at him.

It overflowed from her red lips, and the inadvertent whisper was like an invitation from her, making him unable to help but kiss her lips.

Xia Chun didn't move or refute. The strongest feeling she felt now was a headache, pain in her body and in her heart.

All I wanted to do was go home and ask questions.

She wanted to seek justice for Xiaotian, but she didn't want Si to threaten her with Ping's Pharmaceuticals. For the sake of Ping Weixuan, she had to give up the prosecution. However, after a long time, she learned that the person who killed Xiaotian was herself.

His sister, the woman who abandoned him for more than 20 years suddenly appeared, in this form.

If Xia Zhisheng hadn't called him tonight, if he hadn't been worried about something happening to her, if he hadn't just called her again, then she would never have thought of asking him for help. In such a situation, it was the middle of the night again.

, to whom she asked for help.

Liang Shangjun was depressed in his heart, but his depression was defeated by her pitiful appearance with fever. Although her voice was filled with a hint of depression, it was also filled with concern that could not be concealed.

Although he wanted her very much and wanted to taste her beauty.

Ouyang Moxuan was on the other end of the phone offering advice.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Shangjun went to the next room and took out the room card to open the door. He put it away again, turned his palm over, and lightly opened the door.

Under such a situation, a stagnant atmosphere gradually seeped into the air.

The bastard driver's behavior toward her tonight reminded him of the harm Liang Shangjun had done to her before, and she already had hatred in her heart. Liang Shangjun's reproach made the anger and pain in her heart surge like a roiling tide.

Need to find an outlet to vent.

Liang Shangjun did not stay after all. After she fell asleep, he got up and returned to the separate room.

Liang Shangjun frowned and said slowly:

Ouyang Moxuan asked with concern. He had a hunch that the person named Xia Chun would probably fall into the clutches of Mr. Liang Shang, and they would be a family from now on.

"Either you take the medicine obediently, or you end up with a fever."

Xia Chun tilted her head slightly, swallowed the pills, and drank two sips of warm water. When Liang Shangjun put down the cup and picked up the ointment on the side, she insisted:

"I'll apply the medicine myself."

Softly, softly, as if touching a ball of cotton, and like fragrant petals, it is intoxicating. His lips gently cover hers, without any more movements, but trying his best to suppress the roiling desire in his heart.

,fire.

"I'm not a good person?"

He cannot take advantage of others' danger.

Xia Chun was a nurse, so she could feel that her face was hot and her forehead was so painful that she was sick. When she heard that she needed to take medicine, she propped up the bed with her hands and sat up with his help. Liang Shangjun took advantage of the situation and picked up a pillow.

Pad her back.

After a stalemate for two seconds, Liang Shangjun's eyes turned cold. He stopped her hand with one big hand, and held the cup to her mouth with the other hand. Seeing that she didn't cooperate, he added:

After a long time, the door of the room was opened, and Liang Shangjun's tall figure appeared at the door. His dark eyes looked at the sleeping woman on the spacious bed. He pursed his thin lips, walked into the room, and walked softly.

In front of the bed, I used the bright crystal light to quietly look at the person lying sideways.

Hearing this, the last hint of sleepiness in Liang Shangjun's eyes was replaced by coldness, and he said coldly:

Xia Chun's face changed slightly.

She pursed her lips subconsciously. She didn't want Ping Weixuan to know these things, whether it was about being almost raped last night, or about Liang Shangjun saving her in the middle of the night and staying with him in a hotel for one night. She didn't want to

I want Ping Weixuan to know and don't want him to make random guesses.
Chapter completed!