Chu Xiaochen felt something was wrong. The feeling in her body was definitely not a fever.
But...
She herself has no experience in male-female affairs, but she is also a novelist after all. She has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away.
Chu Xiaochen suddenly raised his face and looked at Luo Jun.
"You arranged it, right?"
"What?" Luo Jun was pulling the blanket around her, and when he heard her voice, he asked doubtfully.
Jumping out of his arms, Chu Xiaochen glanced at the remaining dinner on the table, "Do you dare to say that you didn't ask Li Jing to take the medicine?"
medicine?
Luo Jun was stunned on the spot.
"What medicine?"
"Luo Jun, I misjudged you!" Chu Xiaochen cursed angrily and limped into the bathroom. Luo Jun chased after him, "Chu Xiaochen, what's wrong with you?"
"Don't you know what you did?" Chu Xiaochen was in no mood to pay attention to him. She raised her hand to pull the showerhead, and cold water immediately sprayed out and fell on her body. She shivered from the cold.
He gritted his teeth and rushed underwater.
A hand quickly reached out and grabbed her arm. Before Chu Xiaochen could react, Luo Jun pulled her out of the cold water, lifted her up, carried her out of the bathroom, and put her on the bed.
Chu Xiaochen mistakenly thought that he wanted to be strong with her. As soon as her body was free, she grabbed something and threw it at him.
Luo Jun dodged with his face turned sideways, and the thermos cup hit him heavily on the forehead.
The thermos cup fell to the ground with a loud noise. Chu Xiaochen raised his face and looked at the blood overflowing from his forehead. He was startled for a moment, and then shrank back sharply for a moment.
"I tell you Luo Jun, even if I were to be a chicken, I would not give my body to a hypocrite like you!"
Luo Jun raised his face and looked at Chu Xiaochen, who was half wet and had messy hair. Luo Jun raised his hand and touched the blood on his forehead.
Looking at his gloomy face, Chu Xiaochen also panicked. She touched the fruit knife beside the pillow. She suddenly grabbed the knife, opened it, and pointed the tip of the knife at him.
"You want to kill me?" Luo Jun frowned and looked at her.
"I..." Chu Xiaochen turned the tip of the knife and pointed it at himself, "If you dare to come here, I will... commit suicide!"
Seeing her panic expression, Luo Jun's eyebrows furrowed even more.
Turning around, he strode into the bathroom and came back a moment later with a cold towel in his hand.
Seeing him approaching, Chu Xiaochen shrunk further and pointed the tip of the knife at his throat.
Seeing her tremblingly holding the knife, Luo Jun's face became more and more gloomy, "I don't know what's going on yet. I just want to tell you that this matter has nothing to do with me. Give me the knife!"
He extended his hand to her.
"Get out!" Chu Xiaochen held the knife and shouted, "Otherwise I will die for you now!"
Originally, she had forgiven him for his behavior that night, but in the afternoon he kissed her forcefully, and then did this to her again in the evening. Chu Xiaochen, who was in great pain at this time, had no way to stay rational.
Now, she was very sad, even more sad than after he tore her clothes off that night.
Seeing her trembling knife tip flashing cold light around her neck, Luo Jun felt anxious and took a step forward to grab the hand holding the knife. Chu Xiaochen struggled instinctively, and the tip of the knife cut across his chest.
There is an extra tear in the shirt on his body.
Chu Xiaochen didn't notice and raised her hand to struggle, but Luo Jun had already snatched the knife from her hand and grabbed her arm.
