"Stop making trouble." He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and lifted Li Xia's sliding body up.
Li Xia raised his chin and said, "I'm giving someone a taste of their own medicine."
She didn't forget how he bit her yesterday.
"If you get angry, I may not be able to control myself."
Liaochen raised his eyebrows.
It was easy for him to control her.
Li Xia curled her lips and immediately behaved herself.
Don't blame her for being timid.
The hero of the world is a Buddhist only in appearance. If a fire breaks out, her fate will be like yesterday, with bones torn down and rebuilt.
With my weak arms and legs, I really couldn't withstand his torture.
"Put me down, it's not far, I can walk by myself."
The way up the mountain is much more tiring than the way down the mountain.
There was a circle of sweat on Liaochen's forehead, but he refused to put Li Xia down.
"Hide your face."
On the stone steps, men and women were coming up and down the mountain.
When Liaochen saw Li Xia raised her face, he turned his body sideways so that no one could see her face.
"You're sweating." Li Xia obediently buried her face in his arms.
"I'm not tired."
Seeing that she couldn't convince Lechen, Li Xia could only stay still as much as possible to reduce his physical strength.
"Brother Liaochen, you...eh? Look at the clothes, you look like Donor Li?" The sweeping monk touched the back of his bald head and asked in confusion: "Brother, why are you with Donor Li?"
Li Xia moved his shoulders and wanted to look up to explain to the Sweeping Monk.
Liaochen secretly stroked the back of her waist.
Li Xia's body suddenly softened into a puddle of water.
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