Shanel felt the aura emanating from his whole body...

His beast-like eyes stared at her crazily.

Almost in the next second, he would kiss her lips fiercely and tear off her clothes.

Chanel's hand clenched unconsciously, and after waiting for a while, the kiss did not fall, and Su Shijie's breath left.

Chanel took a deep breath. She felt that she was like a prisoner waiting for death. She knew she would die sooner or later, but she hoped that the knife would come down as soon as possible, so that her heart would not be so tangled, uncomfortable, and about to explode.

But Su Shijie didn't make the move.

He picked up the medical kit, sat down on the footrest, held her hand, and cut the gauze on her palm.

Su Shijie's breathing was heavy, and every breath was dragged.

Every time he felt desire, it was just like this, his pupils dilating like an animal.

The atmosphere around her was very emotional and ambiguous, but he had no intention of attacking her.

Chanel felt that this was torture. She felt at any moment that he might pounce on him in the next second, and she was ready to die, but he refused to do so.

"Is Mr. Su injured?" Chanel asked straight to the point.

"Injuried?"

"I hurt you."

Su Shijie held her little hand with his big hand, applied the ointment coolly, squinted and smiled: "You mean the wound on my head? How many stitches were stitched, want to see?"

This woman finally knows how to care about him!

"No," Chanel said with a stiff smile, "I said where you are."

Su Shijie frowned and paused for a few seconds to remember the look she had just looked at him before he reacted.

His evil thoughts came out again: "Xin'er, did I hear you correctly? Are you concerned about your sexual well-being?"

Chanel's face turned wider, she gritted her teeth and said, "Today is my ovulation period."

"..."

"Su Shijie, do you understand, today is my ovulation period!" she shouted repeatedly.

Su Shijie paused while wrapping gauze on her, his Adam's apple rising and falling and asked, "So?"

"I want a child."

She almost cried out these words.

Su Shijie's movements completely froze, his deep and heavy eyes fixed on Chanel, and the delicious sheep was right in front of his lips.

Chanel felt that all her courage was used up at this moment. She hated Su Shijie looking at her so nakedly, hated the charming atmosphere in the air, and hated the treatment she would have to endure next.

She didn't want to give herself any way to turn back.

The corners of Chanel's eyes became even more wet, she opened her eyes suddenly and sat up from the rocking chair.

"Stop looking!" she shouted angrily, staring at Su Shijie, "Am I looking like a fool now?"

"Xin'er, I thought I heard wrong." His voice was as low as a cello.

One hand touched her chin, rubbing her skin erotically.

Chanel opened her chin: "You heard me right, I want you to give me a child...just tonight."

Her cheeks were burning with shame and anger.

Unable to face his piercing gaze, she suddenly grabbed a bottle of medicinal wine.

The spicy and bitter taste poured into her mouth...

She didn't know whether she was choked or taking the opportunity to shed sad tears.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of her beautiful eyes. She pressed her lips with the back of her hand and coughed vigorously.
Chapter completed!