Chu Xiaochen raised her hand to wave her injured arm, but he grabbed it again and held it down together. She shouted loudly and was about to call for help. A cold towel fell down and landed on her face. The cold towel suddenly touched the hot face.
Skin, her whole body trembled, and she calmed down unconsciously.
"There is no antidote to this medicine. You have to carry it." After wiping her face, Luo Jun raised his hand and put a cold towel on her forehead. "Be quiet. I'll go back to the room and get some ice cubes."
He stood up, walked to the door and opened it. Zhuo Ran just walked to the door, saw him, and raised his lips slightly.
"Mr. Luo, is Xiang Wan here?"
Luo Jun looked him up and down, "She doesn't have time now."
Zhuo Ran raised his eyebrows, "But..."
"I said, she doesn't have time now!" Luo Jun's tone was filled with anger.
"Then I'll leave first." Zhuoran shrugged, turned and left.
Looking at his background, Luo Jun narrowed his eyes slightly.
Could it be him?!
Feeling pain in his chest, he lifted up his suit and saw that the shirt on the left side of his chest was covered in blood.
Withdrawing his gaze, he strode back to his room, lifted up his shirt, and saw an inch-long wound on his chest. The wound was not serious, but the tip of the knife cut through the flesh and slightly spilled over his body.
Wiping the wound with a towel, Luo Jun strode to the small refrigerator, took out the ice pack Han Qing had prepared for him, grabbed it in his hand, and quickly returned to Chu Xiaochen's room.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw her curled up on the bed, clutching her clothes in pain with her hands, and moaning intermittently from her mouth.
Throwing the ice pack aside, Luo Jun took her arm and helped her up, "Chu Xiaochen?"
"hot……"
She grabbed her clothes in pain and spat out a dry word.
"I'll give you an ice pack." Luo Jun reached for the ice pack, leaned down and came in front of her.
Smelling the faint fragrance on his body, Chu Xiaochen instinctively raised her arms, hugged his neck, and then kissed him awkwardly. The cold towel temporarily kept her rational, but the rebound of the medicine became stronger, and there was a strong feeling in her body.
Her body was unable to be resolved, and she had become a prisoner of the drug.
Feeling her lips fall on his ear, Luo Jun's back felt like an electric shock, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
He slowly turned his face, and her lips fell on the corners of his lips.
"Chu Xiaochen?" Luo Jun raised his hand to hold her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her big eyes were full of water, and her lips seemed a little bloodshot, especially red and attractive, "Do you know who I am?
?”
Chu Xiaochen licked his lips, looked at him carefully, and said seductively, "Aren't you...Luo Jun...?"
Her body was hot and uncomfortable, and she was indescribably sad. She just twisted in his arms, trying hard to lean against him.
After all the tossing just now, the shirt she was wearing had already been half soaked in water. The cotton shirt was translucent, and her shoulders and collarbones were half-covered and half-exposed. They were as pink as a baby. Her face was on her neck.
I kept rubbing against him, my body still pressing hard against him.
Any normal man would have the most normal reaction at this time.
Luo Jun was also a normal man. He lowered his face and kissed her lips eagerly. Their lips and tongues were entangled for a long time. Only when she was about to lose her breath did he reluctantly let go of her and moved the kiss downwards.
The palms with long knuckles passed over her shoulders and landed on her back. The clothes caressed her back and lingered briefly on her slender waist. The fingers of the piano had penetrated into her with a neat movement.
