118 Can you stop me from doing what I want?
âBe obedient!â Ye qingge did not move, and Li beixiao finally gave up.
She looked at li beixiaoâs outstretched hand. That broad palm seemed to have magic and was so warm.
She reached out her little hand and placed it in his palm. It was a subconscious action, an action without hesitation, as if she was guided by fate.
If she had not rolled away in the morning, ye qingge would not have so many wild thoughts in her mind and would not dare to think about them ...
You canât control your thoughts and emotions. They are intertwined, deep in the bone marrow, and straight to the heart.
Li beixiaoâs fingers were slender and a little rough. He rubbed ye qinggeâs soft and white hand. It was only one action, but he was so satisfied.
He knew that no matter how strong he was, no matter how high he stood, in front of this woman, he could only give up everything and be a man, a man who wanted to pamper her.
little uncle, itâs not that you want me to get lost. Iâm planning to get lost too. Iâm happy!
Ye qingge was right. She was indeed happy. She wanted to stop pestering him.
However, she could feel the warmth of this manâs palm.
Her heart was torn apart bit by bit and suddenly filled up again. This kind of colliding feelings made her panic and afraid.
She was most afraid that someone would treat her well, just like how li beixiao told her to âbe obedient.â
Such a gentle voice was like a dose of medicine that could make oneâs illness better and come back to life.
âWhat else do you want to say? say it!â He held her hand so naturally, as if he had done it thousands of times.
âUncle, no matter what, Iâm Nanchengâs fiancée now. Why are you provoking me like this?â
âIs it wrong to like you and then attract you?â Li beixiao asked matter-of-factly, as he did not think that there was anything wrong with following his heart.
âThereâs a mistake! I heard what Mr. Huo said yesterday. Iâm not a loose woman. Which one of you did I mess with?â
Ye qingge felt aggrieved at the thought of what Huo zhongrao had said to her yesterday.
âIf big brother says anything about you in the future, donât throw a tantrum. Thatâs big brother!â
âThatâs your big brother, not mine!â
Ye qingge tried to shake off li beixiaoâs hand, but she did not.
âIf heâs my big brother, then heâs your big brother. I told you that youâll be mine sooner or later!â
Li beixiao was suppressing his anger when ye qingge and his eldest brother were so angry yesterday.
From his elder brotherâs point of view, there was nothing wrong with what he said, but he didnât know that the old man was using ye qingge to stimulate Nancheng and make him realize his true feelings.
âLittle uncle, youâre always like this. You always say everything. Have you ever asked me if Iâm willing? Youâre not the one who forces me to do anything?â
It was as if a stone was stuck in her heart, neither going up nor down, making it hard for her to breathe.
âThen, are you willing to be with me?â Li Bei laughed, and the question he asked sounded like he was teasing her.
âIâm not willing!â Her muffled and soft voice carried a hint of coquettishness.
âIf youâre not willing to even ask, then whatâs the point of asking?â
âHow can you be like this?â
âWhat?â
âLi beixiao ...â Ye qinggeâs body became weaker and weaker. Before she could finish her angry words, she fell into li beixiaoâs arms.
Ye qingge had a cold and a high fever. Li beixiao blamed himself. If he had not put on airs as a man, she would not have fallen sick.
If he had just carried her away when she was sleeping on the floor, this would not have happened.
After taking the fever and cold medicine, li beixiao used a towel to lower ye qinggeâs body temperature. Her delicate face was red and the hot air she breathed out hit li beixiaoâs hand.
âYouâre blaming yourself, right? Do you regret it? Your heart aches, right?â
Li Mumu leaned against the door and looked at her fatherâs somewhat clumsy appearance. She really found it funny.
âWhy donât you go look for your Godfather or your brother Feng?â
Li beixiao really did not want to bother with his son.
âThat wonât do. Thereâs only you and my mother left in the house. Sheâs not in her right mind. If you do anything to her, who knows? no one will stop you. That wonât do!â
Li Mumu laughed sneakily, and the words she said could not hide her teasing.
Li Mumu called her âmomâ so naturally and smoothly. Once she accepted it in her heart, she didnât need to get used to it.
âCan you stop me from doing what I want to do?â Li beixiao laughed. What was this son thinking all day?
He was so thirsty. This woman was so sick, yet he still had that kind of thought.
âThen letâs try it!â
He wasnât big, but his tone wasnât small. This was young master Li, an arrogant tyrant.
âGo to sleep!â
dad, go and cook some porridge for mom. Sheâll be hungry when she wakes up. You can cook porridge for her personally. Sheâll be better after drinking it.
âIf you donât want to do that, you should go to sleep!â
Li beixiao paused for a few seconds and replied in a deep voice.
âIt seems that my mother likes to eat sweet potato and pumpkin congee. Sick people canât eat greasy food!â
With his hands in his pockets, he left leisurely with a smile on his face.
The man who said he wouldnât do it was cooking porridge in the kitchen.
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The chefs who were waiting at the side felt their hearts in their throats. They wouldnât be able to bear the consequences if they were scalded.
Li beixiao was wearing a white t-shirt and black Casual pants. Without the solemn and dull suit, he looked like a family man.
He stirred the congee so seriously and attentively, and the scattered pumpkins and sweet potatoes rolled in the snow-white congee.
This was the first time li beixiao had entered the kitchen for a woman named ye qingge.
As expected, ye qingge woke up at one o âclock in the morning. Her fever had subsided and she was hungry.
She was sweating all over, her body was cold, and she felt weak. She looked around and found that she was lying on li beixiaoâs bed.
Li beixiao, on the other hand, had fallen asleep on the bed with a towel in his hand.
Ye qingge wanted to drink some water. She propped herself up and wanted to take the cup on the bedside table, but li beixiao was in the middle.
Her body was weak and she could not support herself, so she laid her upper body on li beixiao.
Li beixiao woke up with a start and broke out in a cold sweat.
âYou called me if you wanted to drink water, but you had to get up yourself!â Li beixiao thought that ye qingge wanted to drink water.
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He carried her and let her lean against the headboard, then took a glass of water to feed her.
âI ... Ha, little uncle ...â Her voice was hoarse and her breathing was weak.
Ye qingge was furious. She was worried about ye Wenwen and felt that she had let li Nancheng down. She did not know how to face li beixiao.
âOpen your mouth!â How could li beixiao let her drink it herself? she was so sick, yet she was still trying to be brave.
Ye qingge was really thirsty. She stopped being stubborn and opened her mouth to drink to her heartâs content.
âThank you, little uncle. Iâve caused you trouble!â
Ye qingge wasnât being pretentious. She really didnât want to cause trouble for others. She didnât like to owe others.