Li Qiyu stretched out his hand to push him and slapped him in the face.
Bo Ye Yuantian shamelessly kissed him again, was pushed away, slapped, and kissed...
Kick him hard and kiss him back...
Li Qiyu turned over and sat on him, held his shoulders, and looked at him fiercely: "Bo Yeyuan, I will not let you go, I hold a grudge!"
Bo Yeyuan's sweaty hands grasped her wrist and kissed her palm.
People say that the sea in the world is the deepest, clean and transparent... That's because they have never seen his eyes...
Bo Yeyuan's pitch-black pupils were like beams of light passing through the deep sea, a deep and bottomless whirlpool, yet clean and transparent.
Li Qiyu couldn't pull away her hand, being kissed by his hot lips and locked tightly by his pupils, her heart was breaking down little by little.
Bo Yeyuan gasped and said: "I have never loved anyone... I don't know what to do to keep you by my side..."
Li Qiyu lowered his long eyelashes and felt that his body was so hot.
"Li Qiyu - when you are by my side, I don't feel any pain no matter how much you torture me..."
With a slight exertion of his arms, she threw herself into his arms and clung to his chest.
His voice seemed to surge from the deepest part of his chest, "But if you don't do anything, just leaving me is the most cruel torture to me..."
His lips were turning purple from the pain in his stomach, and there was no part of his body that was not dripping with sweat...
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Bo Yeyuan was so painful that he fainted and his body was still twitching with his eyes closed.
She didn't expect it to be that painful. Was she trying to have a miscarriage again?
Li Qiyu asked the doctor to give him a dose of analgesic injection. He looked at his big body curled up and his handsome eyebrows tightly knitted, like a giant baby.
In the evening, Bo Yeyuan slowly woke up and turned to see Li Qiyu sitting on a chair drawing. His panicked eyes immediately calmed down.
Li Qiyu is in a chaotic mood, and painting can make his heart peaceful...
Suddenly, a shadow dangled in front of her eyes. She looked up and saw Bo Yeyuan walking over, holding his stomach.
The sofa was dented by his huge weight, and he leaned over to hug her.
Li Qiyu held the paint pen coldly: "Go away."
"stomachache."
"It's best if it hurts to death. I don't feel bad."
"..."
Li Qiyu couldn't push the scoundrel away, so she picked up her mobile phone and called Lake to deliver food. She had already cooked glutinous milk porridge and was waiting for him to wake up to eat it.
The doctor said that his stomach was severely injured and he could only eat liquid food in the past few days. He deserved it!
Reike personally brought the food up. Bo Yeyuan glanced at it lightly, hugged Li Qiyu and refused to eat.
"Master, you have vomited everything. If you don't eat to nourish your stomach, it will hurt you even more."
"No appetite!" Li Qiyu didn't forgive him, he was not in the mood to eat. His brain was so short-circuited that he actually wanted to give her an abortion pill, but he still had the nerve to eat?
"This is cooked by the young mistress herself."
Bo Yeyuan's lifeless face lifted up from Li Qiyu's small shoulders and stared at the milk porridge.
"If you don't want to eat it, just throw it away." Li Qiyu stretched out his hand to pick it up.
Bo Yeyuan jumped with his long hand and took it first.
"Why are you so nice to me?" He held the porridge and stared at Li Qiyu.
Li Qiyu smiled: "I am not good to you, but you ask me why I always torture you; I am good to you, but you have objections. Do you deserve to be tortured or favored?"
"I owe everything..."
"I heard that you gave Young Master Bo Er the croton and let him poop all night. I also added croton powder into this porridge, will you eat it?"