The Queen of Gossip

"Very good, finally looking a little better." There was a hint of joy in Huang's voice.

"Damn you!" She turned around, but her arm hurt even more.

"If you think of a stubborn little girl like you, you should suffer a little bit."

Su Wanqing clenched her teeth, turned her head, her eyes fell on the side of Huang's neck, a faint bloodstain lay across the honey-colored skin.

She was in a good mood immediately, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and said with a sneer: "It's just a cut, it's really a pity, it would be better if it was deeper."

Huang's eyes darkened, and he strengthened his hand even more.

"what--"

Su Wanqing let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, or rather lay flat on the ground.

It's not the arm that hurts the most, but the left calf.

The part of her calf spasmed desperately, and she was cramped until she became stiff and her whole leg couldn't move.

It hurt so much, the pain was unbearable, it made her want to cry.

"Weaving!"

Huang exclaimed, and quickly let go of the restraints on his hands, reached out with his long arms, and embraced her in his arms.

"Don't touch me!" She was in pain, and looked at him with an extremely disgusted look.

Huang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a sharp thing piercing his heart fiercely.

His eyes narrowed slightly, resisting the discomfort, suppressing the churning emotions in his heart.

He bent over, stretched out his hand to hold her slender left calf, and kneaded her muscle spasm regularly in a unique way.

"Ah—" Su Wanqing screamed again, "Don't! Don't touch it, it hurts—"

"Hold it, don't move." Huang's voice carried an inherent deterrent force, but the movements of his hands became heavier.

"Ah—" Su Wanqing continued to scream, "Bastard, don't touch me!"

"You are pregnant and prone to cramps. I am a doctor and know how to deal with it. Please cooperate."

Huang ignored Su Wanqing's screams and did not stop at all.

Su Wanqing's face was contorted in pain, her right hand slowly sank into the grass, picked up the streamer, and held the handle of the knife, a stern look flashed across her eyes.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

She hissed and slashed at Hoshino Huang's right arm with a flash of saber light.

A line of blood shot out directly.

In autumn, I have already started to wear thick coats, but the sharpness of the streamer can cut iron and stone, such a knife, the cut is not shallow.

Injured by the dagger, Huang didn't even frown, and the movements of his hands remained unabated, continuing to knead and continue to hurt Su Wanqing to death.

She wanted to swing the knife again, but seeing the blood on his right arm, she put down the knife anyway.

Blood, it was blood, and it was blood flowing from his own body!

But why didn't Akira Hoshino care at all?

How cold does it have to be for a person to do this!

Su Wanqing gritted her teeth and stared blankly at his concentrated movements.After about three to five minutes, the cramped calf miraculously relieved.

Su Wanqing moved lightly a few times, only feeling comfortable, without any pain.

Looking at Hoshino Akira's resolute side face, and his self-serving actions to treat the wound on his right arm, a sense of guilt filled his heart.

He helped her, in a savage way.

And she repaid him in a more violent way.

"I... let me help you." Su Wanqing stretched out her hand, wanting to help him tie up the wound.