It was the first time she had so clearly refused him, Li Beijue's eyebrows knitted together, sweat from suppressed anger flowed over his temples. His arms braced on either side of Chi Enen, he towered above her, his voice dark and husky, "Reason."
His burning breath sprayed on her own face, her neck... Chi Enen turned away, not looking into his eyes, "I don't feel well."
"What doesn't feel well?" Li Beijue's eyebrows were furrowed enough to kill a fly, he flipped over to get up, grabbed her wrist, his falcon-like eyes full of concern, "Is it a headache again? Or is something else not right?"
"..." Inside her, she didn't feel well, as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, about to make breathing impossible.
Chi Enen's throat was severely dry, she caught his concentrated gaze, opened her mouth, and said, "I really don't want to today, can't we not do it?"
"I'm asking you where it doesn't feel well?" Li Beijue's handsome face turned dark.
