Chapter 14 Can Lord Zhan Stop Being so Coquettish?

The car stopped, and a slender and tall figure got out of the car, wearing a black knee-length windbreaker, as if he still looked lazy and undisciplined, but there was an aura permeating from his bones, cold, treacherous and terrifying.

Beside the street, the girl's figure was like a dilapidated and withered flower, and the eye-catching blood almost stained his eyes red.

He walked over and picked her up himself.

She is unconscious.

But when he picked her up, her lips seemed to move.

He frowned and leaned closer to listen.

It was a...

"……Grass."

The corners of Rong Zhan's eyes twitched faintly: "..."

How angry is she? Even in a coma, I don't forget to curse.

He caressed her beautiful but extremely pale face, parted his thin lips lightly, and said in a tone that could not detect any emotion, "Is this the ability to curse people? Why, I... that night, wasn't it enough?"

That's what he said.

But wherever the narrow and long eyes went, looking at the striking scars on her body, his eyes were icy cold.

Especially when he touched the villa where she came out in the distance, he smiled suddenly, very sinisterly.

These idiots!

A woman who dares to touch him, doesn't even see if she is qualified enough!

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When Sang Xia woke up again, her first reaction was to feel that her whole body was tense and her breathing was slow. She didn't react until she lowered her head and saw that she was wrapped up like a mummy. She was stunned for a moment.

She was beaten before.

It was obvious that someone had saved her.

However, she logically said, shouldn't she be in the hospital?

What's going on right now?

Sunlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, half-blocked by curtains and plunged into shadows.

And in that shadow, there was a person standing shadowily.

The man was smoking by the window, a small blue flame ignited from the lighter, his slender white fingers held the flame lightly, and a hazy red light appeared between his fingers, like the thin light of the sunrise.

Sang Xia was startled.

After realizing who it was, his breathing suddenly tightened, a little short and disordered.

It was terrible.

Now she can know who that person is just by seeing that vague figure.

It's really haunting.

He was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette between his fingers, the orchid's light was flickering on and off, his expression could not be seen clearly, but it could set off his mystery and ghost.

"woke up?"

He looked over with a faint and lazy gaze, and his voice, which had just smoked, was somewhat sexy and hoarse.

Sang Xia didn't move at all, but he noticed it keenly.

Although Sang Xia didn't want to talk to him, she knew she couldn't pretend anymore, so she turned her head calmly and looked elsewhere.

this moment.

Sang Xia was a little embarrassed.

Facing a person who humiliated herself, embarrassed herself, and occupied her body, she was disgusted and hated, but she was the most embarrassing and miserable scene, and he watched it wantonly and casually.

Being rescued by him, it would be better if he was still drenched in the rain on the side of the road, homeless.

Rong Zhan's vision was complicated.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, approached her, and tried to say something, but saw Sangxia suddenly said, "Rong Zhan, I know you want to play with me, you think I played with your friend's feelings, and you want to take revenge on me, but..."

She paused, curling her fingers vaguely, this small movement revealed her uneasiness and wariness towards him, and said slowly, "However, I've been feeling unwell recently, so can you... ..."

Can it be anything, there is no need to say more later.

Everyone knows.

It's not that she is not worried about Rong Zhan's demonic perverted attributes.

Tell him clearly now, if he wants to come, he won't care whether she is injured or not.

Rong Zhan listened unhurriedly, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, a little cold, Sang Xia couldn't see it.

"Can you do something?"

Sang Xia held her breath: "..."

He is very clear.

"Can I not let Lao Tzu... fuck you?" He laughed wickedly, deliberately using that kind of bare-knuckled language to provoke her.