Chapter 193: Chapter 193

Rong Zhi found the act of them holding each other’s face a bit silly.

She slowly let go, intending to step back, but Bai Su’s reaction intensified, and he furrowed his brow hard, using his left hand to forcefully pull Rong Zhi into his embrace.

"Stay still, don’t move."

Bai Su, with a hoarse voice, turned Rong Zhi around so her back faced him.

Rong Zhi moved uneasily.

Bai Su tightened his arm, the grip especially firm but not enough to hurt her.

Above was a vast, dazzling starry sky. Standing here, it seemed like a star could be picked with a stretch of the hand. Rong Zhi’s fingertips touched a warm face, indistinguishable whether it was the warmth from the man’s palm’s blood or her own face’s warmth.

She raised her eyes, squinting at the galaxy.

Bai Su held her waist, his forehead pressed against her neck, muttering, "Let me hold you, just for a while."

The young boy responded softly, scattered in the wind, ephemeral and illusionary.

Suddenly, Bai Su raised his hand to cover her eyes, his voice biting on the words as if restraining some emotion, he pressed his lips together and slightly turned his head.

Rong Zhi wanted to understand his sudden seriousness, only feeling a slight pain near her neck as Bai Su had bitten her.

Fierce and relentless.

She paused, somewhat puzzled, but received no response from Bai Su.

Her eyes covered, with her vision hindered, other senses in her body became increasingly apparent.

For instance, someone’s hand now attempted to lift her clothing hem; long fingers had touched the edge, a bit cold. She furrowed her brows, took a slow and deep breath, her voice shallow, "Calm down."

This was enough, more than this, and it would cross the line.

The air was a silent stillness.

Bai Su subtly rubbed her waist twice, then turned her body to face him, looked at her sparse indifferent fox-like eyes, pressed his lips, forehead touching hers, and sighed.

"Little brother," he smiled tenderly, "You’re making me feel very defeated, can you react next time?"

Rong Zhi furrowed her brows, remaining silent.

Bai Su’s pupils slightly reddened, rested his head on Rong Zhi’s shoulder, pressing on her waist, either lightly or heavily licking the bite marks he’d left earlier, occasionally adding a few more bites, "If you don’t react, next time I’ll force my way."

Rong Zhi slapped the top of his head, eliciting two muffled laughs with warm breath sprayed by the neck, ticklish.

Notifying Jiang Gujun to exit the forest, before leaving, Bai Su asked him to remove the license plate from Rong Zhi’s car.

After all, it’s the first gift for little brother, worth keeping.

In the car, with one hand incapacitated, Bai Su relied on Rong Zhi to treat the wound.

Her technique was quite good, disinfecting and medicating cleanly and neatly, Bai Su tutted softly, praising her as befitting a doctor.

After bandaging, Bai Su took the opportunity to hold her hand, intertwining their fingers.

Rong Zhi tugged, and he immediately furrowed his brows, calling out plaintively that it hurt.

Driving in front, Jiang Gujun almost spit out the mouthful of green tea he had just drunk.

Rong Zhi looked at the man for a while, then turned her head with indifference.

The mischievous man triumphantly shook her hand, a pleased smile curling his lips.

Upon arrival at Tingshan Villa, as soon as the door opened, the kids rushed out upon hearing the noise, and upon seeing the dried blood on the teenager’s clothes, their eyes reddened immediately.

Rong Zhi had just finished taking off her shoes, looked up to see Rong Jiazze hesitantly approaching her as if afraid to hurt her, finally cautiously tugging at her sleeve, asking tearfully: "Brother, where does it hurt? Come sit and let Brother Su check."

Listening closely, one could hear the uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

Rong Zhi rubbed his head, concisely: "No worries, the blood isn’t mine."

Rong Jiazze wore a face full of disbelief, Rong Zhi, with a helpless expression, let him circle around her inspecting every part.

Only after confirming she was truly okay did the youngster break into a smile.

Since Rong Zhi’s last visit to the villa, Bai Su had prepared clothes for her. Rong Zhi looked at the clothes she held with a strange expression for a while, glanced at Bai Su, then turned towards the washroom.

After washing up, they discussed the mastermind of this incident in the living room.

"Just ask the Night Wanderer Mercenary Group; they’ll know, I..." Jiang Gujun suddenly halted, glancing at Rong Zhi, the latter’s expression unchanged, still seriously examining the Wolf Head Medal.

Jiang Gujun let out a breath, sipping his tea.

Bai Su sided-eyed the youth, his charming eyes slightly narrowing, asking calmly: "What do you see?"

"Pretty ugly," Rong Zhi disregarded Jiang Gujun’s words, casually tossed the Wolf Head Medal back on the table, nonchalantly commenting.

Bai Su nodded, "Indeed."