Chapter 89: Oh no my arm is ruined again

Han Qi looked up in shock.

The girl stood against the backlight, wearing a white shirt that glowed with a soft light.

Her hair tied up into a small bun, with a curved strand hanging by her temples, accentuating her delicate and lovely face.

The light in her eyes as she looked down was smiling, yet it was colder than the wind at night.

In a daze, Han Qi forgot to cry out in pain.

Such a Nan Jiaojiao was incredibly enticing.

The rising anger vanished in an instant, and he even bit his lip theatrically, saying, “Little fairy, do you really intend to cripple me?”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed, “Goodnight.”

Damn, at least say goodnight.

That was what he had said ten minutes ago.

It was a slap in the face.

Nan Jiaojiao left him there and walked away.

She had used a clever technique, which she had learned in prison dealing with extremely vicious criminals.

She knew numerous ways to torment a person without leaving visible damage, but internally causing severe harm.

For Han Qi’s arm, she had held back a bit.

However, if she didn’t want him to recover, that arm would remain useless.

Han Qi propped himself up against the car and stood up.

Leaning against the wall, he took a deep breath to soothe the pain.

He barely managed to move his right hand to reach into the car and get his phone.

“Feisheng Apartment, come help me drive.”

Zhou Yunlin was drinking merrily on the other end.

Han Qi’s weak voice was drowned out by the noise, and he shouted, “What?

Brother Qi, what did you say?”

Han Qi moved the phone away, his ears ringing painfully, and snapped impatiently, “My hand’s broken, hurry up and come over!”

Broken?

Wasn’t it already broken?

Broken again?

After hanging up, Han Qi looked up at the building.

There were many lit windows, and he didn’t know which one was Nan Jiaojiao’s home.

A hint of interest appeared in his eyes as his tongue traced his teeth.

He chuckled softly, “So ruthless, eh?

Wait until I catch you, I swear…

I’ll treat you well.”

Nan Jiaojiao got home, took a bath, and grabbed a bag of hand-shaken milk tea from the fridge.

She added a small can of saccharin and water, sealed it, and shook it slowly as she sat on the couch.

The TV was showing Peppa Pig, with a happy family of four making pancakes.

The lights in the living room were off.

The light from the fish tank and the TV cast alternating glows, and she sat in the gentle shadows, her expression subdued, listening to the sound of trickling water and the occasional pig squeal.

Times of peace.

After finishing the milk tea, Nan Jiaojiao turned off the TV and went back to her room to sleep.

In her dream, she saw Bo Yanching.

Bo Yanching was undressed.

He was always a gentleman, calm and composed, but in the dream, he aggressively pulled her from the bed, grabbed her cheeks and kissed her.

The kisses were fierce; his teeth bit her lips several times, causing so much pain that Nan Jiaojiao struggled in her dream.

But her arms and legs were firmly pressed down by him, her breathing grew fainter, yet the man’s scent of alcohol and smoke grew heavier, almost occupying her entire breath, suffocating, like a heavy stone pressing on her chest.

Still not satisfied, he bit hard on her teeth.

That pain woke Nan Jiaojiao up.

As she opened her eyes, the man’s handsome face loomed large and blurry in the dark, his nose pressing against her cheek while he continued to kiss her, his dark eyes unblinkingly watching her.

“Hmm…”

Nan Jiaojiao struggled uneasily, her hands held high above her head.

The man held her hands with one hand and with the other, he gently cupped her chin, kissing her over and over again.