1861 Which Is The Real You
"I'll help you."
Qi Xiangyang walked to the cabinet with an expressionless face, took out a set of dry blue and white hospital gowns from it, folded it back to Su Liang, and was about to untie the clothes on her body.
"Don't bother, IāI can do it myself!"
Su Liang stared at his handsome face that did not change, which was perfect and made people unable to take their eyes off.
Let's take a look at his behavior of taking off a girl's clothes without saying a word...... It's so disobedient!
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"Don't move!" Qi Xiangyang held down her hand, and twisted his eyebrows unhappily at Su Liang's retraction.
"If you move again, I don't mind putting you on the spot to correct the Fa!"
"......" Su Liang stiffened on the bed, his beautiful big eyes showed a hint of fear, and he stared at him straight.
Qi Xiangyang turned a blind eye, picked up the hospital gown casually and determined the front and back, and his white hand neatly peeled off the wet clothes on Su Liang's body, ignoring Su Liang's already red cheeks, and dressed her without hurry.
Slender fingers stopped on her chest, buttoning them one by one.
Staring at the charming scenery on her chest, the hidden sweat trickled down from her bewitching face, and her whole body exuded the aura of plunder......
Su Liang's scalp was numb from his staring, and he reached out and pulled his clothes, "I'll just button it myself......"
"Hmm!"
Sakura's lips were gagged, and his beautiful hands ran through her long hair, controlling the back of her head, pressing Su Liang towards him, trying his best to sweep the sweetness between her lips and teeth.
For a long time, Su Liang was completely paralyzed in his arms, but Qi Xiangyang didn't take the next move, just brushed her pale face in distress.
Her eyebrows were cold, and a pair of deep black eyes locked on her like a cheetah, "Why do you want to save me?" ā
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"If you recognize those highly venomous spotted scorpions, why don't you save me?"
Removing that layer of indifferent protective color, Qi Xiangyang reached out and took her back into his arms, his sharpened chin resting on the top of her head.
"Su Liang, which one is the real you, tell me?"
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Su Liang was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said loudly, "Actually, you don't have to be like this, my dad is in your hands, you can't die." ā
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The air condensed into ice in an instant, revealing the coldness.
Su Liang shrank unconsciously, and the hot and cold temperature made her a little unbearable.
"Just because of that?" Qi Xiangyang's hand around her suddenly loosened, gritted his teeth and glared at her, his black eyes almost breathing fire.
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Of course not.
Where did she have time to think about what she didn't have......
She just didn't want him to be grateful to her for it, and she would rather bear his hatred than give her such love......
Su Liang's hand on his side clutched the sheets tightly, lowered his head, and didn't look at his disappointed eyes.
"Very good, it turns out that I am self-inflicted!"
The side of the bed was empty, Su Liang shuddered for a moment, raised his head, and only had time to see his disappearing back.
Chewing his last sentence carefully, Su Liang's eyes flashed......
"Qi Xiangyang ......"
She nervously climbed down from the hospital bed, stood firm on the edge of the bed, and was not even in the mood to look for shoes, so she ran barefoot towards the door.
As soon as he ran a few steps, his face turned pale......
Su Liang gritted his teeth, didn't let himself exhale in pain, and slid to the ground with his support for the door panel, the whole person curled up in a ball, and twitched violently.
On the white skin, terrifying green tendons quickly appeared, climbing on the surface of the skin like vines......