The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 171 Believe me

In the hotel room, as soon as Xing Lu entered the door, she went straight to the bar to get a glass of water, then tilted her head back and took the medicine.

Fang Ziming looked at her with a gloomy face: "You still don't trust me?"

Xing Lu swallowed the pills and felt much more at ease. After thinking for a while, she decided to tell the truth: "I don't want to do it again. It hurts, but it also delays my work. I bled for many days after the last operation. I had to rest at home for a while before I could go back to work."

"Stop talking!" Fang Ziming's voice changed. He walked forward quickly, stretched out his hands to wrap around her from behind, and hugged her tightly. "I will never let you go through this again. Trust me again, okay?"

"It was my own carelessness, not your fault." Xing Lu lowered her head, gently pushed his hand away, and said word by word, "Fang Ziming, from the beginning to the end, I don't think you owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything either. Can't we just live like this cleanly?"

"How can we be so clean and fresh?" Fang Ziming frowned and looked at her, wanting to pry her head open to see what she was thinking. "You were pregnant with my child, how can we be so clean and fresh?"

"Things have to be turned over." Xing Lu used a little force on her hands to loosen the arm around her waist. "Let's put it one way and put it another way. Last time was an accident. Just be careful next time."

"Just pay attention to this?" Fang Ziming loosened his arms and turned her around so that she faced him. "When you see me, the only thing you think about is contraception?"

Xing Lu smiled and said, "Of course not. Didn't you say you had some important news to tell me? Besides, with your methods, Master Fang, if you really want to sleep with me, how can I get away with it?"

"Xing Lu." Fang Ziming hugged her again, lowered his head to her ear, and said in a trembling voice, "Please, don't say such things. I won't force you..."

"Heh..." Xing Lu opened her lips slightly, her tone calm, "If we let things take their own course, we should have never met before."

"Xing Lu..." Fang Ziming stood up and stared into her eyes, as if he didn't recognize the girl in front of him. "Before...it was indeed me who let you down, but don't you have any feelings for me at all? You said you loved me more than once, have you forgotten all that?"

"I did love you, but what did I get?" Xing Lu looked at him calmly, her eyes cold and without any joy or sadness.

Seeing her attitude, Fang Ziming felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. His voice returned to its usual calmness: "Tell me, what conditions do you need to come back to me?"

Xing Lu smiled and said, "I came here just because you said so. What conditions are there to discuss? I'm not that pretentious." She looked up at the clock on the wall and said calmly, "It's not too late yet. Hurry up and do it. You'll still have time to go home and have a good sleep after you're done."

She walked around the man standing in front of her, raised her hand to unbutton her clothes, and turned to the bathroom: "Should I wash first?"

He had just taken two steps when he was pulled back and his lower back hit the water bar counter.

"Ah..." Xing Lu was hit unexpectedly and groaned in pain. She was immediately furious, "Are you sick, Fang Ziming?"

"What do you take me for? Huh?" Fang Ziming stared at her, his eyes reddened. "And what do you take yourself for? A whore that goes away after sleeping?"

"If you don't do it, I'll leave." Xing Lu didn't look at him. She stopped unbuttoning her clothes, covered her aching lower back, and muttered in a low voice, "You didn't tell me earlier. I wasted all the medicine."

"You carry this medicine with you every day?" Fang Ziming was so angry that his chest was about to explode. "You are a medical student, but you don't know that you can't take too much of this stuff? Do you want to live?"

"It's for Wen Qing. She can't get pregnant at the moment." Xing Lu smiled and spoke calmly as if she was talking about someone else's business. "You see, it's not easy to serve a financial sponsor. You have to take all aspects into consideration. It keeps me busy all day long, just for a few dollars. Are you still going to do it? If not, I'll go back and rest. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

"Do it." Fang Ziming said sarcastically, "I can't let you take the medicine for nothing, otherwise you will lose out."

"Not a loss, not a loss. It's all included in the project budget...ah," Xing Lu was about to retort when the man picked her up and carried her on his shoulders. Her stomach was hurt by his hard shoulder and back muscles. She couldn't keep her balance and her head drooped hopelessly. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt a big hand pressing on her buttocks and rubbing them hard.

"Ah!" Xing Lu completely lost her balance, with her upper body pressed against the man's back, leaving only her hands to beat his waist and back hard.

"Put me down, Fang Ziming!" She protested in a muffled voice, but in return he snorted and laughed. Then he rubbed her thigh again. She heard the man say, "It still feels so good. It's rare."

"You... Fang Ziming, you're a bastard, a pervert, a psychopath!" Xing Lu hurled all the dirty words she could think of at him, but unfortunately her posture was wrong, so her momentum was naturally weak. Moreover, she was out of breath after just a few words, and her weak breathing made it seem more like she was flirting.

"Okay. I'll let you experience what a hooligan is later." Fang Ziming carried the man into the bathroom, locked the door, and then started to strip the man's clothes without saying a word.

Xing Lu wore a suit today on purpose, and she wore stockings under her one-step skirt, which could be pulled off with one hand, which was very convenient.

Fang Ziming didn't bother to be polite with her. He unbuttoned her skirt at the waist with his hand and then pulled it down.

"Don't..." Xing Lu turned around to stop him, panting and saying, "Don't damage it, it's very expensive. Put me down and I'll take it off myself."

Fang Ziming paused for a moment, then held her waist firmly with his big hands and gently put her on the ground.

Xing Lu had been carried headfirst by him all the way. Her face was flushed and she felt a little dizzy. She took a breath and looked around the huge bathroom.

There is a huge bathtub next to the floor-to-ceiling window, with a shower room and a washbasin next to it. Bottles and jars are placed on the shelves on the wall...but there is no place to put dry clothes.

"Where should I put the clothes?" She frowned, worried. "They will get deformed if they get wet, and I need to wear them later."

"Are you sure?" The man looked at her with burning eyes, raised his hand to tuck her messy hair behind her ears, and then stroked her cheek with his fingers, "Will you wear it later?"

What was instantly awakened was muscle memory. Xing Lu suddenly felt like she was nailed to the ground, unable to move at all, and could only watch his rampant eyes linger back and forth.

"Can you..." She heard her voice trembling like a thread, and she was almost going to die in the next second.

"Okay." The man hugged her again and stroked her smooth back. His movements were as careful as his tone, as if he was touching fragile glass. "I won't let you get hurt again. Trust me."