Chapter 11 Nacht "You cried like this in front of him too...

The effect of the drug rose silently, scalding her consciousness, and her tender eyes were also covered with a thin mist.

"Xie Xianshen..."

Her red lips opened and closed, she didn't know how many times she called his name.

In fact, her consciousness was completely out of her control, the changes in her expression, the reactions of her body, all of these shaped her into another self.

"Que Lan. "

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was her lying on the bed. Xie Xianshen said indifferently, "You've gone to the wrong room. "

He didn't sense anything unusual about her discomfort. He

took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair. He was still wearing the black shirt and straight trousers he wore in the bar. When he walked to the bed, the man realized something.

But she was lying on the bed with a dazed look on her face. The redness on her cheeks spread all the way to the corners of her eyes and her neck. She was completely different from the girl in the bar.

She held his white shirt tightly in her hands.

"Are you having a fever? "

Xie Xianshen had no idea why Quezhan suddenly appeared in his room. It was she who suggested sleeping in separate rooms, and now it was she who broke into his room.

He felt the temperature of her forehead, which was very hot.

"Last time it was allergens, this time it was illness. "Xie Xianshen sneered lightly, and was about to stand up as he spoke," You have an extremely big heart. "

"Even if you are sick, you don't know how to take medicine, right? "

The medicine box at home was not in the bedroom. When the man got up to leave, his wrist hanging by his side was suddenly grabbed.

He didn't intend to argue with a patient, but she didn't think so.

Turning her head, Xie Xianshen lowered her eyebrows with a little impatience, "What do you want to do? "

The drug burned wildly in her body, as if all the strength in her body had been pulled out.

But she grabbed him just like she was grabbing his shirt, she didn't want to be left alone here.

"You..." Quezhan had already become another her. Whatever she said and did now, desire was above all else. "Are you going to leave..."

This sentence was completely out of character with her.

Xie Xianshen: "If I came back later, you might have been unconscious from the fever. "

"No, not...sick. "

Using the point where they touched, Que Shan struggled to get up, kneeling on the bed with her slender legs to get closer to him. She shook her head, and the mist in her eyes condensed into tears, lingering around her eye sockets, feeling very aggrieved, "I don't want to..." I

don't want you to leave.

Looking into her eyes again, Xie Xianshen suddenly realized that her current condition was not illness or fever, but that she had been drugged.

From what he had seen and heard so far, he didn't know who had drugged her, but the person who had drugged her must want to see her in her disheveled and tearful appearance.

Xie Xianshen raised his other hand, palm up, and his long, bony fingers clasped the side of her face, slightly tilted back.

The tear that slipped from the corner of her eye fell straight down, touched his fingertips, and merged into one.

In the room, the light was difficult to distinguish, and the walls were imprinted with the figures of the two.

After a long time, he opened his lips and said, "So, are you begging me? "

Please let me help you. "

The two figures on the wall, one leaning forward and the other looking up, the way he lifted her chin was very much like an artist admiring his muse.

Her tear was the most beautiful work of art.

The warmth in her heart was no longer under her control, but she didn't think about it. She held his hand tightly and bit it at the base of the thumb.

The sharp teeth stung, it did hurt, but he didn't say anything.

"You want me to help you? "Xie Xianshen asked this, his deliberate tone couldn't be more obvious and he didn't try to hide it.

"Have you forgotten what you said in the bar an hour ago? "

Speaking of the emotional marriage, she sneered and disdainfully said, "Who has any feelings for him? It's a literal agreement to get married." "

Quezhan opened her lips and exhaled, biting his tiger's mouth with a little more force, and the bite mark became clearer, as if it was a resistance to herself.

He took a half step forward, supported Quezhan's thin back with his palm and brought her down, and put the clear premise agreement in the open for her to make a choice, and his tone was somewhat hypocritical: "The agreement states very clearly that we will not interfere with each other's lives. "

"Quezhan, this is the rule you set. ”

“Do you want more? "

Now she doesn't have the time to think, she just wants to get rid of the pain.

She didn't want to hear anything, bit her lip and sobbed softly, nodded, "...yeah. "

The bit of suspender fabric above the waist was pulled ruffled by Qie Zhan, and the thin shoulder strap slid down from the shoulder and fell off. His shirt was undone to the second button.

She hugged his neck, and the sandalwood scent on his neck seemed to be stronger. She

moved her nose close to touch lightly, then moved away, and touched again, over and over again.

It was as if she was absorbing it.

"Are you crying like this in front of him too? "

It was a cold sentence, but the 'he' in it was meaningful.

That day by the lake, she and Meng Xie were face to face and very close to each other. What did they say or do? She cried.

The tear at the end of her eye seemed to be falling, about the same as it is now.

Xie Xianshen's fingers were long and straight, and their temperature was high. His palm moved from her spine to her waist. His fingertips slightly picked up the black lace and slowly probed through it. Most of the thin straps were intertwined on the back of her hand with winding blue veins, but she closed her eyes, lost her strength and fell in front of him.

She was too wet.

The red ink red spider lily tattooed on her ribs extended upwards, and the poison in the rose was warmed by his palm.

"Who allowed you to wear the ring like this. "

The silver ring on her little finger, he has been unhappy with it for a long time, ever since they were in the bar.

Wearing a ring on the little finger means being single and aristocratic.

Then what about the marriage certificate she just got today? Marriage is voluntary for both parties, and he didn't force her to get the certificate. Wearing the ring like this is a provocation to him, right?

"Click. "

Xie Xianshen took off the ring, raised his hand and threw it away. The silver ring hit the ground and jumped out in several arcs. Finally, it was tripped by tables and chairs and fell into an unknown corner.

The next moment, there was a muffled sound in the sky.

"Boom——! "

At some point, a few mist clouds appeared in the inky night sky like surging water. The mist clouds gathered together, covering the sky and trying to push down the city.

Just a few seconds after the muffled thunder, several lightning bolts hit the center of the mist clouds, which was particularly heavy.

The sound of rain was dancing outside the window, and a hint of coolness came through the gaps in the window.

The heat wrapped in Que Zhan's body was finally relieved.

However, this heat still lingered for a long time.

She clenched her wrists and silently scolded, and he saw it, "Do you want to avoid pain or feel good, choose one. The

right to choose was handed back to her.

Quedan slowly opened her eyes. The tears on her long eyelashes were too few compared to the fine sweat on her body. Perhaps she had lost too much water and felt thirsty. She swallowed and stared at his thin lips for a minute. She didn't know if she heard what he said. She put her hands on his collarbone and leaned over.

However, Xie Xianshen pressed on her slender neck, and it looked like he was strangling her, but in fact he didn't use any force.

There was a half circle of teeth marks on his palm where she had bitten him, and it turned bright red. "You can do it, but no kissing."

He was warning her and rejecting her at the same time.

"Ding..."

The flowing molecules in the air were suddenly stopped by the untimely ringing of a cell phone.

It was Quezhan’s phone, and the phone interface showed Meng Ye.

Meng Ye was the man who embraced her in the bar stage, and he was also the man she defeated four times in a row at the game table.

The phone turned around in her palm, and the screen was facing Que Zhan. Xie Xianshen pointed at the name and asked her, "Do you want to answer it?" Her

consciousness was soaked in the hot water. Que Zhan could not hold on any longer, so she leaned forward on his shoulder and tilted her head.

She gave the answer to his question.

She was very different today from usual, she was too obedient, all the thorns of her pride and wildness were smoothed out.

It seems like she will do whatever you tell her to do.

This was the first time he saw her like this.

Whenever they meet, the two of them are always at loggerheads. Neither of them will give in, and neither of them will give in to the other. Even a stinging word will be retaliated against by the other.

Her black hair brushed across his collarbone, Xie Xianshen thought.

The first time she saw her on the streets of New York, she ruthlessly slapped the man's hand away because he touched her hair.

Now, her hair was tangled around his finger bones, getting tighter and tighter.

-Que

Zhan had a dream.

She dreamed of the scene from her childhood that left a deep impression on her.

It was pitch black all around, and the only source of light was the bright orange fire, but the fire was too strong. The flames were so rampant and merciless that they seemed to destroy everything, including her.

Quezhan was very scared. He huddled in a corner, helpless and isolated, with coldness and fear filling his whole body.

The moment the turning point came, she lowered her head and buried it between her knees, and her small hand was suddenly lifted up and held.

It's not the burning sensation of fire, but very warm.

She ran forward with him, and even when her legs became weak and she had no strength left, he would slowly help her up and tell her not to be afraid.

She didn’t know if the dream and reality were confused, but she now felt the same warmth around her.

This is also why she likes to hold something or grab something when she sleeps, which makes her feel really safe.

The continuous warmth made her greedy, but she was half asleep and half awake. She moved her body slightly and tilted her head lower, trying to get that warmth again.

The dream gradually fell apart and she fell asleep again.

Until the warmth she was holding seemed to gradually cool down, and at that moment, a phone call pulled her back into reality.

The ringing sounded incessantly and was very annoying.

Quezhan reached out for her phone and slid the answer button unconsciously, "Hello?"

"Sister Zhanzhan."

Meng Ye called her yesterday, but Quezhan didn't answer. Worried that something had happened to her, he called her several more times, "Why didn't you answer my call yesterday? When you left the bar, you said you would send a message, but you didn't."

Yesterday...

Memories turned over, Quezhan raised her arm and pressed it on her eyes, saying weakly: "I'm sorry, Meng Ye, I forgot."

"What's wrong with you? Your voice sounds a little hoarse."

The fragmented memories were pieced together and played uncontrollably in her mind frame by frame.

Because of that damn drug, she and he crossed the line clearly stated in the agreement and did it all night without stopping.

When I woke up again, I was the only one in the huge room.

"Nothing."

Quezhan made up an excuse, "I'll hang up first. I have work to do later."

After hanging up the phone, the time on the screen was already twelve noon.

I slept till the end of time.

I sat up straight, and my body felt like it was broken.

Her memory was also incomplete. When the effect of the medicine and her greed collided, she could not remember much, but she remembered one sentence he said most clearly: "Sit on it."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she was focused.

Although the closed curtains blocked the sunlight, the messy traces on the ground were clearly visible -

a black lace underwear torn into pieces, several torn square aluminum foil bags, a white shirt that was scratched by her, and red marks on the shirt...

She could see it all clearly.

Quezhan gritted his teeth and was angry with himself. He lay back on the bed and pounded his pillow in frustration. Unexpectedly, he felt a sudden pain in his lower abdomen.

"A Jiang."

The pain could not be relieved by just enduring it, so she called Cong Jiang and made an appointment, "Are you free now? I want to go to the clinic."

... When she arrived at the clinic, she didn't see Cong Jiang. The other party sent a message asking her to wait in her office for ten minutes. She went out to discuss work this afternoon and was on her way back.

Quezhan found a chair and sat down. He felt abdominal pain coming in waves, even more severe than last night.

She secretly complained about Xie Xianshen in her heart. As expected, a man who only had sex once every eight hundred years only knew how to bump into others. After they did it, she was the only one who suffered the consequences.

The most important thing is that the proposed agreement broke the rules.

When he thought of this, Quezhan felt restless.

Forced to divert her attention, she tilted her head slightly, and a framed photo on the table prompted her to raise her hand.

It was a photo of her and Cong Jiang when they were in high school.

The prologue to their meeting was fate, I guess.

In my first year of high school, a female student named Cong Jiang transferred to our class.

She is quiet and often sits in a corner.

One day after school, Que Zhan saw a group of girls bullying Cong Jiang in the backyard of the school where there were few people. She drove away the bunch of uneducated hooligans, picked up the scattered books and returned them to them, then she realized that the expired lipstick all over Cong Jiang's face was not scary, but only made people feel pity.

"Don't be afraid."

Quezhan took out two or three wet tissues and helped Cong Jiang wipe it carefully. "With me here, they won't bully you."

She protected her for three years, and her personality gradually became cheerful.

It was not until the college entrance examination that Cong Jiang was successfully admitted to the medical school of her dreams and chose professional studies in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although her grades were stable and excellent, she later encountered repeated setbacks in her work. It was Que Zan who brought her to Tangci Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, which is ranked among the best in the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine community.

The director of the clinic is an old friend of my grandmother, but they had a secret relationship. In the end, it was a perfect match. The director also admired Congjiang's love for traditional Chinese medicine.

Congjiang has always been grateful to Quezhan.

She said she was the person who changed her life.

This title is too heavy. Every time she talks about it, she crosses her arms and says some sentimental and corny things, and she dislikes her nagging.

"I'm here, Zhanzhan." Congjiang came running over, her hair flying back and disappearing, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Quezhan shook her head. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even straighten her back, and she just made a joke. She would be responsible if she was late again and died of exhaustion.

"What are you talking about!"

Cong Jiang helped her to the front hall of the clinic for consultation. She let Quezhan sit on the stool. "Why do you suddenly have a stomachache? You were as energetic as a popping candy yesterday."

It's all Xie Xianshen's fault.

"Does it hurt here?" Cong Jiang gently pressed around her lower abdomen, trying to feel up and to the left, "Here?"

"Sister, be gentle." Que Zan exhaled, "It hurts."

"You are so disrespectful. I am half a month older than you."

After a diagnosis, Cong Jiang's heart was cleared. She pursed her lips in time to suppress her curiosity. She wanted to ask but couldn't, so she could only pretend to speak in a calm tone, "I didn't expect your husband to be so hungry. The first time you have sex, you should proceed step by step."

"..."

Que Zan frowned and was choked for a while.

"It's not a big problem." Cong Jiang turned around and got medicine for Que Zhan, his voice soft and slow: "But you must be careful next time you have sex, and keep a distance in time. Don't do this again."

Next time?

There won’t be a next time! This time it was just a pure accident.

"A Jiang, don't curse me."

"Did he disappoint you?"

Speaking of this, he became angry. "His skills are terrible. Even if he has never been in a relationship, he shouldn't be at this level. What's the use of being so ruthless. I will only give him one point out of a full hundred. Don't even think about passing. The remaining ninety-nine are not enough for him to deduct."

Cong Jiang was stunned for a few points.

Is this something that only she, a non-VIP, can listen to?

His eyes inadvertently glanced outside the door. Cong Jiang gave up his interest in listening to gossip and covered his lips to remind Quezhan: "Zhanzhan, stop talking..."

"Why not." Quezhan snorted, obviously not noticing anything, and concluded: "I didn't have much experience after the whole night, and he didn't care about my feelings at all...!"

His emotions were like swallowing fire. After he finished speaking, Quezhan felt tired.

But in the next moment, she suddenly felt as if someone was approaching her from behind. The closer the distance was, the lower the air pressure dropped, and her heart stopped for a moment.

"Tell me, how do you feel?"

A familiar voice and breath.

But he turned around, with an imperceptible look of surprise flashing across his face.

At that time, Xie Xianshen stood behind her side. His extremely tall stature directly suppressed her. There was a cold and sharp look in his eyes, and the sneer at the corner of his lips was also light.

His leisurely attitude seemed like he was waiting for her to continue venting.