Qiao Yuchen turned his head sideways and frowned at him.

He frowned, not fully awake, it was the subconscious that made him speak: "Help me to the sofa, I didn't take a shower." ”

Qiao Yuchen seemed to be a little surprised, he drank like this, and remembered that he had a habit of cleanliness, and twisted his eyebrows: "No, I'll ask Aunt Hour to change the sheets early tomorrow morning." ”

After hearing this, Lu Yueting prepared to sleep with peace of mind.

Qiao Yuchen stood there for a full ten seconds without leaving, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He didn't plan to toss him anymore, but after going to the bathroom to take a bath, he thought that he had drunk wine and slept like this without washing his face, and he would not sleep well after all, so in the end, he still took a basin of hot water and brought it over.

At this moment, Lu Yueting was already asleep.

Qiao Yuchen has never taken care of others, or rather, he can't even take care of himself, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to others, so he is not so gentle and rude.

When he wiped his face, he may have used a little force, but after taking away the towel, he saw that his deep and handsome face was wiped red by him, and he had lost a layer of skin.

He twisted the towel again and wiped his neck and chest.

When his thumb accidentally crossed the towel and rubbed his chest, the firm and hot touch made his expression sink a little, and his hand did not move away from his chest.

I forgot to open the window, and suddenly, a gust of early winter wind blew.

The place wet with the towel was cold for a while, and the hairs stood on end.

Lu Yueting frowned, subconsciously touched his cold chest, and couldn't reach it, his hand covered the back of Qiao Yuchen's hand, pinching the hot and humid towel, which felt very strange.

Suddenly, Lu Yueting opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.

At a glance, I saw Qiao Yuchen, who was riding on him, wearing a black nightgown, with a large area of his chest exposed, which was so white that he was dazzling, and he felt a little loose.

His brain tightened a string, and he reacted almost subconsciously, kicking him to the side, his voice dyed with a little anger: "What are you doing?" ”

This kick just kicked Qiao Yuchen's stomach, and the pain made him clutch his stomach, and his face was blue.

Lu Yueting didn't know how much strength he used under the influence of alcohol, but he had a sense of anger that had been violated, and he sat up from the bed with the pain, got out of bed and prepared to leave.

He frowned and turned his head, squinted coldly at Qiao Yuchen, and saw that he didn't move, so he frowned: "Tell me, what were you doing just now?" ”

Qiao Yuchen raised his head slowly, looked at him for a moment, and then glanced at the basin on the ground, his voice was very cold, and he said hard: "Wash your face for you, let you sleep well...... Why, isn't it obvious? ”

Lu Yueting was originally angry, but when he saw his pale face and the fine sweat on his forehead was clearly visible, a trace of guilt suddenly rose in his heart.

He was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the force used by the kick just now was a little heavy, and hurriedly walked over, frowning deeply: "Are you okay?" ”

Qiao Yuchen held his stomach with his hands and didn't speak, and even his breathing became short.

Lu Yueting's brows furrowed even deeper, and he put the suit he took off on the side in front of her, and his tone was an order: "Now, get dressed, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"!" Qiao Yuchen held back for a long time and said a word very rudely.

Lu Yueting was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that Achen, who had always cultivated so well, would burst into foul language.

Then, he raised his eyes to look at him: "Big brother, your kick is ruthless enough." ”