I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

The air froze instantly.

The chirping of cicadas, the vague voices of people in the distance, and even the rustling of wind through leaves were all taken away at this moment, leaving only the close confrontation between the two people.

Jiang Huashan twisted her wrist, closing the flower fan. A flash of astonishment passed across her bright face, as swift as a dragonfly skimming the water, almost imperceptible. The next second, her red lips curved, and with her usual flirtatious demeanor, she tilted her head and waved at Zhou Yanheng.

"Are you looking for Zhizhi? She... just passed by here. If you turn around hard now, maybe you can catch up with her?"

Zhou Yanheng raised his eyelids and looked at her indifferently.

Jiang Huashan spread his hands and said with a forced smile, "There's nothing I can do if I can't catch up. I won't push you over."

After saying that, he spread out his fan and walked past Zhou Yanheng with a leisurely look on his face.

When the two were walking side by side, Zhou Yanheng turned his wheelchair sideways and lazily stretched out a leg to block Jiang Huashan's way.

Jiang Huashan paused, and the smile on the corner of her mouth froze instantly. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Yanheng expressionlessly.

Zhou Yanheng was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown with his shirt collar casually open, revealing a small part of his neck wrapped in white gauze. Combined with the wounds on his face, one could tell how exciting the assassination was just by thinking about it.

He slowly raised his eyes and said in a normal tone, "Why are you here? To see Yao Ge? Where's Shen Guiling? Why isn't he here?"

Jiang Huashan turned around and looked him in the face. "Zhou Yanheng, did the doctor tell you that you can't stretch your leg with the plate inserted? Because..."

Zhou Yanheng's eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition. He was about to retract his legs, but it was too late.

Jiang Huashan did not play by the rules at all. She grabbed his leg, turned 180 degrees on the spot, and pushed his leg out of the flower stand with the car.

Zhou Yanheng held on to the handrails tightly. He tried to stretch his legs and struggle, but his leg injury had just healed a little. If he pulled it out forcibly, he would probably have to undergo another surgery.

Helplessly, he could only close his eyes and said, "Jiang Huashan, stop right there!"

“I can’t stop.”

Jiang Huashan used that leg as a fulcrum and pushed Zhou Yanheng all the way like a handcart.

"..."

Seeing her so crazy, Zhou Yanheng couldn't help but regret having deliberately sent Guan He and the bodyguard away.

"Where are you pushing me?"

Jiang Huashan remained silent, panting heavily, and didn't let go of Zhou Yanheng's legs until they turned into the green belt. Without waiting for Zhou Yanheng to react, she stretched out her leg and kicked the wheelchair over, causing Zhou Yanheng to fall to the ground with the wheelchair.

Zhou Yanheng gasped in pain. During this period, the Zhou family treated him like an emperor. Jiang Huashan's kick not only cost him half a month's rest, but also made him dream back to the night of the assassination.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Huashan looked at Zhou Yanheng, who was hunched over like a shrimp, and squatted down with an innocent look on his face. "It's right that it hurts, because that's what I want you to feel."

Zhou Yanheng's body trembled slightly, he whimpered and slowly moved his arms. He seemed to want to raise his hand, but for some reason he couldn't muster the strength.

Jiang Huashan remembered that Shen Guiling once said that he had pierced Zhou Yanheng's limbs. It seemed that this bastard couldn't even get up now.

She snorted coldly and stepped on Zhou Yanheng's palm. "You bad boy! If you dare to block me again next time, it won't just be painful."

Zhou Yanheng raised his eyes, and the hand that was stepped on suddenly wrapped around Jiang Huashan's shoe and dragged it hard. Jiang Huashan lost his balance, and Zhou Yanheng turned over and counterattacked.

"You're quite courageous. Didn't Shen Guiling teach you not to approach other men casually?"

Jiang Huashan didn't expect Zhou Yanheng to be so cruel. In order to restrain him, blood had already seeped out of both sides of his shoulders. Was he planning to fight her to the end even if it meant losing his hands?

Who's afraid of whom? Jiang Huashan narrowed her eyes, bent her knees, and thrust towards Zhou Yanheng's lower abdomen.

Zhou Yanheng's eyebrows twitched and he dodged sideways. Taking advantage of this relaxed gap, Jiang Huashan rolled over half a meter away. Just as she was about to get up, Zhou Yanheng grabbed her ankle and dragged her towards him.

Jiang Huashan kicked hard and hit Zhou Yanheng in the face several times, but Zhou Yanheng just turned his head, and the force in his fingers was harder than steel.

Seeing that this was no solution, Jiang Huashan had to change her strategy and kicked Zhou Yanheng's shoulder with her toes stretched out.

Changing the method of attack was obviously effective. Zhou Yanheng groaned, and the palm holding her ankle loosened slightly, but he soon came to his senses again, gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground and straightened his upper body. With his other hand, he accurately grasped Jiang Huashan's other kicking leg, and wrapped his hands around her ankle and calf tightly.

Jiang Huashan was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, her body was forced to turn over. Zhou Yanheng was holding her neck with one hand, and the bandages on both sides had been torn off. The blood that had seeped through her clothes hung in the air and fell on the tip of her nose.

The warmth of rust spread from the tip of their noses. Both of them were breathing heavily, their chests heaving.

Zhou Yanheng leaned down slowly and whispered in her ear, "If you always do this much foreplay, I can't handle it."

He pinched her neck, his fingertips trembling with excitement, and his scarlet eyes were filled with thick ink. What was burning in them was not only the violence aroused by the pain, but also a more primitive desire for plunder.

Jiang Huashan looked at him expressionlessly, "Get out."

Zhou Yanheng chuckled softly, then his smile faded. He twisted her neck to make her face him, "Was I too nice to you before? Is that why you think you can just tell me to get lost? If that's the case, then let's try a different way of getting along."

He liked the way Jiang Huashan looked at him now, angry and unwilling, and her lips, slightly opened because of shock and anger, were even more attractive.

Zhou Yanheng's eyes dimmed slightly, and he lowered his head and kissed her.

Just when the distance between their noses was zero...

"Well--!"

A short, almost broken groan escaped from the depths of Zhou Yanheng's throat. His diving movement froze instantly. The pupils of his eyes, which were burning with desire and violence, suddenly dilated to the extreme. The blood color on his face faded away in an instant, and he became even paler than before when he lost blood.

The hand that was pinching Jiang Huashan's neck lost all strength due to the unimaginable pain and slid down. The arm that was wrapped around her calf also loosened instantly, and her whole body felt as if all the bones had been pulled out.

Jiang Huashan withdrew his bent legs with a gloomy look on his face, quickly turned over and stood up, wiped the blood from the tip of his nose, and pretended to be kind and concerned, "Does it hurt? Don't blame me if you can't use it in the future. After all, I did this because you told me to."

*

In her previous life, Zhou Yanheng had also pinned her down like this to teach her how to resist.

She always kicked in advance, and Zhou Yanheng always said she was as stupid as a pig.

"If you kick a man in the groin when he's angry, you're asking for death."

"Then when should I kick?"

"Listen to his breathing and heartbeat?"

"..."

"You are so... stupid! If a man wants to have sex with you, but his heartbeat and breathing remain unchanged, he is just playing with you. If you kick him, you are asking for death."

"What if your heart is pounding and you can't hear your breathing?"

"In bed, you could kill him."

"..."

"what happened?"

"Zhou Yanheng, your heart is beating like a drum."

"..."

……