Chapter 80

Li Beichen stepped on the brake and stopped the car slowly by the side of the road.

His eyes were so cold that he took off his suit and coat and put it on her.

"You have a mania for cleanliness, no need." Yuxuan struggled and didn't cooperate.

Li Beichen's face was more heavy. His powerful hand grabbed her stubborn wrist, pressed it in the seat, wrapped it in a suit, and scolded coldly: "who gave you the courage to disobey me?"

Before she could react, she felt a cold body covering her, as if to cover her up. The body was cool, but the arms that bent over to imprison her waist were warm. The faint smell of tobacco poured over and said in a low voice, "cover it."

For the first time, I felt that this man was a gentleman.

It's just, isn't he a cleanliness freak?

However, this suit and coat will inevitably be thrown into the dustbin.

"What?" Seeing her slightly stunned, Li Beichen was a little unhappy, "still want to disobey me?"

"No, No." The cold numb fingers no longer stubbornly struggled, but buckled the warm suit coat.

The tip of his nose lingered with the faint smell of tobacco.

Like, it smells good.

Curled up with a delicate body, Yuxuan, like a poor stray dog, drilled into his Western coat.

Li Beichen glanced at her coldly. His eyes were getting colder. He pulled his hand back with a stiff face and drove the car to the city hospital.

The wiper swayed rhythmically. It was foggy all around, and the field of vision began to become narrower and narrower.

Although she was covered with a suit, inadvertently, she shivered, tired and put her body on the window, quietly, but her eyes were lax, staring at the rain washed glass.

Inexplicably, slowly spit out a sentence, not light or heavy, light, "thank you, Li Beichen."

Li Beichen was stunned.

She said that, then raised her eyes. The bottom of her eyes was filled with water vapor. Inadvertently, she showed her vulnerability without cover.

Like the pricking hedgehog, he quietly took off all his precautions and exposed the softest part to him.

Her face was not powdered because of high fever and crimson.

Almost subconsciously, he slowed down.

Li Beichen a pair of deep and indifferent eyes on her eyes. For a moment, it seemed that there was an electric current running from his heart to his limbs and bones. A trace of cold appeared in his eyes, and his thin lips were cold. It seemed that he had to maintain a trace of soberness, so that he could still have some sense in her hot eyes that melted people so quickly.

"Is it still cold?" He said faintly, reached out and turned on the warm air conditioner.

The heating in the car was full, the delicate body was swept by the warmth, and the purple lips of Yuxuan slowed down a little.

Finally, let him breathe.

Then I found that the handsome face exuded fine sweat.

damn!

It's a hot July day. He turns on the air conditioner?!

Crazy, must be crazy!

Reached out and unbuttoned his shirt.

Staring at Li Beichen quietly, Yuxuan smiled.

She didn't see Li Beichen up close, but in the dim light, his thick black eyebrows frowned tightly, and the shadow cast on Junyi's face, three-dimensional and deep. At only one glance, she was a little lost.

"Aren't you hot?"

"Why, with such a high fever, do you still have the strength to talk?"

"Oh, then I won't talk." She muttered, drooped her tired head and fell on the rain washed glass.

Her eyes were deep. I didn't know what she was thinking.

This woman, when she was ill, finally stopped being presumptuous.

If he can, he must wear off all the edges and corners of her before the century wedding!