Can Master Zhan Stop Being So Flirty?
When the car stopped, a long body came down from the car. Wearing a black knee-length trench coat, he looked languid and careless as before, but a cold air exuded from deep within his bones, treacherous and scary.
By the side of the street, the girl’s figure was like a ruined and withered flower, and his eyes turned red when he saw her bloodstained body.
He went over and picked her up.
She had already fainted.
But when he picked her up, her lips seemed to move slightly.
He frowned and went close to hear.
It was…
“… F*ck.”
The corners of Rong Zhan’s eyes twitched slightly. “…”
How angry was she? She didn’t forget to curse even in her unconscious state.
He stroked her beautiful but extremely pale face and said with little emotion, “You only have this ability to scold people? Why, did I not f*ck you enough that night?”
Although he said it like that, there was a trace of coldness in his long and narrow eyes as he looked at the wounds on her body.
Especially when he looked at the villa she came out of in the distance, he suddenly smiled, looking eerie and gloomy.
Those fools!
How dare they touch his woman? They were in no position to do that!
When Sang Xia woke up again, her first impression was that she felt tense and breathless. She then looked down and saw that she was wrapped like a mummy. She was stunned for a moment before regaining her senses.
She was beaten up previously.
Someone had saved her.
But, wasn’t she supposed to be in the hospital?
What was going on?
Sunlight shone through the French window, half of which was blocked by the curtain as it fell into the shadows.
And there was a man standing in the shadows.
The man was smoking by the window, the lighter lit up with a small blue flame. His slender and long fingers were drawing near the flame, and there was a hazy red light between the gaps of his fingers, as if it was the faint light at sunrise.
Sang Xia was stunned.
After she realized who it was, her breath tightened and became slightly rapid and disordered.
It was really scary.
She had just glanced at that vague figure, but she knew who it was.
He was really like a bad penny.
He leaned against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers. The light was bright and she could not see his expression, but it set off some mysterious and charming air from him.
“You’re awake?”
He glanced over with dark and lazy eyes, with a kind of huskiness to his voice form the smoking.
Sang Xia had not moved at all, but he was sharp and felt it.
Although Sang Xia did not want to talk to him, she knew that she could not pretend anymore and turned her head to look at him.
At this moment.
Sang Xia was a little embarrassed.
In the face of a person who had humiliated her, embarrassed her and occupied her body, she was disgusted and resentful, and he was watching at will at her most miserable state.
She would rather be left by the roadside, being soaked and homeless than being saved by him.
There was a complex look in Rong Zhan’s eyes.
He stubbed his cigarette and approached her, trying to say something, but Sang Xia suddenly spoke, “Rong Zhan, I know you want to toy with me, thinking that I played with your friend’s feelings and want to take revenge on me, but…”
She paused and her fingers curled. This small movement exposed her uneasiness and guardedness towards him. She then said slowly, “But I’m afraid my body will not be up to it during this period, so can you…”
She did not need to say more.
They were both clear.
It was not that she was not worried about Rong Zhan’s devilish nature.
She had to make it clear to him now. If he wanted to do it, he would not care whether she was hurt or not.
Rong Zhan listened to her, his eyes narrowed slightly and a faint smile on his lips. It seemed cold, but Sang Xia did not see it.
“Can I what?”
Sang Xia held her breath.
He knew it clearly.
“Can I not… f*ck you?” He gave an evil laugh and deliberately used these bare words to provoke her.