Fast Travel: Strategies and Counter-Strikes

Chapter 11 Unprepared
Minghua had just stepped into the shed when she suddenly stepped on a soft object, her footsteps were unsteady in an instant, and she was about to fall, so she subconsciously stretched out her hand and touched her hard and warm chest.

The handsome face blooms in front of the eyes, the man's exquisite facial features are bathed in the sun, the fair skin is almost transparent, the thin lips are red and tight, and the eyelashes are thick, projecting on the eyelids, so close, Ming Hua can even feel that he is even breath.

The other party was awakened by the movement, and he wrapped his other hand around Ming Hua's waist to prevent her from falling.

"Hmm...you are?" He half-opened his eyes, the deep and dark pupils reflected her slightly bewildered expression now.

Ming Hua recovered quickly, and she stood up quickly with her strength, only to find the man lying across the door in a strange sleeping position.

The man propped himself up halfway up, with a gentle smile on his lips, gentle and harmless, he stared at the painting in front of him, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Ming Hua remained silent and did not answer. She looked around the man for a moment, with a trace of disgust in her eyes, she turned her head and planned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute." The man staggered and chased after him, but Ming Hua didn't plan to pay him any attention at all.

"Sorry, you seem really angry."

"No."

With a cold tone, Ming Hua didn't even have the usual polite smile on her face.

"Really do not have?"

"No." She still said firmly.

"Oh, that's good." The man confirmed it solemnly, stopped chasing Ming Hua, stood where he was, and yawned lazily.

Ming Hua was calm and didn't have an attack. After walking a few steps, she was relieved to find that the man really didn't pester her.

At the same time, she was also guessing the man's identity. She subconsciously looked away quietly and looked at the situation behind her with her peripheral vision.

It didn't matter if she didn't look at it. One look gave her a new understanding.

The man lay on the grass while basking in the sun, sleeping comfortably from the look of his immobile state.

But do normal people really sleep anywhere?

Ming Hua pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she shouldn't care about this kind of thing, after a few quick steps, a light sweat broke out on her body, the summer heat worked together with the unexplained heat in her heart.

She stopped slowly.

The speed of the heart has increased...

This is not a good thing for Ming Hua, who had a medical history. Although she has experienced so many stories, she has exercised her body in advance, and now she is not as weak as she was at the beginning...

But it was like punishing her for having this ability, imposing another kind of pain on her body.

Ming Hua covered her heart with one hand, and a thin, sharp pain spread from her heart, and the last trace of blood faded from her face, turning into a terrifying paleness.

Clutching the fabric of her chest tightly, she never expected that the pain that was always on time would come without warning today.

With a muffled snort, she knelt down on the soft grass unsupported, the noise in her ears stopped for an instant, leaving only the sound of violent panting, again and again.

The vision in front of him gradually blurred, and large drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, falling from the front of his line of sight, smearing the ink in his mind.

"boom--"

Shen Jin, who was still sleeping behind him, was suddenly awakened by the slight sound of falling to the ground. He woke up again from a light sleep, and found that the cold woman just fell not far away, her body curled up into a ball, trembling faintly .

(End of this chapter)