"Let me go first!" Fang Chixia's wrists were so painful that he strangled her, and her brows twisted in pain.
Her facial features are not actually very delicate, unlike Su Ran, who is as delicate as a flower that needs to be held in the palm of someone's hand and cared for.
Because Fang Chixia is arrogant at heart, she often gives people a very unruly impression on the outside.
However, today, when Luo Yibei was strangling her wrist and struggling in his hand, she felt indescribably weak.
His strength was weak, his pitifully small face was as pale as paper, and even his lip color was very light.
The delicate eyebrows were twisted again, delicate and weak, like an epiphyllum that had been beaten down by the rain.
Luo Yibei's eyes swept over her face calmly, and his brows furrowed.
Just as he was wondering if something was wrong with her, she, who was so delicate before, suddenly bumped into him with her body and said, "Let go!"
The strength is not light.
She looked like this, making Luo Yibei's face darken.
His body covered her again, pressing against the wall she was leaning against. He reminded her coldly, "I'm still waiting for your explanation!"
His body was pressing against hers, the two of them were close to each other, and their aura was very strong.
With such negative distance contact, Fang Chixia felt like she was entangled in a thin and dense net, making it difficult to even breathe.
"Luo Yibei, go away!" He raised his hand and wanted to push him away, but Luo Yibei held her hand down with his backhand and pressed her arms against her side.
"Want to continue spending time in this room with me? I don't mind, but are you sure?" His eyes slowly traveled down her face, and when he passed the loose collar around her shoulders, his gaze It paused for a few seconds.
His eyes were sharp, as if he could tear her clothes apart.
Fang Chixia was horrified by what he saw. She once again experienced what visual lingchi was from him.
"Give you a few seconds to think about it!" Luo Yibei's face slowly tilted toward her, his eyes wandered around her body at an extremely slow speed, and his fingertips wrapped around the belt of her bathrobe and played with it, as if Want to pick apart.
Fang Chixia couldn't stand him like this, so she pressed his hand down, turned her face to the side, and put some distance between herself and him, "I had a fever last night!"
Luo Yibei was slightly startled, his face slightly distorted.
Fang Chixia pulled up her clothes, pushed him away and went to pack her luggage.
Luo Yibei's eyes followed her figure, and he stared at her calmly for a while. He walked over in a few steps, pushed her hand away, and took over what she was doing.
Fang Chixia squatted next to him and watched his movements quietly. Thinking of him rushing over in a hurry, she asked coldly, "Did you believe what happened last night?"
Her tone was tentative, her eyes looking at him were a bit chilling, and her voice was very light.
It was so light that Luo Yibei's heart felt like it was being gently tugged by something.
"What do you think?" Luo Yibei looked at her lightly and asked the question without answering.
Fang Chixia thought that he had already asked her for an explanation, so she probably didn't believe him.
Realizing this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
All he wants is a reason!
"Are you feeling better now?" Luo Yibei stretched a long arm in her direction, casually touched her forehead, felt the temperature between her forehead, and then pulled it back.