Seeing this, Long Beijue's eyes were slightly dark.

He leaned down and squatted down, reaching out to her face.

Unexpectedly, she avoided it.

The voice of the opening was hoarse and unrestrained, and the tone was filled with a bit of prayer, "Long Beijue, would you please go out first?"

On the way back, the tormenting headache came again.

She was so familiar with this pain.

It was supposed to be an attack at the end of the month, but I didn't expect that this time it was early. Perhaps it was related to her almost losing control just now, or perhaps it was other reasons.

However, she had no time to think about it now. She didn't want him to see her like that again, and she didn't want to hurt him if she accidentally did.

Long Beijue's face changed slightly, he held her face with both hands and forced her to raise her head, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, huh?"

Qiao Luo had no time to avoid it, and his pale little face fell into his sight, touching her scarlet eyes, and Long Beijue's heart sank.

It happened again, right?

A little bit of heartache appeared in his eyes. His fingertips wiped off the thin sweat from her forehead, and his voice was hoarse, "The head hurts very much, right?"

Jolo held his hand and his voice gradually became weak, "You go out first."

Long Beijue looked at her firmly, "I'll accompany you."

He knew she was in pain, so he couldn't leave.

"Long Beijue, can you listen to me once?" Qiao Luo let go of his hand and the veins on his forehead floated out.

"Get out quickly."

Her hand holding the water cup kept tightening, as if she wanted to crush it, "You promised, listen to me."

Long Beijue's eyes reflected her pale face, and he held her trembling hand, "I can listen to you for the rest, but this matter cannot."

The pain of forced suppression came in full force, and Qiao Luo's eyes were stained with a hint of scorching color, and his hand holding the water cup could not help but tremble.

The splash of stars and water droplets wet her sleeves.

Long Beijue frowned, "Luo."

The madly painful feeling surged up again, and she drew her reason a little. Qiao Luo suddenly stood up, his fingertips slipped, and the water cup fell from his hand.

"Bang--"

The water cup smashed to the ground, alarming people outside.

Rong Tian and Tang Xin looked at each other and looked at the bedroom together.

Tang Xin said worriedly, "Is something wrong?"

"With Beijue here, there should be no problem." Rong Tian said in a lack of confidence.

It didn't seem right for Qiao Luo to look like that just now. Could it be that he had a dispute with Beijue?

Inside, glass residue scattered on the ground, shining with a cold light.

Qiao Luo picked up a piece casually. Long Beijue wanted to stop it, but he was one step slower.

"Luo, no."

Qiao Luo held the glass fragments and his voice was hoarse, "You go out, don't force me."

"Just like in the bamboo forest, let me guard you and don't push me away, okay?" Long Beijue moved his small steps and said with a soft voice.

"We're already together, we should face it together, right?"

Qiao Luo tightened his five fingers, and the sharp glass fragments cut through her hand, and the scarlet blood stinged Long Beijue's heart.

He stepped forward and Qiao Luo retreated.

"stop."

She lowered her head and said cruelly, "You go out and I'll let it go."

Long Beijue's black eyes were slightly deeper and his steps were even bigger.

He rushed to her with a quick step, holding her hand with clear joints, and his tone became a little stern, "Let go."

Qiao Luo looked up at him, his eyes full of stubbornness, "You go out first."

"You don't let go, are you?" A trace of helplessness flashed through Long Beijue's eyes, and his tone was dull, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

After the words came, he let go of his hand and turned toward the pile of glass.

Qiao Luo was stunned and realized that he had already picked up a piece of glass fragment.

"don't want."

She couldn't help but panic, threw the glass in her hand, rushed over quickly, and knocked off the glass fragments in Long Beijue's hand with blood.

"Can't you listen to me once?" Her hoarse voice was a little choked, "Why do you have to force me?"

Long Beijue reached out and pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows, "Let me accompany you."

Qiao Luo's nose felt sore, "Long Beijue."

Long Beijue responded in a warm voice, "I'm here."

"I'm going to buy you a lot of coriander." She said in a hoarse voice, restraining the madly irritable voice.

Long Beijue touched her head, "Okay."

"You have to finish all of it," she said.

Long Beijue tried to distract her from the spot and joked, "Then I'll smell of coriander all over after eating, you can't dislike me."

Qiao Luo pulled her lips, and the pain took over her head again.

The painful humming overflowed from his lips, which was very light, but it was still heard by Long Beijue.

He looked at her with heartache, "Luo."

Qiao Luo grabbed his sleeve, his eyes were red, and his anger gradually became worse, "I don't want to hurt you."

Long Beijue reached out to wipe the cold sweat from her face, and said in a brisk tone, "I'll beat you up, can you kiss me?"

Qiao Luo's eyes were slightly dimmed, and he reached out to hook his neck, pressed his slightly cool thin lips, and tossed and turned repeatedly.

The first time she took the initiative, Long Beijue couldn't be happy.

He raised his hand and grabbed the back of her head, snatching the initiative back. Qiao Luo's eyes opened slightly, feeling that his breath was plundered.

While he was not on guard, Qiao Luo pushed him away with his backhand and turned around and rushed to the bathroom not far away.

Long Beijue stabilized his body and quickly chased after him.

The sound of the locks sounded, and his face suddenly sank.

He raised his hand and slapped the door, "Luo, open the door."

The sound of water sounded inside, and Long Beijue became even more anxious, and he pulled the door handle roughly, "Luo, if you don't open the door, I'll smash the door."

The violent pain could no longer be suppressed. Qiao Luo sat in the bathtub, and the cold water gradually overwhelmed her body.

When I soaked in cold water in the middle of winter, my limbs felt frozen.

Qiao Luo plunged into the cold water, and the violent pain turned into a painful roar, "Ah--"

Outside the door, Long Beijue's heart tightened.

He didn't care about anything else, so he kicked the door.

"Bang bang--"

The noise was too loud, which attracted Rong Tian and the others.

"Beijue, what happened?"

Without permission, Rong Tian and the others did not dare to break in at will, so they could only stand at the door and be anxious.

Tang Xin shouted at the top of his throat, "Beijue, is something wrong? Why don't you open the door first?"

"Bang bang bang--"

The sound of kicking the door came one after another, and Rong Tian and Tang Xin were frightened when they heard it.

Tang Xin changed his face, "Can it start a fight?"

Rong Tian shook his head, "No."

He knew Beijue very well, and with his concern for Qiao Luo, it was absolutely impossible to attack Qiao Luo.

Suddenly, a painful roar came from inside.

Rong Tian was no longer calm and made up his mind, "No matter how much you have, go in and see the situation first." Even if he was beaten up by Beijue.

The door was not locked, so he reached out and twisted the handle and opened it.

The two hurriedly broke in.

The enigmatic scene deeply shocked them.
Chapter completed!