CHAPTER 933: CHAPTER 933: I LOVE YOU

Yin Mo looked unreservedly at his trembling legs, pursed her lips, and tentatively asked, "Do you need help going back?"

He Chen glanced at her, initially wanting to refuse, but his body reacted faster than his brain, raising an arm directly, "Come here!"

Yin Mo obediently turned back. Before her hand could touch He Chen’s arm, she felt a blur before her eyes, and her shoulder was instantly weighed down.

He Chen rested on her shoulder, with most of his weight leaning on Yin Mo, a teasing, cold smile hanging on his lips, "Why aren’t you moving?"

Yin Mo took a deep breath, grabbed his wrist from over her shoulder, and turned her head; the tips of their noses barely brushed against each other.

He Chen’s eyes darkened slightly, his gaze uncontrollably falling on her lips.

A small rhombus-shaped mouth, the lip line clear, addicting just to look at.

Yin Mo quickly turned her face away, struggling to step forward, "The injury is so serious, should we go to the hospital?"

He Chen’s breathing hitched, staring at her gloomily, "What’s in your head?"

Yin Mo, thinking of other things, instinctively replied upon hearing, "Brain matter."

He Chen: "..."

...

Upstairs, in the suite.

Luoyu and Liuyun stood guard outside the door, occasionally exchanging glances, seemingly having a telepathic conversation.

Inside the room, Shang Yu stretched his arms, leaning back on the sofa, his tilted posture revealing a sharply defined Adam’s apple.

Li Qiao took out medical alcohol and iodophor from the medicine box, turned around, and walked to the man, motioning to unbutton his shirt.

Shang Yu lifted his eyelids slowly, pressing her hand against his chest.

Li Qiao looked at him, her gaze clear and calm, "What’s the matter?"

The man examined her expression closely at a short distance, his hot palm tightly pressing against the back of her hand, "What did Dad say to you?"

Any of Li Qiao’s changes couldn’t escape Shang Yu’s keen perception.

Not to mention, he was a man sharp to the core.

Li Qiao sat sideways, her voice light, but a hint of slyness in her eyes, "He said, let you listen to me in everything."

Shang Yu’s dark eyes, seemingly bottomless, lightly rippled, "He doesn’t need to say that."

"Then will you listen?" Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, even though she already knew the answer, she still looked at the man with slightly burning eyes, waiting for him to respond himself.

Shang Yu grabbed her finger, leaned down, and heavily kissed her lips, then murmured hoarsely against the corner of her mouth, "Whatever you say, I’ll listen."

Li Qiao’s heart softened, rubbed her forehead against his, "Dad also said, if you’re not feeling well, you should take medicine."

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled abruptly halted, appearing hesitant, appearing bewildered, within the short few seconds seemed countless emotions swept through his brows and eyes.

After a while, Li Qiao heard him say in compromise, "Okay, then I’ll take medicine."

Li Qiao’s expression turned overcast to clear, leaned in and pecked his face, "Let go, I’ll apply the medicine for you."

Her eyes were filled with a smile, restored to the unique liveliness and charm she had in front of him.

Shang Yu’s thin lips tightened then loosened, several times back and forth, apparently hesitant to speak.

Li Qiao was unbuttoning his shirt, with no longer the clothes to cover, she found that man’s injuries were severe.

Not only was there bruising on the chest, but the abs were even worse.

Li Qiao’s gaze turned cold, lightly touching with her fingertips, the feel of muscle still firm, but the bruises very obtrusive.

"Why fight?"

Li Qiao took medical alcohol, poured it into her hands, and after warming it, gently massaged his injured muscles.

Shang Yu looked down at her actions, a faint smile playing on his thin lips, "Out of boredom."

"Did you hold back?" Li Qiao met his gaze, thinking of He Chen’s boxing power value and the pain of that smashing into flesh, an ordinary person probably couldn’t withstand even one punch.

Shang Yu noticed her expression remained unchanged, ran a hand through her hair comfortingly, "No."

Li Qiao’s tightly pursed lips relaxed a bit, "Does it hurt?"

"A little." The man seemed to be feigning weakness, his handsome face also covered with a thin smile, "Do you want to take medicine?"

Li Qiao smirked without really smiling, lightly patted his abs, "Who willingly takes medicine?"

A gentle pat, yet Shang Yu’s throat emitted a muffled groan.

Li Qiao’s gaze hesitated, quickly lowering her head, "Did I hurt you?"

She hadn’t used much force.

Shang Yu just looked at Li Qiao’s worried brows and eyes filled with tension, she still loved him, still cared about him, even heartache more than anyone else.

This realization clearly passed through his mind, filling his chest with an indescribable thrill and satisfaction.

Everything he wanted, she had it all.

Shang Yu scooped Li Qiao into his arms, pulling her wrist around to his back, bowed his head and murmured into her ear, "I love you."

Li Qiao shivered, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body, her heartbeat faintly accelerating.

He had said many sweet words and had said he loved her.

But expressing his heart so plainly with the three words ’I love you,’ this was the first time.

In moments of intimacy, he often whispered love in her ear, but sensory impulses and stimuli often overshadow the mental longing.

Especially since their hearts were intertwined, many words went without saying because they already loved passionately and deeply enough.

But Li Qiao, no matter how mature, was just a twenty-two-year-old girl, her understanding and perception of love, all came from Shang Yu.

She hadn’t expected these words, finding them somewhat pretentious.

Listening to them at this moment though, Li Qiao still felt a sense of fulfillment and achievement in life.

Li Qiao remained silent in Shang Yu’s arms for a long time, feeling his body temperature rising, even the rhythm of his breathing becoming heavy and prolonged.

The room was quiet, yet couldn’t stop certain emotions from fermenting.

Li Qiao’s fingertips still lingered on his abdomen, the feel of the even abs was excellent, sexy and full of strength.

Her hand continued to cause mischief, the man’s pupils also becoming increasingly dark and deep.

Before long, Li Qiao slid down from his body.

Shang Yu thought she was going to continue massaging his injured area, but found Li Qiao’s hand opening his belt.

"Qiaoqiao..." the man’s voice was husky beyond recognition, wanting to stop her but didn’t move for a long time.

In matters of intimacy, he always took the leading role, Li Qiao never refused, also seldom overly proactive.

Just like this moment.

Li Qiao pursed her lips without speaking, unbuckled his belt, again seriously observing his injuries.

The air was filled with the subtle scent of hormones.

Li Qiao was yet to finish unbuckling his belt when Shang Yu held her wrist and pulled her up.

Before she could speak, the man carried her towards the bathroom.

Although his steps were unsteady, he could still carry her; Li Qiao thought... He Chen lost, and miserably.

After all, how could a man who couldn’t even stand compare to Shang Yu carrying her?

Before long, the sound of water echoed in the bathroom, steam rising.

In the pattering of the shower, mixed with the man’s restrained yet repressed low groans.

Li Qiao wasn’t overly reserved, at most somewhat awkward and shy.

Because he was Shang Yu, there was nothing she couldn’t do.