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Chapter 242 A Cold Is Not a Terminal Illness

Unexpectedly, he didn't mention anything about his meeting with Fu Shaochen, and made such an unreasonable and childish request.

It seems to say, look, someone is sick, and now he is too weak to take care of himself, good sister, you can help him!

Thinking of his coquettish appearance, Li Luowan couldn't help laughing out loud, but the man's face was terrified, and he asked in a displeased voice, "What are you laughing at?"

"No..." Li Luowan looked up at him guiltily, but looked into a pair of deep pools, in which unexplainable emotions were surging.

This man seldom looked at her with this kind of eyes. He kept his secrets and rarely revealed his true inner thoughts.

I don't know if it's because of his fever, but Li Luowan felt the air on his face getting hotter——

And his breath just sprayed on her nose, she blushed, and said: "You don't look like you can't take care of yourself, I'll go out first."

After making an excuse, she hurriedly got up, turned around, and wanted to run away.

Su Ruihan's expression turned cold, remembering that she had been alone with Fu Shaochen just now, she immediately overturned the old vinegar: "You despise me so much? What did you and Fu Shaochen do in the middle of the night, alone and widowed? Just because I don't ask, doesn't mean I don't mind, and it doesn't mean it can be treated as if it never happened."

Li Luowan looked at him calmly, she had no intention of hiding it, and it was nothing shameful.

But just now, she was just making excuses just to perfuse him. She had already packed the clothes and didn't have time to wash them, but seeing his attitude turned bad, she angrily stopped him: "I won't tell you!"

Su Ruihan smiled coldly, and while unbuttoning her shirt on her own, she cornered her and asked slyly, "Don't tell me, I will have a way to verify it."

"You have a fever. Are you confused? What do you want to do?"

He stubbornly pushed her body into a corner, gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "What do you think!"

Perhaps because of a cold, his voice was low and hoarse.

The behavior at this time is more like a child who can't eat candy, a bit unreasonable!
At the beginning, he didn't say anything, but it didn't mean that there was no anger in his heart.

When his face became more and more ugly, Li Luowan couldn't be calm, and protested falteringly: "No...don't come here, you still have a cold and it will be contagious."

Su Ruihan was unmoved, he simply dragged her into the bathtub...

Li Luowan fell back into the water first, but because the bathtub was big enough, she didn't bump into it.

Su Ruihan stared at her panicked face, and said after a while: "I have a cold, but I am not terminally ill, so don't worry, I still have the strength to clean you up!"

"..." Not feeling well, still thinking about torturing others, what a heinous bastard.

Li Luowan didn't dare to confront him head-on, fearing that if he was serious, he would go to the production set tomorrow, and people would inevitably make irresponsible remarks.

She struggled intermittently: "Get out of the way..."

"Okay, I'll let you go later."

Men say so, but they don't actually act like that.

Li Luowan couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart, but he couldn't help him at all!

She could even clearly feel that he was so powerful, like a lion ready to go, waiting for an opportunity to tear her into pieces.

(End of this chapter)