Chapter 49: Throw away after use?

When Xia Yizhi saw Jiang Jingxing's face, his legs immediately weakened. He decisively retracted his gaze and looked at Li Qinghe seriously, "I wish you all a pleasant night."

Then, smoke appeared from under his feet and he disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly, they were the only two people left in the small room.

In the bright room, the curtains were drawn up. A lovely girl was sitting on the clean white bed, with a blush on her face and her soft lips bitten gently.

Charming and seductive.

Li Qinghe felt a little uncomfortable and gently pushed Jiang Jingxing's hand away, "I can do it myself."

Jiang Jingxing remained silent, his stern eyes fixed on the red marks on her legs, his tone indescribably cold, "Can't you not take a picture?"

If I had known this drama would be so troublesome, I should not have given it to her.

Li Qinghe froze, and the charming feeling in her heart disappeared instantly. "No. I'm not that delicate."

As she was about to reach out to grab the ointment in Jiang Jingxing's hand, she was glanced at by him. Li Qinghe had no choice but to do nothing.

Jiang Jingxing half-knelt in front of her, pulled her shorts up a little, and stared at Li Qinghe's white and slender thighs with his dark and deep eyes.

A little...shameful.

Li Qinghe's ears turned red. No matter how calm she was, she was just a little girl.

But now, her eyes were filled with tears and although her face still looked cold and indifferent, her red ears betrayed her true feelings.

Normally, Jiang Jingxing would have lost control of himself when he saw Li Qinghe like this. But now, his eyes were completely attracted by the red marks on Li Qinghe's legs.

I was so heartbroken that I couldn't think of anything else.

She is so delicate and tender, yet she has to endure this pain.

Li Qinghemu never cried out in pain. Even when he was injured for Li Qingyun, he gritted his teeth and didn't show any pain.

After squeezing out the ointment, Jiang Jingxing thought it was too troublesome to discard the cotton swab, so after washing his hands, he directly applied the ointment on Li Qinghe's thigh.

Then, gently push the ointment with your warm palms.

The skin under his palm felt like it was on fire and felt great. Touching it gently, Jiang Jingxing did not dare to use too much force for fear of hurting Li Qinghe.

Jiang Jingxing was half squatting, with Li Qinghe right in front of him. After being away for too long, he could still smell the faint fragrance of Li Qinghe.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous. In July, Li Qinghe could feel the temperature in the room rising.

Then, the pair of slender hands seemed to change their meaning. They gently passed by and touched tentatively.

Li Qinghe's body was extremely sensitive, and Jiang Jingxing's touch on her was the kind of touch that only men and women would use when they were in love. For a moment, her body could not stand the touch.

Li Qinghe lowered his voice and pulled back, "Okay, you can let go now."

"Don't be in a hurry." The man's voice had obviously changed its meaning. The moment he raised his eyes, Li Qinghe clearly saw the bottomless desire in his eyes.

His heart trembled. Even with Jiang Jingxing's assurance, Li Qinghe still felt a little scared.

The finger continued to stroke her skin, and finally the fingertip touched the already faint scar, whispering, "You really make me worry."

Li Qinghe lowered her eyebrows, feeling angry and annoyed, and wanted to kick him. But Jiang Jingxing seemed to have expected this, and he firmly grasped her little foot and said coldly, "Are you still making trouble?"

Li Qinghe was really amused by him at this moment. She pushed Jiang Jingxing away mercilessly, pulled the quilt beside her, covered her thighs with it, and began to chase him away, "Boss Jiang, it's late, you should go to bed."

Jiang Jingxing was afraid that she would get hurt, so he didn't dare to use too much strength. In such a moment of distraction, he let her slip away from his control.

In just a moment, Li Qinghe had wrapped herself tightly and looked at him warily.

He really has no conscience.

Jiang Jingxing's mouth curled slightly, looking down at the cute girl in front of him, "My boss came all the way to apply medicine for you, and then throw it away after use?"

If the current scene was not inappropriate, Li Qinghe really wanted to laugh at him. Apart from other things, just these words sounded like a resentful woman who had been abandoned, which was too inconsistent with his tall and cold image of President Jiang.

After thinking for a while, Li Qinghe softened her voice, as if to coax the man in front of her, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jiang. You've been traveling so long, it's better for you to have a good rest tonight."

"Are you injured anywhere else?" Jiang Jingxing looked at her with lowered eyebrows. If he hadn't been worried about Li Qinghe getting angry, he would have stripped her naked and examined her thoroughly.

Li Qinghe hesitated for a few seconds. The red mark on his waist was not serious and it would be fine without applying medicine, so he shook his head and said, "No more."

Jiang Jingxing didn't believe it. He had seen wire ropes before, and they had to be wrapped around the waist.

He pinned her to the bed, and gently lifted her skirt with his fingers, revealing only a small section of her waist. It was slender and fair.

Jiang Jingxing's eyes seemed to contain fire, burning and compelling.

"I'll do it myself." Li Qinghe said softly.

Jiang Jingxing ignored her struggle, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his lust before he applied the medicine to her quickly.

As soon as the medicine was applied, Jiang Jingxing immediately pulled off her clothes.

Every presence of Li Qinghe is a great temptation to Jiang Jingxing. If he continues to watch, he cannot guarantee whether he can fulfill his promise to Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jiang Jingxing finally applied the medicine to her and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

But within two minutes, Jiang Jingxing came out of the bathroom, with water droplets on his face, probably because he washed his face.

"Qinghe." His voice sounded somewhat dangerous. "Now let's settle the accounts."

The man in front of me had short, slightly wet hair that stuck to his forehead. His eyes were bottomless and blazing.

Li Qinghe subconsciously moved back a little and looked up at him, "What?"

Jiang Jingxing looked at her sullenly and listed her "crimes" one by one. "Guest appearance in Ning Er's crew?"

So that's what happened.

Li Qinghe opened his mouth and was about to answer, but he heard Jiang Jingxing continue, "She was very close to the male actors in your crew?"

Feeling somewhat helpless, she thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just jealousy between men.

Li Qinghe yawned slightly and began to hurry up, saying perfunctorily, "Yeah, it's late, I'm going to sleep."

She was really sleepy, and tomorrow's filming was an early morning scene.

Jiang Jingxing didn't get an answer. The woman in front of him quickly got on the bed and wrapped herself up like a cocoon.

In summer, air conditioning and quilt are the most enjoyable.

Not only that, Li Qinghe seemed to be deliberately provoking Jiang Jingxing and waved at him, "Please turn off the lights and close the door when you leave, Mr. Jiang. Thank you."