A cool feeling gradually spread over the wound, and the pain decreased a bit.
Shangguantang felt that the people beside her had bandaged her up with gauze and covered her with a quilt, but she was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She had mixed feelings in her heart and just wanted him to disappear in front of her as soon as possible.
Bei Xijue just sat there, staring down at that weak and stubborn person. In the past four years, she had changed, but she had not changed at all. He didn't know whether he should feel happy or sad. Now, she
I can only hate him.
"Xue'er, have a good rest."
After a long time, Bei Xijue sighed. The pressure on the bed suddenly disappeared, and Shangguan Tang felt inexplicably relieved.
Bei Xijue left, but did not leave. He stood silently outside the bedroom door, holding a cigarette between his fingertips and started smoking unconsciously.
"Ahem——"
Lin Yue'er came from across the corridor, still wearing pajamas. When she saw Bei Xijue smoking, her eyes showed concern.
"Brother Bei, I remember that you don't smoke."
She forced a smile, jumped forward, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and threw it into the trash can nearby.
"Give it back to me."
Bei Xijue's voice was not loud, but it carried a cold aura that could not be violated.
Lin Yue'er turned her back to Bei Xijue, paused in her movements, and then threw the cigarette butt into the trash can without hesitation.
"Brother Bei, smoking is bad for your body——"
"Who asked you to throw it?!"
Bei Xijue strode forward, kicked over the trash can, stretched out his hand to clamp Lin Yue'er's neck, and tightened his fingers, her face suddenly became ugly.
"Bei, um——"
Her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak. Her body was easily lifted up by one of his hands, and her back was pressed against the wall. He put so much force in his hand that she couldn't breathe.
"Who told you to mind your own business?!"
He looked at her coldly, and Lin Yue'er shuddered subconsciously. The eyes of Brother Bei, whom she loved and admired the most, turned red, exuding a dangerous aura, and his handsome face turned ferocious. She was afraid
She stretched out her hands and tried to pry his hand away in panic, but he pressed harder.
“Put it, put it—”
Lin Yue'er's eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't say a word. The man she had loved for so many years in front of her turned into Satan and wanted to take her life.
In panic, Lin Yue'er glanced at the bedroom door next to her, with tears streaming down her face.
Finally, the man in front of him seemed to remember something. He glanced at the closed door of the bedroom, and a trace of annoyance appeared on his face. As soon as he let go, Lin Yue'er's body fell to the ground like broken cotton wool, and he coughed violently with his hands on the floor.
.
"Get out! Don't cough here!"
He roared, and it could be heard that his voice was deliberately suppressed. Lin Yue'er's thin body fell to the ground, her face turned purple. At this moment, she felt unprecedentedly sad.
It turned out that whether it was four years ago or four years later, she was not as good as a hair of that woman in his heart. Her throat was so sore that she felt like she would die anytime, anywhere, but he did not allow her to cough.
Even just now, if he hadn't been so worried about disturbing the woman's rest, she thought, he would really strangle her to death without hesitation.
Lin Yue'er struggled to get up with her hands on the ground, her eyes filled with tears. She hesitated, but still mustered up the courage to take a look at him. This look made her take a few steps back. Oh, in his eyes, she looked at her.