Chapter 529

ouch, but surprisingly, he moved with remarkable gentleness, placing her down softly. His actions were a stark contrast to his grim visage.As she was lost in thought, Huo Mingzheng had already taken t...He also crouched down, pulled her fingers apart, and realized that the thumb of her left foot was red. His voice was inexplicably complex, both nervous and with a hint of indescribable ease, "Did you kick the shoe stool just now"

The only thing that could hurt her feet at this distance would be a footstool.

No wonder they have a bad temper, they got hurt.

Fu Yan brushed his hand away. "It's still unrelated to President Huo."

She looked up at the clock and reminded him, "It's already been one minute and thirty-two seconds past. Mr. Huo, if you have anything to say, please get it over with quickly."

Before, she didn't want to open the door. But Huo Mingzheng suddenly knocked on the door. At this late hour, she didn't want to disturb her neighbors. She had just moved in recently, and getting a reputation as a nuisance wouldn't be good for her.

To her surprise, Huo Mingzheng rushed in and grabbed her, scanning the entire room as if he were catching an adulterer.

So, he suspects himself of bringing a man home late at night, does he

At the thought of this possibility, Fu Yan's breath caught in her throat. It turned out that in Huo Mingzheng's eyes, she was someone who could be seamlessly integrated into his life, a woman at his disposal.

Huomingzheng unceremoniously pulled her up and pressed her onto the shoe stool. He knelt before her and began to massage her toes.

He was skilled and his strength was just right.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Fu Yanmian remained expressionless, forcefully retracting her foot.

She fell upon his face masked, he was still in the same attire from tonight's drunkard's den, but a strange bloodiness hung about him, as if it were her delusion.

As soon as he lowered his head, she saw a bruise of purplish-blue along the edge of his cheekbone where his mask didn't quite cover it.

Her eyes paused, quickly shifting away, she coldly reminded, “Four minutes and three seconds. You have less than a minute left.”

Huo Mingzheng held his breath, "Do you have to be so clear-cut with me"

He had never measured his time in money before. If he could, he would spend everything to buy her time.

"Twenty-five seconds."

Huo Mingzheng's lips twitched under his mask.

Fu Yan stood up. She turned and grasped the doorknob, just about to turn it, when Huo Mingzheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. With his left hand, he swiftly removed his mask and pressed it against the back of her neck, then leaned down and kissed her lips.

He took a step forward and pressed Fu Yan against the door.

From the drunken world to the boxing ring, and now here, all emotions seem to erupt suddenly at this moment. He kisses her with red eyes, “Yan Yan, you’re so cruel.”

Fu Yan had already taken a bath. She wore a silk nightgown and an outer shawl, but as she bumped into the doorframe, the shawl slipped off her shoulders.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, because of Huo Mingzheng's sudden arrival, because of his series of actions, and because of his words, her soul and flesh shuddered together.

How dare he say she's heartless

What qualifications does he have to say she's heartless

He was the one who...

Until Huo Mingzheng's lips kissed her neck, about to tear at the collar of her nightgown, she choked out, "Huo Mingzheng!"

Almost in an instant, Huo Mingzheng tightened the collar she had pulled open. His gaze fell on the tears streaking her face, and his heart ached. Reason returned to him.

He gently wiped her tears with his fingertips, his forehead touching hers. "Yanyan, don't cry," he said softly, "I'll be back soon..."

She pushed him away forcefully. As she raised her hand to strike his face, she saw that the corner of his mouth and cheekbone were bruised.

His skin was pale, and the bruises were particularly noticeable. The cut on his lips had been torn open again by the kiss, still very fresh, newly inflicted.

Her hand, frozen in mid-air, stiffened. Gritting her teeth, she lowered it and turned to face the living room, saying coldly, “Get out!”r bed unconsciously clenched into a fist."Good thing you're not prone to scarring, it won't get worse."Qi Ce applied medicine to her whip wounds, helped her up, dressed her in a silk nightgown, and ge...