Chapter 165

Luka sighed and finally reached out to press against her back.

Her back had always been beautiful, with back lines and alluring waist-to-hip curves, as well as beautifully shaped butterfly bones, which once made men unable to put her down.

But Luka had no time to appreciate it at this moment because he only realized when he touched her that her body temperature was abnormally high.

"Sui Sui, are you uncomfortable?"

She nodded.

"Where are you uncomfortable? Tell me."

She nodded, then shook her head, looking at him with grievance.

Luka frowned, supporting her chin with his palm, and said, "Speak. Tell me, where are you uncomfortable, what does it feel like?"

Qiao Suisui's voice was soft and messy, with a crying tone: "Inside... inside is uncomfortable, itchy..."

Luka paused, his eyes darkening.

Angry as he was, he still scooped her over and reached his hand into the water.

Qiao Suisui shrank into his arms, biting his military uniform collar, emitting unbearable whimpers.

Her face was flushed, like a gorgeous water demon. She hooked the man's neck, saying no one moment and yes the next, making his fire burn even brighter.

"Luka... Luka..."

He heard her calling his name over and over again, feeling his heart being wrapped in vines, shrinking tighter and tighter.

The man's hand couldn't help but tighten around her back, his fingertips sinking into her fair, tender skin. His breathing was completely chaotic, kissing her earlobes, and the hand in the water was deliberately deep and shallow, making her feel neither here nor there.

"Luka..." Qiao Suisui cried out to him, her voice filled with delicate pleading.

"Say you love me."

"Mm... I love you..."

"Say you only love me."

"Only... mm... only love... you."

She had no thoughts under his hand, only wanting to reach the peak as soon as possible.

She felt a pool of water in her lower abdomen about to burst, but the switch was in the man's hands. But the man didn't seem satisfied; he seemed to be teasing her, just not touching the switch.

Qiao Suisui was a little anxious, crying and grabbing his arm, throwing a tantrum: "Don't do this, go away..."

Luka kissed her red-rimmed eyes and asked, "Then what do you want?"

He saw her biting her red lips, staring at him with tear-reddened eyes, and saying, "Want you..."

The man pressed her into his arms and closed his eyes, sighing heavily.

"What do you want me to do with you?"

She didn't understand his situation at all, clinging to him, being extremely delicate. Luka was entangled by her as if spanning two worlds, ice and fire. He loved her attachment to him so much, how could he not be moved at this moment? How many days had she been gone, and how many nights had he slept alone holding her nightgown, smelling her scent as if she were by his side.

But thinking that she was pregnant now and had just experienced such a thrilling thing, Luka desperately endured the desire under his body and squeezed two words through his teeth: "No."

Qiao Suisui had completely forgotten why it was not okay, and only heard Luka refusing her.

A woman's thinking is always exceptionally associative, and a thought popped into her chaotic brain—

Luka didn't love her anymore.

She instantly felt the sky collapse, crying even harder, sobbing until she could almost not breathe.

The man suppressed his own fire while patiently coaxing her, kissing away her tears, and no longer punishing her, finally helping her release once.

By the time he wrapped her up and came out of the bathroom, it was an hour later.

Zongfang was sitting on the sofa chair in front of the bed, almost merging with the night.

Luka bypassed his murderous gaze, gently placed Qiao Suisui on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Zongfang didn't move, his gaze following the man's every move. He intended to guard her like this without leaving an inch. Luka was in no mood to fight with him, turned and went into the bathroom to reorganize himself before leaving. Before leaving, he kissed Qiao Suisui's lips and touched her head before leaving. He didn't look at Zongfang from beginning to end.

Zongfang snapped the armrest of the sofa chair, and because he was afraid the sound would disturb her, the action of letting go was very light and slow.

For the next period of time, as long as Qiao Suisui slept, he guarded her.

When she woke up the next morning, it was already noon. The curtains in her inner palace were specially modified by Laiboli, with first-class shading effects, just to let her sleep well and not be woken up by the sun. Therefore, the room was still dim.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Before she was fully awake, she was embraced into a familiar hug.

"Zongfang?"

Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of delicacy, like a feather fan sweeping across Zongfang's heart.

"What's wrong, why aren't you talking?" She hugged the man back, didn't hear his voice, but felt herself being hugged tighter by him.

"I shouldn't have let you leave." Zongfang touched her hair, hugging her tightly.

Fortunately, she was fine, otherwise he would have felt guilty to death.

"I'm fine, I checked that height, I wouldn't have jumped if it wasn't safe." She hugged his waist and chuckled, resting her chin on his shoulder, comforting him: "Besides, those four people didn't really hurt me."

It would have been better not to mention it; as soon as it was mentioned, Zongfang instantly released murderous intent.

"Where did they touch you?"

She couldn't remember, she was dazed at the time, it seemed like... "Only my feet, I think."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing else, I guess. When they wanted to take off my clothes, I escaped."

*Snap*, the sofa chair by the bed suddenly shattered without warning.

Qiao Suisui looked in the direction of the sound, but the next second her chin was pinched by the man and turned back.

"Do you like that kind of place?"

She shook her head honestly, "I don't."

Zongfang's expression softened slightly, but he didn't let her go and asked again: "What type do you like?"

Qiao Suisui cleverly played dumb, saying: "What? It was pitch black inside, I didn't see anything."

In fact, she had snuck a few glances at several big-chested handsome guys, not for anything else, but it was just too novel.

Zongfang's face finally looked a little better. She thought this hurdle was passed, but she didn't expect to be gently pressed onto the bed by him the next second.

Her long hair was scattered on the sheets and pillows, her hands placed beside her face, looking blankly at the man kneeling at the end of the bed, lifting her left ankle.

Qiao Suisui wanted to hide, but her ankle was grabbed by a large hand. The nightgown retreated to the base of her thighs during the struggle, revealing two white and slender legs.

"How did they touch you? Like this, or like this?"

Zongfang's hand held the sole of her foot, and his index finger scratched lightly, making Qiao Suisui itch uncontrollably. He looked at the slender ankle, the blue veins on the protruding wrist bone clearly visible. Her skin was as white as a peeled boiled egg, and the man's fingers only needed a little force to leave fingerprints. Her toes and heels were all pink and tender. Thinking that her feet were actually held in the hands of that gang, Zongfang wanted to gouge out their eyes and chop off their hands.

"Itchy, hahaha, itchy, don't do it, stop it."

Qiao Suisui sat up and kept hiding backward, but Zongfang wouldn't let her go. The man crawled on the bed on his knees to a distance facing her, his two arms supporting beside her, imprisoning her.

"It seems the last punishment wasn't harsh enough, you even dared to go to that kind of place."

"I'm wronged, it was Yishabeier..." She opened her mouth to argue, but was kissed by him.

The two kissed deeper and deeper, Zongfang bit her lip lightly, his own breathing also slightly chaotic. Noticing that she was a little out of breath, he immediately let her go, his eyes still carrying lingering attachment.

"I didn't play those games, and I didn't touch anyone else. With you here, I find those things boring."

"Little liar."

He knew her too well. Qiao Suisui's words were very flattering, obviously to coax him so he wouldn't pursue it, but the man's lips couldn't help but curl up.

Coaxing two at once, KPI currently reached: 2/4