"No... No..."
Su Qing pushed Qiao Mohan, but the more she resisted and struggled to stop him, the heavier and stronger Qiao Mohan's movements became.
Qiao Mohan didn't want to listen to Su Qing at all.
Because he knew that Su Qing had already agreed to Yi Nanfeng's proposal, and in Su Qing's heart now, Yi Nanfeng was probably her legitimate boyfriend, lover, and husband.
And his ex-husband... heh...
Even if she was touched, Su Qing would resist with all her might.
Since I can't hear any loving words from her, I'd better not say anything at all.
Qiao Mohan pinched Su Qing's jaw and kissed her lips hard, swallowing up all her resistance and explanations.
He tried desperately to possess her, to occupy her, as if only in this way could he feel at ease.
Time and again, Su Qing was forced to take advantage of him, and from the very beginning she had to fight back with all her might, even with the help of drugs.
In the end, he was desperate and helpless, and fell into the whirlpool of ups and downs as if he had given up everything, and he could no longer muster up the slightest resistance.
I don’t know how much time had passed when Qiao Mohan realized that the woman under him was no longer struggling or resisting, and no longer moaning or crying.
He gradually realized that something was wrong...
"Su Qing, Su Qing...?"
Qiao Mohan narrowed his eyes and called softly to the woman under him in the darkness.
However, Su Qing did not give him any response.
Qiao Mohan thought that Su Qing was deliberately making trouble for him, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch Su Qing's face, trying to pinch her cheek and force her to speak.
But as soon as the big palm touched the woman's face, it was burned.
This is... a fever
Qiao Mo's heart sank.
It was the first time that I felt like I was suddenly falling down, and I was completely defenseless and panic-stricken.
How could this woman, who was apparently fine just now and who could stand up to him even after being drugged and refused to give in to him easily, suddenly have a fever!
Qiao Mohan didn't believe it. He stubbornly thought that it was all just an illusion.
But his palm went down from Su Qing's cheek, along her hot little face to her neck, and then from her neck to her neck and collarbone...
Every place is so hot.
Especially the back of the neck, behind the ears and the palms, which were so weak and so hot that even without a thermometer, Qiao Mohan could judge for sure that the temperature was at least 39 degrees.
Su Qing...
Even though she had a fever, she still insisted on being stubborn with him. She didn't even try to act coquettishly or beg for mercy.
No, it's not that she said no, she said 'no', she said 'no'.
It was him... He hated hearing her rejection, so he simply blocked her mouth and stopped her from speaking.
It was him who was only concerned with possessing her, as if only by possessing her desperately and thoroughly could he show that he had not lost this woman.
Therefore, he was so busy that he didn't notice her abnormality even when they were hugging her and kissing her.
Even if he hated Su Qing for abandoning him and Qiao Muer, even if he hated Su Qing for agreeing to Yi Nanfeng's proposal.
Even though his memory had been 'restored', Qiao Mohan saw that he had gone on a hunger strike for Su Qing, and was unable to stop her from leaving.
But now, at this moment...
Qiao Mohan still softened his heart.
He got out of bed, dressed quickly, and turned on the light in the room in the dark.
Qiao Mohan turned his back to the bed and picked up his cell phone.
He buttoned his shirt with one hand and turned on his cell phone with the other.
I was just about to call He Zhang and ask him to send me some antipyretic medicine.
Suddenly, I turned around and saw a woman on the big bed with a frown on her face, tears all over her face, a pale face, and biting her lower lip tightly...
Su Qing—the bed sheet under her was stained red with blood!
Next chapter before 18:45 (to be continued)