Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 120 Don't talk about feelings, talk about marriage (1)

"Hey, let's talk about other things later."

The warm breath swept over his cheeks, Qiao Luo's body froze, and his head went blank for a moment.

The sound of water sounded, and Long Beijue took her hand and put it under the faucet.

The water flowed over the back of the hand, and the cold temperature relieved the burning on the back of the hand.

Qiao Luo came back to his senses, shrank back, and hit his chest with his back.

As if touching a hot potato, she moved forward.

"Don't move around, charge a little longer." Long Beijue leaned over and locked her waist with his long arms, preventing her from moving around.

His fingertips slid across the red spot on the back of her hand, and he frowned, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Qiao Luo, "..."

Going to the hospital for a little burn?

She's not that vulnerable yet.

She struggled to break away from his hand, bent down and was about to slip away from under his arms.

Unexpectedly, the man had sensed her intentions, and moved lightly, blocking her way.

He smiled helplessly, "Where else should I run?"

He managed to find this place, but she still wanted to run away. Is he that scary?

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Qiao Luo straightened up and looked at him indifferently, "Long Beijue, what exactly do you want to do? I told you that you are not allowed to come here again."

The corners of Long Beijue's lips curled slightly, "Then I'm not here, why don't you come with me?"

Qiao Luo frowned, pondered for a moment, and she said, "Thank you for helping me with the incident at the banquet that day, I won't take it seriously, and you don't have to..."

Long Beijue straightened his face, and his voice was deep, "Do you think I, Long Beijue, will use my feelings to help others?"

"You don't take it seriously, but I do."

Facing the determination in his eyes, Qiao Luo froze for a moment.

After being absent-minded for a few seconds, she came to her senses, avoided his sight, and said in a calm tone, "Long Beijue, we have only known each other for two months, and we don't know each other well. Maybe I just resemble you in some ways, and you may only be to me for a while." It’s just interest, not that kind of liking.”

Love is more ethereal than anything else, just like a teacher's wife, no matter how good the relationship is, it can't resist the temptation of power and interests, Ye Qi doesn't need it, and Qiao Luo doesn't need it now.

Long Beijue stared at her, caught the flash of sadness in her eyes, and couldn't help thinking of the memory of her being awakened by a nightmare that night.

He took a step forward, and Qiao Luo was about to back away habitually.

Once advancing and retreating, Qiao Luo was cornered.

There is no way behind.

In a small space, the tension is overwhelming.

Qiao Luo clenched his fists, sweat dripping from his palms.

Heck.

Even before she was reborn, she was never nervous when faced with the siege of thousands of people, but when Long Beijue approached her, not only was she nervous, even her heartbeat would speed up uncontrollably.

She was slightly annoyed, and when she was about to speak, the man's deep voice sounded above her head, "Wrong."

Qiao Luo was a little confused, and looked at him questioningly.

"That's the kind of liking I have for you, the liking that wants to take you home, the liking that wants to monopolize you." Long Beijue lowered his head, almost touching the tip of her nose, "The liking that wants to be with you all the time .”

The already very magnetic voice, with a soft tone, feels like the ears are about to become pregnant.

Not counting the banquet, Qiao Luo was at a loss for the first time when he was confessed. He froze in place, his body stiff.

"Jolo, you don't resist me, do you?" he continued.

Even if it doesn't reach the level of liking, at least he is special in her heart.

Qiao Luo's eyes opened slightly, as if she had been poked at the fact, she reflexively wanted to deny it, "No..."

Long Beijue interrupted her, with a slight smile on his lips, "Don't deny it too quickly, if you were in the hospital that day, I would be by your side while you fell asleep."

He can always point out the important points easily, as if he can see through her at a glance.

Jolo was at a loss for words.

She has never been able to fully sleep in front of anyone except her mistress.

And that night, she not only fell asleep, but also slept peacefully.

This, she cannot deny.

She no longer avoided his gaze, looked up at him, and said in a warm voice, "Long Beijue, I am not what you see now. You have chosen me now, maybe you will regret it in the future."

Long Beijue chuckled softly, "That's not it, what is that?"

He only knew that if he let her go now, he would regret it in the future.

"I'm not a pure and kind person, I've done too much killing," she said.

Long Beijue smiled nonchalantly, "That's right, don't harm others, okay?"

She got slaughtered, and so did he, so it would be good for the two of them to harm each other.

Perfect match, isn't it?

Qiao Luo looked at him with complicated eyes, "You..."

After hesitating for a moment, she prevaricates, "I don't want to talk about feelings now."

"Let's talk about marriage instead of feelings?" Long Beijue said with kindness.

Hearing this, Qiao Luo's head was billowing with thunder.

If you don't even talk about feelings, what kind of marriage are you talking about?
She said frantically, "Long Beijue, don't make trouble, I'm serious."

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm also serious. If you want to get married, we can go get the certificate now."

Qiao Luo, "..."

Seeing her anxious and helpless expression, Long Beijue faded the smile on his face.

The long arms hooked her waist, taking advantage of her undefended, easily rolled her into her arms.

When Qiao Luo realized it, he was already locked in his arms, and her face became hot.

"Long Beijue, if you try again, I won't be polite to you."

She didn't do anything, but he pushed his feet.

Hug her at every turn, has she agreed?

Not taking her threat to heart, Long Beijue locked her waist with both hands.

Lowering her head, her thin lips brushed between her brows inadvertently.

Both were stunned.

Qiao Luo froze, with no place to rest his hands, and a faint rouge oozes from his white neck like jade.

Noticing this, the smile in Long Beijue's eyes grew stronger.

He cleared his throat, "Okay, I'm not joking with you anymore, let's talk seriously."

Qiao Luo said, "Let go of me first."

"I let you go, will you listen to me slowly?"

She was at a loss for words, "I..."

"I'm not forcing you to accept me now, but don't avoid me on purpose." Long Beijue leaned closer and pressed her forehead against her, with a rare serious tone.

"Let's make a bet. If you still refuse to accept me within three months, then I will stop pestering you."

They were so close, almost zero distance, the tip of his nose was filled with the cold fragrance of his body, disturbing her mind.

Qiao Luo tilted his head back and refused without thinking, "No gambling."

"Are you afraid you'll lose the bet?" he asked.

Qiao Luo said, "The aggressive method is useless to me, so you don't need to waste your tongue."

"It's not aggressive, you're just afraid that you'll lose the bet, because you like me a little bit, don't you?" Long Beijue said in a firm tone.

This bet did no harm to her, the reason for her not agreeing was that she was afraid of losing the bet.

Cholo choked.

Touching his penetrating black eyes, she was ruthless, "Okay, just three months."

(End of this chapter)