This night was going to leave some psychological shadow for Qiao Zhishu.
She felt that Xing Huo was not a good person.
The first time I may have felt pity for her and didn't bother her much, but it was different the next few times.
Qiao Zhishu was confused and wiped clean. She usually likes to read romance novels, and occasionally she will read some with a bit of color.
But the men in the novel are very gentle.
He will be considerate of the heroine's discomfort, take his time and do it gently, so, the novel is just a novel, it's a lie.
Qiao Zhishu slept until dawn. When he woke up, his shoulders were exposed and very cold.
Xing Huo raised the quilt higher and held her whole body in his arms. "It's time to wake up. Get up."
Qiao Zhishu lay with her back to him, the man pressed tightly against her naked back, "Are you tired?"
She still felt uncomfortable.
Xing Huo pulled her shoulder, and half of her shoulder slipped out of the quilt. There were marks of different shades on her body, some of which were bruised after a night.
He lowered his head to kiss, and Qiao Zhishu quickly raised her hand to push him, "I can't do it anymore."
"Why can't it be done? I haven't said this yet." Xing Huo pushed her arm to her side, turned over and suppressed her again.
There is a natural power disparity between men and women. In Xing Huo's eyes, she had disheveled hair and a red face. Wouldn't this be life-threatening for him so early in the morning?
"Qiaoqiao, can you do it again?"
"not good!"
Qiao Zhishu refused mercilessly, "I'm really angry if you keep doing this. Xing Huo, you asked me to rest, but I didn't sleep well."
She looked pitiful, as if she had been greatly wronged and wanted to settle a score with him.
"I didn't say yes last night, and you didn't respect me at all."
Xing Huo is not afraid of settling the scores now, "But you said it, you can understand me."
"I understand, but it doesn't mean you can do other things."
He went crazy just because of her word "can", and Qiao Zhishu suspected that he had a premeditated plan.
"I'm really sorry," Xing Huo apologized to her, leaning against her ear, his voice was so thin and broken, "I misunderstood it, and it hurt you, didn't it?"
The earlobe that his lips touched felt so hot.
Qiao Zhishu couldn't help but be amused. Even though the two were so close, she still couldn't bear to hear such words.
She covered her face with her hands and said, "Go down."
Xing Huo opened the corners of his mouth wantonly, "It's okay. If you feel tired, just take a nap again. I'll ask for leave from school for you."
"I don't want it." When Qiao Zhishu let go, she saw Xing Huo's eyes scanning her body, extremely unscrupulous, "Don't look at it."
"I didn't look."
You are really telling lies with your eyes open. Xing Huo's eyes were fixed on Qiao Zhishu's flat belly, and the tenderness and ambiguity in his eyes became a little deeper.
When she was caught off guard, he leaned down and kissed her.
Qiao Zhishu pushed him away, which scared her so much that she quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She took some clothes and put them on hastily, regardless of whether she was wearing them wrong or not, she quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
Not long after, Xing Huo followed.
Qiao Zhishu had just finished washing her face. He put his hands on her sides and placed his chin on her shoulders.
There was movement outside, and Qiao Zhishu subconsciously asked, "Who is it?"
"Auntie, the room needs to be tidied up."
Qiao Zhishu suddenly stirred up his spirit and rushed outside quickly.
The servant was preparing to clean up the mattress. Qiao Zhishu quickly ran to the bedside and quickly held down the quilt, "Auntie, wait a moment!"
The aunt looked like she understood everything, "It's okay, young lady, I will pretend that I didn't see anything and I will wash it clean."