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Chapter 1153 You Hate Me Too?
When everyone was not paying attention, Ah Biao slipped into the bedroom quietly.

The bedroom with all the curtains drawn was dark. He looked around and saw Shu Yacheng sitting in front of the mirror, weeping silently.

In the mirror, she had dried blood on her cheeks, her eyes were red, and she had no breath of life.

This kind of her is so fragile that it makes people feel distressed, and she wants to hold it in the palm of her hand and take care of her carefully.

A Biao walked to her side and asked in a low voice, "Where's the medicine box?"

Shu Yacheng rolled his black eyes in a trance, and slowly turned to look at him, "What are you doing here?"

At this time, Ah Biao just saw the medicine box, walked over to pick it up, closed his lips, and opened the medicine box in silence.

"The inflammation should be sterilized first." He said to himself, got wet wipes, looked at her face seriously, and carefully wiped off the blood on the wound.

Shu Yacheng was taken aback for a moment, then pushed him away with both hands, and said indifferently, "What are you doing here? Who made you come so close to me?"

Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Ah Biao pursed his lips and said very softly, "First apply some anti-inflammatory water to prevent infection."

"..." Seeing that he deliberately did not answer her words, Shu Yacheng couldn't help but frowned.

Ah Biao ignored her anger and began to rub anti-inflammatory water on her wound. His movements were a bit clumsy, but his eyes were very focused and serious.

Shu Yacheng suddenly thought that Nangong Han's expression was also like this when Su Qiyue was injured, focused and serious.

She couldn't help feeling angry in her heart, and the hot anger hit like a tsunami.

"Go away." She pushed A Biao hard.

"Ah..." Frantically, she swept the items on the table with both hands.

With red eyes, panting heavily, tears fell drop by drop, "Why, I love him so much, why does he only have the most Qiyue in his eyes?"

She hated, wished she could kill Zu Qiyue with her own hands, wished she had a good death.

Seeing her like this, A Biao's eyes were slightly sad, and he didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Shu Yacheng panted heavily, suddenly, frowned slightly, raised his head, and stared straight at A Biao.

"...Last night, it was so difficult to keep you, why did you send it up by yourself today?"

"..." Ah Biao saw the charming breath flashing in her eyes, his cheeks blushed involuntarily, he hurriedly lowered his head, not looking at her.

Shu Yacheng pursed his lips and sneered sinisterly. From the looks of it, he was really an innocent little man.

Thinking about it, Shu Yacheng stood up unhurriedly and walked towards A Biao.

A Biao felt her breath approaching, the heart in his chest was beating fast, and there was a feeling of panic.

"...A Biao."

When she came in front of him, her hands naturally wrapped around Ah Biao's neck, her voice was soft and numb.

A Biao's eyes were confused, and he didn't dare to fall on her face.

"Look at me, don't you hate me too?"

Shu Yacheng stretched out his hand to straighten his head, his long curly black eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were full of naked seduction.

A Biao only felt that the breath in his body was getting hotter and hotter, and he swallowed uncomfortablely.

"Do you like me?" Shu Yacheng saw the burning sensation in his eyes, and asked coquettishly.

A trace of shyness immediately appeared in A Biao's eyes, his face was slightly flushed, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't say anything, only feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"Ah Biao,~~Could it be, last night was your first time, right?"

Shu Yacheng asked him with innocence flashing with watery eyes.

Uh.

Being easily said, A Biao only felt a moment of embarrassment, and even suddenly felt that she was laughing at him, so he struggled to push her away.

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