"No...no..."

Su Qing pushed Qiao Mohan, but the more she resisted and struggled to stop, Qiao Mohan's movements became heavier and stronger.

Qiao Mohan didn't want to hear Su Qing say anything.

Because he knew that Su Qing had agreed to Yi Nanfeng's marriage proposal. In Su Qing's heart today, I am afraid that Yi Nanfeng is her righteous boyfriend, lover, and husband.

And his ex-husband...he...

Even if it was a touch, Su Qing would fight back.

Since you can't hear the lingering words of love in her mouth, just don't talk.

Qiao Mohan squeezed Su Qing's chin, kissed her lips fiercely, swallowing all her resisting explanations.

Desperately own her, occupy her, as if only in this way can he feel at ease.

Time and time again, Su Qing, who was forcibly possessed by him, had to fight against the effects of drugs from the very beginning.

In the end, despair and helplessness, giving up everything and falling into the vortex of ups and downs, can no longer afford a trace of resistance.

I don't know how long it took, when Qiao Mohan found that the woman under him no longer struggled to resist, and no longer groaned.

He gradually realized that the situation was not right...

"Su Qing, Su Qing...?"

Qiao Mohan narrowed his eyes and called the woman under him in the dark.

However, Su Qing did not give him any response.

Qiao Mohan thought that this was Su Qing deliberately breathing with him, and couldn't help reaching 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, she was scalded.

This is... have a fever?

Qiao Mohan's heart sank.

For the first time, there was a feeling of being flustered unsuspecting as if the whole person suddenly fell.

A woman who was okay just now, who can fight him tough even with medicine, and a woman who doesn't give in easily to him, how could she suddenly have a fever!

Qiao Mohan didn't believe it, he stubbornly thought all this was just an illusion.

But the palm of the hand went all the way from Su Qing’s cheeks, along her hot little face to the neck, and then from the neck to the neck, the collarbone...

Everywhere is hot and tight.

Especially the neck socket, the back of the ears and the palms of the hands are so weak and hot, even without a thermometer, Qiao Mohan can definitely judge that the temperature is at least 39 degrees.

Su Qing...

When she had a fever, she had to behave with him, but she didn't even sneer with him and begged for mercy.

No, no, she said ‘no’ and said ‘no’.

It was him... He hated to hear her refusal, so he simply gagged her mouth and kept her from speaking.

It is him who only cares about occupying her, as if only desperately and completely occupying her can he represent that he has not lost this woman.

Therefore, he was so busy that he didn't even notice her abnormality when he hugged her.

Even if you hate Su Qing for abandoning herself and Qiao Muer, even if you hate Su Qing for agreeing to Yi Nanfeng's marriage proposal.

Even if the memory has been ‘recovered’, Qiao Mohan saw that he had gone on a hunger strike for Su Qing, and could not keep Su Qing, who was desperately leaving.

But now, at this moment...

Qiao Mohan was still softened.

He got out of bed, dressed quickly, and turned on the room light in the dark.

Qiao Mohan put his back to the bed and picked up the phone.

He buttoned his shirt with one hand, and turned on the turned-off phone with the other.

He was about to call He Zhang to send him anti-fever medicine.

Turning around suddenly, what I saw was a woman on the big bed with frowning brows, tears in her face, pale, still biting her lower lip...

Su Qing-the bed sheet under her body was dyed red with blood!

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