Chapter 413 What Are You Thinking About? I'm Not in the Mood

Zhou Yao and Leng Zhiyuan were cleaning up the mess. Lu Shaoming, Ning Qing and other people were guarding the local hospital in Miaojiang. Ou Luoxi was pushed into the intensive care unit.

Jian Han took a small medical kit and treated Ning Qing's injuries.

Ning Qing's right cheek was swollen very high, with a distinct slap mark on it, the corner of her mouth was broken, and there were residual blood stains. She was wearing a black suit that had been touched, and the whole person was looking messy and weak in beauty.

Jian Han used a cotton ball with pliers to wipe the wound on Ning Qing's face. Ning Qing frowned and hissed in pain, "Sister Jian, it hurts, please be gentle."

Lu Shaoming wiped his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned against the wall of the corridor. Hearing the lingering sound of the woman's aggrieved coquettishness, he looked sideways at her.

A few strands of her wavy hair stuck to her little face. Her face was like a little cat, with blood stains and tear stains everywhere. The large black suit only made her little body look small, and her autumn eyes were It's so beautiful, black and moist, with water flowing out of it.

No wonder Tang Xueli would like her like this.

A woman’s natural beauty is also a fault.

He stepped forward, took out his big hands that were wiped in his trouser pockets, and took the pliers in Jian Han's hand. He said in a low voice, "I'll do it."

Jian Han glanced at Lu Shaoming and wanted to hand it to him.

But at this time Ning Qing pouted her pink lips and said, "No! Sister Jian, just help me deal with it."

When Lu Shaoming heard this, his deep black eyes swept over the woman's face, like a cold and sharp wind blowing in winter.

Ning Qing ignored him and snorted.

Jian Han smiled and said, "Master Lu, forget it, let me do it. Ning Qing is afraid of pain, so I will definitely handle it more gently."

Lu Shaoming pursed his thin lips and stopped talking.

Jian Han took care of the injuries on Ning Qing's face. She asked softly, "Ning Qing, besides the pain on your face, is there any pain on your body?"

Ning Qing's face hesitated, as if she felt guilty, and her eyes looked at Lu Shaoming, who was standing tall and long-legged in front of him.

Lu Shaoming caught her gaze. He half-squinted his eyes and glanced at her pink neck. A few strands of her wavy hair were entangled in her neck. With his sharp eyes, he could see from those entangled hair strands. There were some hickeys visible.

He had no expression, but his resolute face was extremely cold.

When Jian Han saw that the couple's eyes were wrong, she guessed that Ning Qing had been in the Han Palace for such a long time. What happened between her and Tang Xueli?

This is a very touching topic.

Especially for a man like Lu Shaoming.

Jian Han stood up and said with a smile, "Ning Qing, let's go to the infirmary. There is a lot of blood on your body. I'll get you some warm water to wash it off."

Ning Qing gave Jian Han a grateful look. She stood up and followed Jian Han into the medical room.

…

In the infirmary.

Jian Han closed the curtains. She rolled up her white sleeves and went to the shower room to get a basin of warm water and a towel. "Ning Qing, wash your face and hands first. I'll go find a clean set outside." Put some clothes on for you."

Ning Qing raised the corners of her lips and smiled sweetly, "Sister Jian, thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Jian Han walked out of the medical room.

The room became quiet. Ning Qing squeezed out the towel and came to a mirror. She wiped the blood stains on her face with the towel.

After wiping it clean, she put the towel into the basin, took off her black suit with her back on her back.

Her white T-shirt was torn off from the collar, and once she took off her suit, the light in front of her was somewhat unblockable.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the hickeys on her body. She didn't take advantage of Tang Xueli, but she was indeed touched by him.

That change was too heavy-handed, her skin was fair and smooth, but everywhere he touched there were bruises and some pain.

Ning Qing put a small hand on her plump and fragrant shoulder. The slap made her hit the wall, and her shoulders seemed to fall apart.

"Hiss." She couldn't help but groan in pain.

At this time, there was the sound of the door opening and closing behind her, and Ning Qing said, "Sister Jian, are you back?"

No one answered behind her, but her waist tightened, and a warm and handsome body covered her behind her, accompanied by a gentle and magnetic voice, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Qing knew who it was just by smelling the cool and pleasant smell on his body, "Why are you here? Who allowed you to break into other people's rooms?"

Ning Qing stretched out her hand to pull on her suit, trying to cover herself.

But it was useless. The man's arm tightened, and she couldn't move at all. The man's smiling voice said without any emotion, "Are you addicted to wearing other men's suits?"

Ning Qing concluded.

What she focused on was not who the suit belonged to, but that she would have to be exposed if she didn't wear the suit.

The focus of this man's thinking was different from hers, and they couldn't talk together.

"Let go!" she struggled.

At this time, her little body was straightened up, her butt touched the table, and in front of her was the man's iron-hard body, and she was trapped.

One small hand barely covered his body with torn cloth, and the other small hand pushed him. His face turned a little red with embarrassment, "Lu Shaoming, what are you doing?"

The man didn't answer. His big hand came to her little face and touched it gently. His fingertips hooked her hair behind her ears, exposing her entire little face.

Ning Qing's body was burning. His big hand went down her pink neck and held her small hidden hand.

"Lu Shaoming, don't..."

Before she could finish her words, her little hand was clasped. The man pushed her hand away easily, and the torn fabric at the collar fell apart.

Ning Qing's face turned red. She used her little hand against his chest to hit him with a small pink fist, but it was useless. The man used three fingers to tie her two little hands behind her back.

Ning Qing struggled fiercely, trying to get rid of him and protect herself. His shirt and trousers were elegant, while hers were ragged, which made her feel ashamed.

Looking up, she saw the man looking down at her body. Ning Qing turned her face away fiercely. She didn't need to think twice to know where he was looking at where Tang Xueli touched her.

The jeans underneath were suddenly touched. Ning Qing bit her pink lips and turned pale with fright. "No, he didn't touch me..."

He didn't touch the bottom.

So beg him not to look.

Lu Shaoming retracted his hand, raised his eyelids, stared at the woman's pale face with his sharp eyes like a falcon, and said with a smile, "Now you know the shame? Why didn't you make the most shameful plan when you went to the Han Palace?"

Ning Qing heard his tone, he was laughing at her.

The tip of Ning Qing's nose turned red, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes. Wasn't she doing this just for him?

He didn't even offer a word of comfort or coax her.

"Lu Shaoming, go away. I never want to see you again. If your good intentions turn out to be a donkey's liver and lungs, you will be a very big bad guy."

"If you had agreed to let me enter the Han Palace in advance, I wouldn't have contacted Luo Xi to let him come. Now Luo Xi is injured and hasn't woken up yet. You know how much I blame myself. What should I do if Luo Xi has an accident? No matter what, I... don’t want to live anymore..."

Ning Qing felt really sad and uncomfortable. In her heart, she really regarded Luo Xi as her younger brother, that beautiful boy who had a rough fate and grew up with a wolf in the mountains at the age of 8. She hoped that he would be fine.

If she knew in advance that Luo Xi would be injured, she would rather die than implicate Luo Xi.

She was under so much pressure that he just ignored her if he couldn't help her and even ridiculed her.

All his focus was on whether she had been raped by Tang Xueli.

The tears in Ning Qing's eyes were like broken beads, falling down in big drops. She cried and complained, "Lu Shaoming, I understand, don't you just want to know what Tang Xueli did to me? He touched me You kissed me, and the traces on my body are all from him. If you think I'm dirty, then don't want me, and I won't care."

The woman was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe, her weak shoulders were shaking violently, her eyes and nose were red, her delicate and fair face was swollen from being slapped, and her fair skin was all bruised and bruised. pinch and pinch marks.

Lu Shaoming's eyes were full of heartache and pity. He stretched out his hand to hold the back of her head and pushed her into his arms. He kissed her little face with side eyes. He smiled softly and said, "You are my wife. You are not married to anyone else." Men, I don’t even have the qualifications to ask?”

Ning Qing ignored him and kicked and beat him with both hands and feet.

Lu Shaoming tightened his arms and hugged her trembling little body tightly, "Okay, Ning Qing, don't cry. Luo Xi will make it through. He will be fine."

Ning Qing stopped struggling and looked at the man with tearful eyes, "Really?"

"Well, it's true, I promise." He touched her lips.

Ning Qing was comforted. This man had always been her god and he would never lie to her.

Luo Xi will be fine.

Lu Shaoming grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the table. "What are you doing?" Ning Qing struggled to get down.

The man held a long leg against her to prevent her from moving. He had an extra tube of ointment in his hand, "Don't move, doesn't it hurt? I'll apply some ointment on you."

Ning Qing bit her lower lip, feeling a sweet feeling in her heart. He kept this ointment in his trouser pocket. He was checking her body just now to see where she was injured.

Does he care that she won't say it with her mouth?

She thought...he minded that she had been touched by Tang Xueli.

She is a very traditional woman at heart. In this life, she can only have one marriage and one man. If she is touched, she will be the first to feel dirty.

That's why he looked so nervous in the corridor just now.

Afraid that he would suspect her.

Afraid that he would mind.

Lu Shaoming applied medicine to her gently. Ning Qing didn't know where to turn her eyes, and her two small hands tightly grasped the shirt on his arms.

Suddenly she felt the man's rough hands go around behind her to unbutton her buttons. Ning Qing became anxious and held his hand down, "I'll do it myself."

The man pulled out his hand and smiled softly, "What are you thinking about? I'm just applying medicine. There are a lot of things to deal with outside, and Luo Xi is still lying in the ward. I'm not in the mood."

Ning Qing's blood rushed to her mind. He didn't mean it, but her mind was unhealthy.

The buttons were undone by him, and the man lowered his eyes and focused on applying the medicine to her. He was so sorry for her that he let go of the girl he loved most, who had suffered so much because of him in the end.