The Favored Heiress
Chapter 353: Qiaoqiao, My Heart Aches

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Qiaoqiao, My Heart Aches

But before Li Qiao could turn around, her wrist was seized by the scorching palm of the man. With a gentle tug, she was pulled back to him.

Caught off guard, Li Qiao fell against his body, and immediately, his strong scent filled her nostrils.

Shang Yu was still half-leaning against the head of the bed, his fingers tightened around her, saying nothing, just gazing at her with those deep, dark red eyes.

Li Qiao’s eyes filled with resentment, her finger pressing against his chest, her tone cooled a few degrees, "Let go first, I’ll go get the medicine box."

He had been drinking, and he was injured; Li Qiao didn’t want to reason with him at this time.

"No need," the man said slowly in a low voice, affected by the alcohol, his handsome face was tinged with a slight redness, and his slightly drooping eyes revealed a trace of languid sorrow.

Looking at his face, all of Li Qiao’s emotions receded like a tide.

She turned her eyes away, biting her lip corner, "Now is not the time to be temperamental, I... ah!"

Before her words could finish, Shang Yu’s arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto the bed.

A dizzying moment later, their positions greatly changed.

He was on top, she was underneath.

The man’s arm was braced beside her, his hands cradling her cheeks, looking down at her, his hoarse voice full of helplessness and heartache, "When will you ever learn to take care of yourself?"

He had drunk too much, yet he wasn’t drunk.

Shang Yu’s thumb slowly caressed her neck, his broken hair covering his brows, then he leaned down, cool lips landing on her throat.

His kisses were gentle, his palm pressed against her face, his voice murmuring in her ear, "Qiaoqiao, don’t get hurt again... it hurts me."

If he hadn’t drunk alcohol, he probably would never have said such things.

If she hadn’t been hurt again and again, Shang Yu wouldn’t have been so forbearing, nor would he have lost control and gone to hurt Wen Shi and Shang Fu.

No matter how slight her injuries were, even a trace was unacceptable.

Because he was someone who struggled back from the brink of death over and over, it was not easy to survive until today, and it took so much luck to meet Li Qiao.

This bright, beautiful, and lovely girl, he wanted to treasure her, to protect her with his life.

So, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt in any way.

At this moment, Li Qiao lay on the bed, her eyes slightly moist.

She had never seen the overbearing and obsessive Shang Yu hold her and ask with a plea in his voice not to get hurt again.

The pride of the man before her was known to all who saw him.

Li Qiao had understood from the beginning, even though each time she saw him lose control because she was hurt, even though she had promised many times that it wouldn’t happen again, but in truth... she had never cared.

Not that she didn’t care about him, but that she was accustomed to being injured.

On the border, she had suffered countless injuries, and nobody had ever said to her—could you please take better care of yourself.

Li Qiao’s nose felt sour, her lips pursed as she wrapped her arms around Shang Yu’s shoulders.

She buried her face in his shoulder, imitating his actions, gently kissing his Adam’s apple.

Afterward, everything probably just followed naturally.

Shang Yu pulled her hand down below, his low voice asking in her ear, "Are you willing?"

Li Qiao still hid her face, her fingers curled, her cheeks flushed, she didn’t make a sound but nodded her head.

The man picked her up and went to the bathroom, where under the shower, they washed away the blood, the fatigue, and the complex emotions of the day.

As the moon rose over the willow tips, beside the bed in the master bedroom, Shang Yu kissed the tears at the corner of her eyes, saying with emotion, "Qiaoqiao, call me..."

She breathed softly, grasping his shoulder, whispering softly, "Shaoyan..."