It seed that sothing had crossed her mind, but she did not free her chin from his hand, even though the man’s grip on her chin was strong, slightly painful even, yet a faint smile still lingered on her face as she began to speak, "My relationship with Gu Linyuan is completely innocent. If you insist on being concerned, it’s rely about the fact that he and I were once together. Tell , since our marriage, when have I ever t him privately? Even his visit to the hospital today was because he heard I was injured and hospitalized, that’s why he ca to see ."
She paused, then continued with a hint of impatience in her tone, "Anyway, believe it or not, I have no intention of explaining anything further to you, Lu Jingchen. Actually, it might be better for the two of us to separate now... Mmm!"
Lu Jingchen looked at her and let out a cold laugh, then abruptly tightened his grip on her chin before she could fully react, took hold of her arm with his other hand, and pressed his thin lips fiercely against hers.
Song Qiao’s eyes suddenly widened in shock.
As Song Qiao opened her eyes and saw the handso face so close to hers, her gaze eting those deep eyes, she instantly sobered up. Those eyes that had always been so deep and seed to have a magnetic draw, now were cold and detached, devoid of desire and even emotion.
A chill ran through Song Qiao’s heart, and she instinctively began to struggle uncontrollably.
However, the more she struggled, the more it provoked the man’s inherent desire to conquer, as if she were prey before him, the kissing becoming more aggressive.
Song Qiao reached out her hands, trying to push him away, but his hand, which had been holding her arm, now restrained her completely.
Unable to break free, anger surged within her, and Song Qiao imdiately bit down hard.
Although the man dodged swiftly this ti, his lip was still caught in the bite, resulting in a stinging pain.
"Heh." Lu Jingchen, infuriated to the point of amusent, licked the lip she had bitten, his face showing a trace of sinister darkness as he looked even colder, "Do you enjoy biting people so much?"
In their previous intimate monts, sotis when he lost control, this little woman would bite him, whether on the shoulder or the lips; he couldn’t count the number of tis she had bitten him.
Song Qiao raised her eyes to face the composed and calm visage, with a hint of devilish smirk, suddenly feeling an inexplicable fear. She finally broke free from his restraining hand and raised her own to forcefully push against his chest. This ti, wholly unexpected, her hand had not yet fully made contact with his firm chest when she was effortlessly caught by his swift counter move.
Song Qiao’s wrists were both captured by his large hands, lifted above her head in one swift motion.
The man’s eyes, filled with a predatory gaze, rested upon her defiant little face; a part of his heart crumbled in an instant, and he couldn’t help but bend down to kiss her again. This ti, however, the kiss was not as fierce and domineering as before, but gentle. He kissed her a few tis before releasing her, then leaning against her forehead, his deep voice carrying a raspy sexiness, he threatened terribly, "Song Qiao, if you dare bite again, I wouldn’t mind carrying on with you here, in spite of your injury."
Song Qiao closed her eyes, feeling a sharp pain around her waist, maybe she had aggravated her wound. But when she opened her eyes, a shallow smile was on her face, her breath slightly panting from the kiss, as she looked up at him smilingly, "Lu Jingchen, do you think the injury on my waist is not severe enough and want to make it worse? In fact, I’d suggest you might as well cripple ."
Lu Jingchen’s eyes startled, instinctively looking at her injured waist before raising his gaze only to be t with Song Qiao’s blood-drained face. His own large hand was still gripping her wrists, her hands pressed against the wall above her head.
Almost in an instant calculation, the next second Lu Jingchen released her wrists and cursed, "Damn it."
He pressed the call button at the head of the wall, and Lu Jingchen, with his handso face shadowed, stood to one side, his gaze fixed on the pallid face before him, his lips tightly pressed.
Lu Jingchen always considered himself not one to anger easily, even priding himself on keeping his temper in check.
But the woman in front of him was challenging his temper again and again, every single ti making him wish he could just strangle her to death.
Song Qiao took her gaze off Lu Jingchen and slowly shifted her body to lie back on the hospital bed, desperately trying to endure the pain in her waist. She tried to dismiss the throbbing pain, but ultimately couldn’t bear it and reached out a hand to cover the wounded area.
On the white hospital bed, the blood drained from Song Qiao’s petite face, making her look even paler.
Seeing her like this, Lu Jingchen’s eyebrows knit tightly together, his eyes filled with subtle concern and heartache. He bent down and carefully touched her injured waist with his large hand, gently massaging the area, and awkwardly uttered three words, "I’m sorry."
Song Qiao was still dressed in the hospital’s patient gown, and maybe it’s because she naturally doesn’t gain weight easily, but she looked very frail. She didn’t have a blanket over her, which wasn’t necessary in this weather, unless it was night.
Song Qiao tightly pursed her lips, her head resting on the pillow, her complexion almost as pale as the pillow itself.
In the overly silent atmosphere, at first Lu Jingchen’s gaze was fixed on Song Qiao’s injury. He lifted her clothes to reveal her waist and saw that the skin there appeared sowhat bruised.
Perhaps because it was too quiet, Lu Jingchen’s attention then drifted to her face, and he noticed her eyes were red-rimd, her eyelashes dampened by tears, looking as if she had been grievously wronged.
The man’s thin lips were tightly sealed. Seeing Song Qiao like this, a faint pain arose in his heart. He sat down beside the hospital bed, one hand continuing to massage her waist, the other awkwardly raised, using his thumb to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Qiaoqiao." His hand movents were very gentle as he softly called her na. His deep and slightly hoarse voice slowly resonated beside her ear, "I was wrong just now."
Song Qiao didn’t speak, the pain in her waist was difficult to endure. In fact, it had been so painful the day before that she almost cried out, but she had held it in. Yet today, after being bullied by Lu Jingchen, she felt extre grievance in her heart. Coupled with her waist, which had barely started to hurt less, it began to ache again because of this man, and she couldn’t help but cry.
"I shouldn’t have been harsh to you just now." He maintained his posture, and even though he couldn’t wipe her tears away as fast as they fell, he still tenderly did so. His tone remained low and gentle, his speech slow, "I was just upset when I saw you laughing and talking with Gu Linyuan, and compared it with your temper towards . I forgot about your injured waist for a mont, and for that, I apologize here."
Song Qiao’s eyes blinked, her tears still streaming like a faucet that couldn’t be turned off, her lips pursed but she said nothing.
Lu Jingchen looked at her tear-stained petite face, subtly leaned down a bit closer, his fingers caressing her cheeks that seed to have thinned overnight, and spoke softly, "If you don’t want to see right now, I won’t show up in front of you for now. When you’re discharged, I’ll co and take you ho, alright?"
Song Qiao’s body stiffened, and she looked up at Lu Jingchen’s sowhat dejected face before finally speaking, "I don’t mind seeing you, but you always look so fierce when you co."
She knew that Zuo Yuqing was also in this hospital, and she was very aware that before coming to see her yesterday, Lu Jingchen was accompanying Zuo Yuqing. She admitted that she had started to develop feelings, even falling in love with the man before her.
After the quarrel with Lu Jingchen yesterday, she felt extrely uncomfortable once he left, unable to imagine, nor daring to think, if Lu Jingchen was very tender with Zuo Yuqing, always accommodating her.
When Chen Ma brought breakfast for her in the morning, she brought two portions, which at first Song Qiao thought were for Chen Ma herself, but later Chen Ma said that Lu Jingchen instructed her to prepare it for Zuo Yuqing.
How could that not make her overthink?
Lu Jingchen’s face, which had been sowhat unpleasant, instantly softened a lot upon hearing Song Qiao’s words. He lowered his head and gently kissed her face, his voice soft, "Sorry, Qiaoqiao, I won’t be harsh with you anymore."
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