Queen's favorite

Chapter 1029 Xiao Li X Fu Luo
Fu Luo was dazed and dragged to the hotel room by Xiao Li.

Xiao Li didn't know what to feel in his heart. He originally resisted indifference, but regardless of that relationship, he was ashamed of Fu Luo. What's more, if he didn't make a move in that situation, he was afraid that that person would be beaten to death by him.

Fu Luo was thrown on the bed, his back fell off the bed, he felt sudden pain, he narrowed his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

Only then did Xiao Li realize that his back must have been seriously injured.

He took off his coat, threw it directly on the sofa, walked towards the person on the bed with his legs, and raised his hands to undo the two buttons on his shirt as he walked.

Then he leaned down slightly, and unbuttoned his stolen shirt, slowly revealing his sexy muscle texture under the light.

Xiao Li frowned all the time, turned him over and pushed him over, looking at his back, which was bruised and purple, and there were old scars accumulated over the years.

"Lie down and don't move."

He said, then turned to call his assistant, who had already prepared the ointment and went upstairs after he finished the call.

Xiao Li sat on the sofa, touched the cigarette case, and immediately smoked it.

He was completely nestled on the sofa, his slender fingertips lightly holding the cigarette holder, and the young man's delicate face was hazyed by the blue smoke.

After a while, before he finished his cigarette, he heard a knock on the door. He put down the cigarette butt and opened the door. It was Fu Luo's assistant.

Xiao Li hooked his coat, "Go in and help Mr. Fu wipe the medicine, I'll go first."

Why didn't the assistant know what Fu Luo was thinking? Several times, Fu Luo secretly got himself drunk. Although he didn't say anything, he could clearly see the forbidden feelings.

Hearing this, he immediately frowned, "Master Xiao, I dare not, Mr. Fu..."

He rolled his eyeballs before he came up with a reason: "I will hit people."

Xiao Li: "What are you afraid of? At worst, wait for him to wake up and blackmail him, and the beating will not be in vain."

"Oh, Young Master Xiao, what you said is calm, he beats people very hard, not to mention Mr. Fu told me that when he is drunk, leave him alone and just let him sleep."

The assistant said tremblingly, then found a reason at random, and ran away.

Xiao Li wanted to leave, but when he heard the man behind him humming in pain, he paused, stopped there, thought for a moment, then turned around, sat next to him, and applied the ointment in his hand to his body. back.

The moment his fingers touched his back, Fu Luo's whole body was tense. Under the black pants, his long legs were placed straight on the bed, and his hair was disheveled.

How could Xiao Li not be able to feel the changes in his body, but he still painted on his own.

Suddenly, when his hand was painted like his waist, Fu Luo suddenly dodged for some reason, reached out with his long arm, and pressed Xiao Li directly on the bed, narrowing his narrow eyes.

He could feel the drunk breath on his breath.

Xiao Li frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push him.

But Fu Luo pressed him hard, his abstinent face was stained crimson, his black eyes were full of passion, he wanted to roll, and his voice was so sexy and hoarse that dripping water!
"Little Li, why do you hate me?"

He held him down, regardless of his back injury, very domineering and strong.

Xiao Li had never seen him like this before, it was like dragging an exiled immortal to hell, his body exuded a dark aura, but when he looked carefully, he was trying his best to hold back something, even a little... Pitiful.

Xiao Li twitched the corner of his lips lightly: "I don't like men!"

A very straightforward sentence, like a guillotine, was stuck in his chest, and his eyes were full of hurt, self-blame, guilt, and low self-esteem.

Where did such emotion appear in those once cold and haughty eyes?

(End of this chapter)