You're not satisfied.
He Shaochen took a deep breath and resisted the urge to push her down. He shook his head. "No need."
"Really?"
Qiao Qiao squinted at He Shaochen's lower body and asked suspiciously.
He Shaochen saw the direction Qiao Qiao was looking at. He knew that her mind was full of dirty thoughts. He didn't know who had led her astray. If he knew, he would definitely teach him a lesson.
Obviously, a certain someone had already shirked all of his responsibilities.
"No need. I can wait for the day when you are willing."
As he spoke, he took Qiao Qiao's hand and bit it gently. Looking at his handsome face, Qiao Qiao's face turned as red as a tomato.
"Shaochen."
Qiao Qiao called out to her.
"Hmm …"
He Shaochen had just responded when Qiao Qiao pounced on him. She stood on her tiptoes, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed his cold thin lips.
In this world, no one would treat her better than He Shaochen.
What should she do to repay him?
Qiao Qiao couldn't think of anything. She could only kiss him and show him her feelings without reservation. She didn't want to think about anything else.
Her initiative made He Shaochen's body freeze again, but in the next second, he turned defense into offense and deepened the kiss that was like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
He was domineering and aggressive as he tasted the taste of her lips.
He was like a thirsty beast, wishing he could tear apart Qiao Qiao and eat her up. He wanted to sink deeper and deeper into her. No matter what, it was not enough.
Both of them fell onto the bed.
He Shaochen pressed on Qiao Qiao's body. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and his body was as hot as a soldering iron. He continued to kiss her, and his movements became more and more unruly.
Qiao Qiao went along with his movements. She closed her eyes, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly as she felt He Shaochen's heat.
Just as the two of them were about to do something, Qiao Qiao suddenly saw the scene of the child's tragic death.
The child had just taken shape, and his facial features were still a little blurry. His mouth opened and closed, and a curse-like voice came. "Mommy, are you going to kill me again?"
…
"No!"
Qiao Qiao suddenly opened her eyes and pushed He Shaochen off her.
He Shaochen was pushed away without warning, and he looked at her in shock. "Qiao Qiao, what's wrong?"
Qiao Qiao's clothes were disheveled, and she seemed to have been agitated. She curled up her body and shivered, and her flushed face was pale.
Her eyes were full of horror as she looked at the man in front of her in confusion. Her narrowed pupils gradually returned to normal.
Her heart was quickly filled with He Shaochen's helpless and disappointed expression. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.
"Sorry … I'm really sorry … Shaochen, I'm sorry …"
Qiao Qiao buried her head under her knees, not wanting He Shaochen to see her crying, but her trembling shoulders exposed everything.
She knew that she was sick, not physically, but mentally.
She would think of the child whenever she closed her eyes.
She would also think of the child whenever she was intimate with He Shaochen.
She didn't dare to be too intimate with He Shaochen, and she was deeply afraid that she would experience the same tragedy again. What if she got pregnant again?
What if she had a miscarriage?
She didn't want to experience the pain of losing a child again.
He Shaochen saw Qiao Qiao like this and his heart ached, but he didn't know how to resolve it. He could only inch closer to her, and he even hesitated to touch her body.
If he touched her like this, would he be pushed away again?
If outsiders knew that the all-powerful Young Master Quan of A Country was hesitant to even touch her, they would probably laugh their heads off.
If it were someone else, why would he be like this?
In the end, wasn't it because he cared that he was so careful?
After struggling for a long time, He Shaochen finally dared to put his hand on Qiao Qiao's shoulder. He gently pulled her into his arms and sighed. "Qiao Qiao, what are you afraid of?"
No matter how scary it was, wasn't he still here?
Qiao Qiao leaned into his arms and listened to his strong heartbeat. She felt inexplicably at ease.
She was silent for a while before she slowly said, "Shaochen, I realized that I'm really weak. The child's death seems to have become a knot in my heart. Although I know, I can't untie it. Can you wait for me for a while?"
In other words, He Shaochen still had to be an ascetic monk for a long time.
However, He Shaochen still agreed without hesitation.
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Qiao Qiao was touched. She wiped her tears and said gratefully, "Thank you, Shaochen. Thank you so much …"
"Who asked me to spoil you?"
It was a blow to her heart.
There were still tears in her eyes, but she smiled. "That's right. My willfulness is all because of your love."
"You really have the guts to say that."
He Shaochen poked Qiao Qiao's forehead in annoyance. Although he appeared to be so open-minded, he was still somewhat depressed in his heart.
He could not help but lament in his heart. When would this kind of ascetic life come to an end?
But so what if he was dissatisfied in his heart? He did not want to be pushed away every time he reached the last step.
Whether it was for the body or the soul, it was a trauma.
After comforting Qiao Qiao to sleep, he ran to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Only then did the heat in his body dissipate. He looked at himself in the mirror and mocked himself, "He Shaochen, when did you become so embarrassed?"
Thinking back, those women who threw themselves at him did not even bat an eyelid. But now, he had to use cold water to cool down. What a loss of self-control!
He wiped the water droplets off his hair as he walked to the bed. His eyes were glued to Qiao Qiao's body on the bed the moment he came out of the bathroom. That gaze was not like a human's, but more like a beast's.
It was so hot.
Qiao Qiao did not sleep well. Her breathing was shallow, as if it would stop at any time.
Her beautiful and delicate eyebrows were slightly knitted together. It was obvious that she was trapped in a terrible nightmare and could not extricate herself. From time to time, unbearable ravings would overflow from her mouth.
He Shaochen sat on the bed and looked at Qiao Qiao for a while. Then, he stood up and walked out of the room.
Not long after, he came back with a syringe in his hand. He sat on the bed again and held Qiao Qiao's slender and fragile wrist. On her snow-white wrist, blue veins could be faintly seen.
He Shaochen picked up the syringe and gently injected the medicine into the vein on Qiao Qiao's wrist.
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