Holding Qing Ge and biting her tender skin, he remembered that she once asked him, "Do you love me?"
At that time, he was unwilling to answer, but now, holding this soft body and smelling the light but familiar fragrance on her body, he finally understood that he loved her, right? If this is not love, then he
I no longer know what love is.
He fell in love with her, but did she love him?
He took her by force, and she always looked very resistant to him.
Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became chaotic. He let go of her and ordered: "Drive!"
Singing and sweating wildly.
There is someone in front of me!
"By the way, my sister..." Qingge thought of Xiaoli.
He glared at her with a stern look, "I sent someone to rescue her, please go home obediently to me. If you risk your life for that little girl in the future, I will be the first to kill her!"
"..." This domineering man!
Back in the room, Qing Ge was still worried about Xiao Li. She opened her mouth to ask, but Na Hanjue pushed her into the bathroom, "Go take a shower! It's so dirty!"
"My sister..." Qing Ge broke the door frame and refused to go in.
Na Hanjue frowned, "If I say you can't die, then you definitely won't die. Or do you want me to go in and help you wash it?"
"..." Qingge closed the door and locked it tightly.
Disgusting man!
I have never seen a more domineering person than him!
When she came out of the shower, Na Hanjue pulled her over and reached out to lift her bathrobe.
"Na Han Jue!" Qing Ge angrily slapped his hand away.
"Don't move!" He held her down hard and lifted the bathrobe from her waist.
Only then did Qingge notice that he had a tube of burn ointment in his hand.
She almost forgot that her waist was hit by a foreign object that was on fire. She didn't feel it when she wasn't paying attention. She looked down at the water-white blisters on her waist and suddenly felt a terrible pain.
Nahanjue held Qingge with one hand, unscrewed the ointment with the other, and applied the ointment carefully to her burns. Although his movements were very gentle, Qingge still groaned in pain.
"Bear it!" Na Hanjue's face was dark and her voice sounded as if Qingge owed him millions.
As expected, Qingge pursed her lips and endured it. He applied the ointment for a while and allowed it to spread completely before he stopped massaging and stared blankly at the blisters on the fair skin, his face looking very ugly.
Qingge hurriedly pulled up the bathrobe, gave him a look, snatched the ointment from his hand, grabbed his hand, and quickly applied the ointment on the back of his hand.
Nahanjue's body trembled in pain, Qingge glared, "Bear it!"
"..."
Qing Ge held Na Hanjue's hand. The back of his hand was blood red, and the blisters on it had burst at some point. They were a little burnt and black, and looked miserable.
She was injured like that just by being swept by the burning foreign object, not to mention that he used a fleshy palm to fend off the burning foreign object?
"I'm fine." Na Hanjue looked at his palms nonchalantly and wanted to withdraw his hands from the soft singer.
Qingge held on tightly, and like him just now, spread the ointment carefully on his hand. After applying the ointment on the back of his hand, he opened his palm again. Although it was better than the back of his hand, it was still a mess of blood and flesh.
Remembering that the clothes around her waist were burning in the sea of fire just now, he used his palm to pat away the sparks from her waist without thinking.
She was so preoccupied with Xiao Li that she ignored the injuries, but he was thinking about them and was waiting outside the door, just to apply medicine to her as soon as possible, but he didn't care about his own injuries.
