Half an hour later, the hotel housekeeper was responsible for delivering the medicine. Han Li took the medicine and went to find Zhao Tingxing, and found that he had fallen asleep at some point.
It was probably the pain from the wound on his back, so he slept on his side.
Han Li couldn't bear to wake him up, so he half sat on the edge of the bed, lifted up his clothes, and applied medicine to the two shocking deep purple scars.
The medicine was very cool. As soon as it was applied to his tight back, and he was rubbing it away with his hands, he suddenly froze and seemed to wake up. He turned over and grabbed the hand behind him vigilantly. Because he moved too fast, it hurt the wound.
He was even more energetic and had a sinister look on his face. After seeing clearly that it was her, his eyes softened a little.
Han Li gave an overbearing order: "Turn around and apply medicine."
She stared at him, and he stared at her for a while, then silently let go of her hand and turned away.
Originally, there was no pressure on Han Li to apply the medicine when he was asleep, but knowing that he was awake, there was a strange atmosphere when she applied the medicine to his body.
His back was broad, and his muscles were tight due to his frequent visits to the construction site. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his waist, feeling that his back was getting stiffer and stiffer.
I wanted to just take a medicine, but the instructions for the medicine said that you need to massage it gently for at least ten minutes to allow the medicine to better penetrate into the skin and take effect, otherwise the effect will be reduced by half.
Afraid of hurting her, she carefully rubbed his back bit by bit from top to bottom and from bottom to top. After rubbing it for a while, she felt something was wrong. The temperature on his back gradually increased, and Zhao Tingxing's breathing in front of him also increased.
aggregated.
Her heart trembled, and her breathing made the air ambiguous. They were all here, how could they not understand? She quickly stopped her hand and planned to leave.
But Zhao Tingxing in front seemed to have endured it for a long time, and suddenly turned over and pressed her under him. His voice was tight and heavy: "Is this intentional?"
What man can stand her doing this?
Without waiting for Han Li to answer, he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, domineeringly and cruelly, as if venting, as if grabbing, and his hands were not idle to tear off her clothes, just like before.
Han Li was dazed as if he had been sucked out of air. It took him a while to wake up. He held his face with both hands and pushed him away. His chest rose and fell, and he leaned over to look at her. His eyes were full of lust. His hot and heavy breath blew on her.
on the face.
She has calmed down: "Zhao Tingxing, do you love me? Even a little bit?"
Zhao Tingxing heard her question and remained in that position, motionless, still looking down at her, but Han Li could see the emotion in his eyes dissipating little by little.
She knew the answer. In fact, she had always known the answer. She just asked again and again and gave up on herself.
She pushed him away with a little force and stood up: "I no longer want to be your sexual partner, nor do I want to have a one-night stand."
"Remember to take this medicine three times a day."
Zhao Tingxing acted as if he didn't hear anything, and threw himself back on the bed, lying on his back, his chest still rising and falling, but he didn't look at her again.
A button of Han Li's shirt was missing, and his lips were red, swollen and torn due to his violence just now. When he went out, he was a little embarrassed. His heart was sour and he leaned against the wall outside the door and didn't want to move. She always had illusions about him.
Just like before when she was sick, he took her to the hospital in the middle of the night; just like this time, he subconsciously protected her from danger, and she always felt that he had affection for her.
That's why I asked just now, do you love me, even a little bit.
But his movements and expressions truly reflect his heart. There may be affection, but the affection may be due to his youth, or because he is Han Zhaoyi's mother, or it may be just physical attraction and has nothing to do with love.