Walking into the office, Leng Zimo hugged her all the way across the spacious hall and came to the inner lounge.
On one side of the bedroom, there is a floor-to-ceiling glass window. The curtains are separated and only a layer of light gauze blocks the view, but it cannot block the sunlight.
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes just opened wide, not looking at him, but looking in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
There was a gauze curtain hanging on the window to block the sun. At this time, the sun was dazzling, and the gauze curtain could not block the sun. Lu Hao's face appeared in front of him again, and his eyes began to hurt.
Tears slipped out of her eyes, dripped down her cheeks, and soaked her hair.
Seeing her tears, his face was filled with anger.
"Don't cry!"
She turned a deaf ear and tears fell silently one drop after another.
Once, she was the kind of person she despised the most, and now, she herself has embarked on that path.
What an irony!
"I said don't cry!"
He growled, bit her shoulder, and tore off her clothes.
In his world, the number one word is control.
He likes to control everything.
If she disobeys, she will naturally be punished.
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Luo Xiaoqian was exhausted. She had a sore throat when she got up in the morning, and now she seems to be getting more and more sad.
Leng Zimo's eyes fell on the dark red tooth mark on her shoulder, and he frowned slightly.
He raised his fingers and carefully placed them on her wound.
"pain?"
She twisted her shoulders to let go of his hand, pulled the sheet to wrap her body, and stood up despite the pain in her body. As soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy.
Noticing something was wrong with her, Leng Zimo rolled out of bed, took her arm, and put his hand on her forehead.
Her forehead was hot.
No wonder, her body felt so hot just now.
"Damn it, you have a fever, why didn't you tell me earlier?" he growled in displeasure.
"Then, will you show mercy and not move me?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand, trying to slap his palm away, "You are the financial owner. Since I have accepted your money, I naturally have no right to resist."
How can he pretend to be compassionate at this time?
Looking at her pale little face, anger rose in his heart again.
With her arms supported on the ground, Luo Xiaoqian struggled to eat. As soon as she stood up, she fell to the ground again.
Leng Zimo tightened his arms and lifted her up.
Putting her into the bathtub, Leng Zimo carefully adjusted the water temperature and turned on the switch.
She just tilted her face to the side, not daring to look at him. Although she had had that kind of relationship with him more than once, she still didn't dare to look at him.
The water gradually rose, completely immersing her body in it.
Leng Zimo stretched out his palm.
Luo Xiaoqian shrank and crossed her arms, "I can do it myself!"
She really couldn't accept having a man wash her bath for her.
Glancing at her flushed face, Leng Zimo didn't insist.
Leaving her to clean herself, he turned around and walked into the nearby shower room and turned on the shower.
Luo Xiaoqian sat in the bathtub, her face lowered and she didn't dare to raise her face. She was afraid of seeing him again. She quickly washed her body and noticed the bathrobe hanging outside the door. She hesitated and didn't dare to get up.
