Chapter 97 Good Boy, You Are Very Clean

The doctor tried many ways, but none of them could help Su Qianxun get rid of the fever. The little girl's delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted, and it was obvious that she was in pain. She kept mumbling, and others couldn't hear clearly, but Long Sijue knew that she was saying that she was dirty.

Long Sijue had been standing in the ward, his expressionless face was particularly scary. The doctors in the hospital, including Zifan, were helpless about Su Qianxun's condition.

When Tang Zui came, he asked about Su Qianxun's condition, and went to the bedside to take a look. He asked, "Jue, what is Su Qianxun talking about?"

"She said she was dirty." Long Sijue replied in a cold voice.

The doctors finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this gentleman speak, otherwise they would have thought that there was a beautiful ice sculpture standing here.

"You all go out first." Tang Zui ordered several people.

Everyone left the ward.

Only Long Sijue, Tang Zui and Su Qianxun were left in the ward.

Tang Zui still understands women better. He said, "Jue, Su Xiaoniu may feel that she has been defiled by that Li."

"What did you say?" Long Sijue frowned and looked at him.

"Think about it, when you went to save Su Xiaoniu yesterday, she was already tortured by the drug and couldn't recognize people. Later, when you rescued her, she almost lost her life. She didn't know who touched her at all. She thought another man touched her, so she said so."

Long Sijue looked at the little girl on the bed. Her little face was still red, her eyebrows were wrinkled in pain, and her little mouth was dry and peeling because of the fever. She looked particularly pitiful.

He suddenly remembered how she scrubbed herself desperately in the bathroom just now, and even rubbed her lower body with a bath ball like crazy, and it was bleeding, but she kept saying that it couldn't be washed clean.

At night, Su Qianxun still didn't have a fever. The doctors were a little puzzled. How could someone have a fever so stubborn?

Long Sijue had been smoking in the corridor.

Ye Gu, who had been guarding outside the door, was also feeling very anxious. He wanted to go in and see how Su Qianxun was doing, but he was not qualified.

…

When Long Sijue went in, a young nurse was wiping Su Qianxun with warm water to cool her down.

“You go out!” Long Sijue ordered.

The young nurse immediately put down the towel in her hand and left.

Long Sijue walked to the bed and picked up the towel. He clumsily wiped Su Qianxun’s face, but he hurt her with too much force. The little girl hid away unwillingly.

Long Sijue frowned slightly, threw the towel aside, stood up and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

Su Qianxun, who was in a coma, felt the weight on her body suddenly increase, her lips were bitten, and something wet was brushing her dry lips over and over again. Her eyelashes were trembling. She felt that this thing was so cold and icy, which made her feel so comfortable, so she subconsciously opened her mouth and held it.

Long Sijue felt the little girl's 'initiative', his eyes darkened a little, and he kissed her tighter.

Until the little girl was almost out of breath, his lips slowly moved to her ear.

"Good boy, you are very clean, not dirty at all, huh?"

Familiar voice, familiar breath, clear and clean with a faint smell of tobacco.

He always had a faint smell of Junying grass on his body, which was her favorite smell that could penetrate into her soul.

"That night... it was me!"

The sudden pain made Su Qianxun scream, but it was blocked the next second, and all her sobs were swallowed by the man.