He stretched out his strong arm and pulled her onto the bed.
His movements were as fast and violent as a leopard's, leaving her unable to react at all.
"Ah -" she screamed, and by the time she reacted, he was leaning over and restraining her, with her legs held together.
Luo Xichen held up his arms and looked down at her lying on the bed, with complicated expressions flashing in his eyes.
"...Xi Chen?"
"Why? Why are you here? Don't you hate me very much?" Luo Xichen stared at her quietly, her voice slightly hoarse.
Su Wanqing looked at him with wide eyes.
"Two hours ago, you hated me so much, and now you are wet like this, standing pitifully in front of my apartment. What do you want?"
His questions were loud and clear, not like they came from his throat, but more like they came from his heart.
"I..." Su Wanqing's eyes flickered and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"What are you talking about?" Luo Xichen's voice suddenly raised an octave, "If you don't answer my question well, I will -"
"Although my body is very uncomfortable now, I still have enough strength to kill you on the spot. You have to think carefully about your words and not make me angry."
Luo Xichen's face was very ugly, with a hint of weakness and paleness, and there was even a hint of bloodshot eyes in his ice-blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, Xichen."
She couldn't overcome Mechelle's pressure because she wasn't strong enough.
Su Wanqing did not explain, just apologized.
"Tell me what I should do to make you feel at ease!"
The look on his face was neither angry nor troubled. His expression told her that he was really hurt.
"I have tried very hard to avoid contact with Mechelle. I have put all my thoughts on you and my career. Isn't that enough?"
At this point, the muscles on Luo Xichen's face suddenly spasmed. He turned over to the other side of the bed, his body bent into a shrimp shape, his hands covering his abdomen, and a suppressed moan of pain came out of his mouth.
"Xi Chen! What's wrong with you?"
Su Wanqing's face turned pale when she saw him like that, and she was so frightened that she screamed.
She sat up, barefooted on the bed with an anxious look on her face, squatted on his side, put her small hands on his sweaty forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "You have a stomachache again, don't you? Where's the medicine?"
Where is the medicine?”
Luo Xichen looked at her with painful eyes, her frosty thin lips slightly opened, and the words she spoke were all very light and light.
"Desk...the second level of the drawer..."
Su Wanqing hurriedly ran over and rummaged through the drawers, her hands shaking all the time. Finally, she found a bottle of commonly used medicine for stomach pain at the corner.
She poured a glass of warm water, poured out two pills, and handed them to Luo Xichen's mouth.
"Slow...slow down."
After watching him take the medicine, his hands were still shaking uncontrollably, and a huge feeling of fear hit his heart.
Because it was an analgesic, it took effect quickly. Within a few minutes, the colic stopped and Luo Xichen returned to normal, except that he was half lying down and looked weak and anxious.
"How did you get stomach bleeding?" Su Wanqing sat next to him, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a wet wipe.
Luo Xichen looked at her, with a helpless smile on his lips: "I've been too busy at work these days, and I always forget to eat on time. The doctor said it's just a minor problem, and it's fine."