The Queen of Gossip

He stretched out his arms and pulled her onto the bed.

His movements were as fast as a leopard, and she couldn't react at all.

"Ah—" she cried out in shock, and when she realized it, she was already bent over and restrained by him, her legs were put together and propped up.

And Luo Xichen propped up his arms, looking down at her lying on the bed, with complicated expressions in his eyes.

"... Xichen?"

"Why? Why did you come? Don't you hate me very much?" Luo Xichen stared at her quietly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Su Wanqing stared at him with wide eyes.

"Two hours ago, you hated me so much, and now you're wet like this, standing in front of my apartment pitifully, and you say—what the hell do you want?"

His questioning was loud and loud, not like it came from his throat, but more like it burst out from his heart.

"I..." Su Wanqing's eyes flickered, and she didn't dare to meet his eyes.

"What are you, talk!" Luo Xichen's voice suddenly raised an octave, "If you don't answer my question well, I'll—"

"Although my body is very uncomfortable now, my remaining strength is enough to take you to Fa-rectification on the spot. You have to think about your words carefully, and don't make me angry."

Luo Xichen's complexion was very ugly, with a trace of weakness and paleness, and there was even faint traces of blood in his ice blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xichen."

The failure to overcome Mechelle's pressure was because she was not strong enough.

Su Wanqing didn't explain, but just apologized.

"Tell me, what should I do to make you feel at ease!"

His face was not angry or troubled, but his expression told her that he was really hurt.

"I've tried my best to avoid contact with Mechelle. I put all my thoughts on you and my career. Isn't that enough?"

Having said this, the muscles on Luo Xichen's face suddenly convulsed, he rolled over to the other side of the bed, his body arched like a shrimp, his hands covered his abdomen, and he moaned in pain.

"Xichen! What's wrong with you?"

Seeing him like that, Su Wanqing's face turned pale, and she cried out in shock.

She sat up, got off the bed with bare feet anxiously, squatted down to his side, put her little hand on his sweaty forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "You have a stomachache again, don't you? Where's the medicine? Where is the medicine?"

Luo Xichen looked at her with painful eyes, his thin frosty lips parted slightly, and the words he spoke were extremely light and light.

"The desk... the second drawer..."

Su Wanqing ran over in a hurry, her hands were shaking as she searched the drawer, and finally found a bottle of commonly used medicine for stomach pain at the corner.

She poured a glass of warm water, poured out two pills, and handed them to Luo Xichen's mouth.

"Slow...slower."

After watching him bend over the medicine, his hands still trembled uncontrollably, and a huge sense of fear came to his heart.

Because it is a painkiller, the drug works very quickly. Within a few minutes, the colic stopped, and Luo Xichen returned to normal, but he was half lying down, and his whole body seemed weak and anxious.

"How did you get stomach bleeding?" Su Wanqing sat beside him, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a wet towel.

Luo Xichen looked at her, with a helpless smile on his lips: "I've been too busy at work these days, and I always forget to eat on time. The doctor said it's a minor problem, it's okay."