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Jing Yan pounced on the muscular man with a ferocious face, his fists rising and falling crisply, one punch after another was very fierce. Each punch landed on the muscular man’s head and face as if it had been precisely calculated, and the force of the punch and the point of the downward thrust were all without deviation, all focused on the vital points. Even from a certain distance, Ya Xiao could hear the sound of bones colliding with each other and the voice of the muscular man begging for help.

“Shit, so useless.” She muttered, “What’s the point of having a muscular body for nothing, it’s okay to just look at it. I can’t believe I was beaten up like this by a little kid.” The man next to her twitched his ears and flung a blank stare at her from the corner of his eye.

Soon the muscular man was beaten like a ball of limp spaghetti, and his copper-colored muscles were now as dull as a flattened balloon. Although Ya Xiao was angry but sympathetic, at this time was very intolerant to turn his head, murmured, “too hard too hard, even if it is rent arrears do not have to hit so hard ah!” She thought that perhaps this siblings are relying on the rent to live, thinking of the monsoon last time but two months rent confiscated on the starving and dry corpse, which is coupled with a younger brother who is in the period of puberty, is certainly eat more with more. Plus a lone sister and brother are very likely to be bullied and deliberately owed rent. Like this, Ya Xiao didn’t sympathize too much with the muscular man. But then she thought that if she injured the muscular man who was strong outside, wouldn’t she still have to pay for the medical bills, she couldn’t help but open her mouth and just about to growl to remind Jing Yan, she coldly heard Jing Yan’s roar coming from downstairs, like a thunderclap.

“Grass mud horse’s, all day long refining refining refining your sister ah! There are muscles marvelous ah, but also expanding the chest and shrinking the abdomen also squatting Zama play what muscle temptation ah! Paralyzed, I do not have muscles like you can beat the mud! …… I wipe …… also wear tights wipe skin care oil …… the buttocks wrapped tightly and out of the birthday peach bag as TMD want to seduce who ah your girl!”

Sven handsome temperament sunny teenager mouth spit out a long string of indecent words, its obscene and nasty degree greatly shocked the previous knowledge of Yang Ya Xiao. But the next scene even more completely shattered her nerves that were already shocked to the point of being somewhat shattered–Well Yan actually kicked the muscular man over, and then …… he started to peel the muscular man’s tight pants with his hands.

Ya Xiao’s mouth was already having no trouble fitting her fists at this point, and she only hated that her heart was too weak and her liver was overflowing, because she found that her nose was starting to itch and burn, and she was afraid that she was going to ooze something colorful. But even so she bravely kept her eyes open, vowing to watch this gossip to the end!

Downstairs, Inuyasha’s little brother wasn’t the least bit ambiguous either, moving skillfully to drag back Mr. Muscle Man, who was planning to crawl away on his hands and knees. It’s true that you can’t tell the difference between a man and a woman, a slender and skinny looking figure actually has so much strength, dragging the muscular man’s face with despair and internal cow. She saw the muscle man open his mouth and howled a few times, hurriedly seized the opportunity to stick her head out, her ears plucked out, finally heard a few key snippets, “…… It’s your sister who first peeped at me taking a bath …… I’m not interested in that kind of dry otaku girl. ……”

Peeping at the bath?

Monsoon peeking at a muscular man taking a shower?

Ya Xiao was shaken to all fours by this super gossip and found an involuntary, “Uhhhh!” in her throat. Her fingers gripping the balcony railing whitened as she poked her head out even harder intending to listen to what the muscle man had to say again, but heaven forbid, perhaps it was because the muscle man said something that irritated Jing Yan, only to see Jing Yan’s elegant and handsome face instantly darken, his face flashing with a sinister venom that was extremely inconsistent with his age, he gently jumped up to put his knee on the unlucky muscle man’s back, curled up the palm of his right hand then bowed the wrist, and extremely quickly He curled the palm of his right hand and bowed his wrist, and very quickly knocked on the bottom of his neck. The muscular man who still had the strength to struggle was now completely as if he had died, lying on the ground and unable to move again. Although this fight was one-sided from the beginning, but the teenager’s thunderous means and almost cold-blooded killing moves still shocked her out of a cold sweat, heart pounding can’t help but dumbly ask the people around her, “Do we want to call the police ah.”

“No one can die.” Shan Yan Xiu said coldly, the violent movements of the teenager all fell in his eyes, that nearly fatal blow and manic impulsive attack is so familiar, familiar to his fingers also unconsciously flicked a few times, “There is nothing to see, go in.”

Only then did she notice the cold look he had become, the doubt in her heart increased, but she didn’t dare to say anything more. She could only watch as he closed the balcony’s floor-to-ceiling windows and pulled the curtains closed again. The sudden darkening of the light made her unable to see his face at once, so blurry that she could only see him tugging at his collar while walking in the direction of the wine cooler. She felt a little dizzy, partly because of the strong change in light, and partly because she couldn’t digest so many things in the early morning.

The wine cooler was located on the left side of the living room, with a number of wines stored in its original wood-colored storage compartments. Different regions and brands, the only thing that was the same was that they were all in their original packaging. She thought that this man was a real show-off, obviously not drinking but still have a wine cabinet, extravagant and wasteful.

He was half leaning on a high chair by the bar, his posture loose. The cuffs of his original ironed and straightened shirt had been rolled up to the middle of his arm, looking a little careless.

“Come here.”

He issued an invitation from the shadows, his tone flat and inaudible.

Her throat tightened with a pang, and she responded with some resistance, “I don’t drink.”

“You will drink.”

It was uh, their first encounter was in a nightclub. Besides, she didn’t look like the type to have two drinks anyhow. Her shoulders slumped for a moment and she walked over with her head hanging down, sitting down in front of him like a deflated leather ball.

He didn’t say another word, just pushed an empty wine glass toward the center. The wine gurgled as it poured slowly from the thin, narrow mouth of the bottle into the stumpy glass. The dark golden liquid rippled in the glass for a few moments before slowly subsiding, like a perfect piece of pasty amber silently congealing in the glass. His thumb twirled around the mouth of the bottle, which spun in a beautiful arc in midair to land next to him, and, not to be denied, “Try it.”

She lowered her head and muttered, “I quit drinking.”

He reached up and lifted her chin, his thumb sliding over and missing her lips. The tip of his finger brushed against her tongue for a moment before withdrawing. A slightly spicy flavor instantly assaulted her taste buds, but she got a cool, sweet aroma, like the scent of snow piled high on thick pine needles.

“Well?”

She licked her somewhat dry lips, dead set against admitting that she was hooked on alcohol by him, “It’s too strong, it hurts my stomach to drink it in the morning.” Seeing the faint expression on his face surprisingly somewhat disappointed, she couldn’t help but add, “Do you want me to get you something to pad your stomach, would an omelette do?”

He looked at her and shook his head.

She then remembered that he didn’t eat things like eggs or milk, and seeing that he had already drunk the glass of wine with a tilt of his neck, she couldn’t help but feel a little resentful. It felt like she’d buried a handful of good intentions in a pile of dog shit, and the dog had managed to dig two more legs into the shit.

It wasn’t clear how well he drank, but she could tell he wasn’t in the best of spirits, walking surprisingly wobbly after a bottle of hard liquor. She swore she almost hit the doorframe as he shuffled into the bedroom, and it was only by biting her tongue that she managed to keep from screaming. He steadied himself by holding onto the doorframe, the contours of tense muscles faintly visible on his back, as depressingly somber and restless as his mood was today.

She didn’t hold back after all and opened her mouth to ask, “Are you okay.”

“Are you nervous about me?” He turned to her and asked in a single word.

She was momentarily stumped for words, knowing that some people who were drunk did not babble but spoke in a clear articulated manner, saying something borderline, although organized, but still drunken words-just like the Shan Yanxiu in front of her, who was now speaking drunkenly with his eyes wide open.

“You’re drunk.” Looking at his flushed cheeks, she summarized.

Similarly, the man who was deemed drunk dryly gave a thousand retorts, “I’m not drunk.”

“Usually when people say I’m not drunk they are.”

He paused, his moist eyes narrowing slowly, “Then I’m drunk.”

“You are indeed drunk.” She nodded.

He wrinkled his eyebrows and arched his fingers to thump the doorframe, “Nonsense.” Saying you’re not drunk is drunk, saying you’re drunk is drunk, what the hell kind of logic is that.

Arguing with someone who was drunk was actually a stupid thing to do, she quickly compromised, “Fine, you’re not drunk, hurry up and go rest.”

“Why should I go rest if I’m not drunk?”

She choked and nearly didn’t spit out blood, “Fine, no rest then, you can just stand.” Turning around, she went to clean up the bottles and glasses, and when she was done, she pulled back the curtains and floor-to-ceiling windows for air. Outside by now it was already sunny, she looked down, Muscle Man and Well Words were no longer there, and the downstairs was silent.

So, Muscle Man was still alive?

Her gossip fire hadn’t been extinguished yet, and the RP was roaring out. She was planning to sneak downstairs to find out what was going on, but unexpectedly she turned her head and saw that Shan Yanxiu was still leaning against the bedroom door with his eyes half-closed, his body still staggering.

“Why don’t you go into the bedroom?”

“Didn’t you tell me to stand?”

It’s over, this is more than just being so drunk that his head isn’t clear, even his personality is so drunk that it’s split. Ya Xiao boldly went up and poked his shoulder, “Aye, so now I’ll let you you go in and sleep, okay? Go to bed and sleep.”

“Good.”

Seeing that he obediently turned around and went in to lie down, she then went over to cover him with a good blanket and retreated out. Thinking about it, she went back in and screwed the bedside lamp on. He thought he was very drunk, his hand was raised to half cover his eyes in a very tired manner. With the light she saw a half-length blood mark on his hand, like a sharp blade cut out, the wound is not deep, and the blood has already coagulated. She did not think too long, turned to the storage room to take a small medicine box out, the medicine box is mostly oral medication, she looked for half a day to find a small package of cotton swabs with half a bottle of medicinal alcohol. Simply cleaned and sterilized the wound, there is no topical powder or ointment, nor the usual Bundy. Had to grind up the painkillers and put them on it, whether it worked or not.

In the process he remained deeply asleep, his breathing fine and even. The man wouldn’t relax even when he was sleeping, the peaks of his eyebrows gathering together out of habit, as if sleep was something less than painful. Unconsciously, she lifted her hand to apply a false compress to his eyes, her palm facing his brow, and slowly closed it.

She didn’t like his eyes, they were too sharp and pointed, and it never allowed her to hide something from him. At certain times he never hid his sharpness, he saw through the world but wasn’t smooth, he acted calmly but always with rigidity and strength, she felt that he was almost like a person who never knew how to back down. Such a person is like a square cut stone with an edge that will never be compromised.

She felt that her mind had been in a bit of a mess lately, like a ball of wool rolling around in circles without a clue. Sometimes she would feel very bored, just like when she went to school and suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and remembered a difficult math problem, so she kept thinking about it until dawn. She vaguely felt that this was not a good sign, there was something unknown that was slowly but surely invading her sanity, stirring up her thoughts from time to time, and even affecting her judgment, causing her to make some inexplicable and strange moves. It was like asking him if he wanted an omelette just now, asking for nothing to medicate him. Actually, she could have done these without having to, and he had never asked her to do them, so apparently she was being a chicken. Could it really be that because of being oppressed by him for a long time, she was just so domesticated and used to being a spontaneous and conscious M?

No, it should not be.

Just as her heart was churning, the sleeping man suddenly rolled over, his arm naturally raised in a beautiful arc in the air-

“Splat!”

Receiving a not-so-light slap for nothing made her freeze on the spot for a few seconds, and then she stood up in a flash. If Shan Yanxiu was a reptile class, then he would be a hedgehog right now. If he was a fish, then he would be a bloated blowfish right now. But perhaps a vegetarian demon would prefer a description like chestnut or red hairy dan. Anyway, the sleeping Shan Yanxiu was pierced with holes by Ya Xiao’s gaze, and she was so angry that she shivered but had nowhere to relieve herself, so after looking around for a while, she reached out and fished out a big pillow and smashed it on his face, “Son of a bitch!

“Son of a bitch!”

She shouldn’t have given him medicine just now, let him die of tetanus!