Chapter 217 She called him Brother Nanchuan...

"Damn woman, how dare you defile my body!" He slammed his fist on the tile, and blood oozed from his knuckles.

However, when he closed his eyes, the woman's face appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

What kind of humiliation is that face, the same as in my memory, suffering at this moment?

Amid the sound of flowing water, he seemed to hear Ning Fengsheng's scream.

The thought of her body being defiled by those inferior people made her feel a pang of pain in her heart.

"Nanchuan Shijue, you will regret it..."

Nanchuan Shijue cursed softly. Even if it was a fake, they did look the same.

Ning Fengsheng's body will not be allowed to be polluted or possessed by any man, even if it is a counterfeit body!

Nanchuan Shijue turned off the faucet, grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around himself before rushing out.

…

In the bodyguard room, Ning Fengsheng was thrown on the big bed, surrounded by five or six strong men, their eyes flashing with desire.

"The young master told us to serve Miss Si well." The leading bodyguard grinned coldly.

Ning Fengsheng curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching her torn nightgown tightly: "Get away! Don't touch me!"

"You're quite aggressive." Another bodyguard reached out to grab her ankle. "But the more aggressive the horse, the more exciting it is to ride..."

The moment the bodyguard's door was kicked open, Nanchuan Shijue's pupils contracted violently - the woman's disheveled body was pressed on the bed, and the bodyguard's rough lips were about to touch her ankle.

Nanchuan Shijue rushed in like an angry lion and kicked the bodyguard away.

"Who allowed you to touch her?!" His voice was low and dangerous, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

The bodyguards hurriedly retreated: "Master, it's your order..."

"Severe punishment!" Nanchuan Shijue picked up Ning Fengsheng.

She trembled in his arms, but when he stood up, she raised her hand and slapped him hard: "Nanchuan Shijue...you really went too far!"

The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the room, and everyone was stunned.

Nanchuan Shijue was stunned and looked at the woman in his arms with complicated eyes.

Apart from Ning Fengsheng, no other woman dared to slap him.

That familiar strength, that stubborn, almost self-destructive look, hit the softest part of his heart like a heavy hammer.

"Fifty lashes, one less and you'll all be fed to the sharks." After saying that, he strode away with the person in his arms.

Ning Fengsheng struggled in his arms: "Put me down!"

"Shut up." Nanchuan Shijue tightened his arms, "If you move again, I'll throw you back."

Ning Fengsheng immediately calmed down, but the anger in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Nanchuan Shijue took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and threw the person in his arms to the ground: "Broken legs? Can't you walk by yourself?"

Damn, is he crazy, carrying this woman all the way?

Could it be that she has the ability to cast a spell on him?

He shouldn't have cared about her life or death, but he rushed over involuntarily.

"Don't bother me..." Ning Fengsheng's cheeks flushed abnormally, and his breathing became rapid. It was obvious that he had been drugged.

My body was hot and dry from the effects of the medicine, but I still held on.

After just a few steps, he began to stagger.

Nanchuan Shijue cursed and picked her up again, his heart full of irritation. This time he walked straight to his master bedroom.

"What are you going to do?" Ning Fengsheng struggled weakly.

"Don't worry," he sneered, "I'm not interested in a fake."

He threw Ning Fengsheng on the big bed and pressed the intercom: "Call the doctor. Immediately!"

As soon as I hung up the phone, I heard a rustling sound behind me.

A pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist, and a hot cheek pressed against his back.

"It's hot... so hot..." Ning Fengsheng's voice was so soft that water could drip out of it, with the familiar vibrato in his memory.

Nanchuan Shijue's whole body stiffened.

When "Ning Fengsheng" was pinned down by him, she gasped and begged for mercy in his ear.

That tone, the panting, was all too familiar.

"Let go." He pried her fingers apart with such force that he almost broke her slender wrist. "You have no shame!"

Ning Fengsheng was thrown back to the center of the bed, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

The effects of the medicine came like waves. She bit her lower lip and curled up, her nails digging deep into her palms.

The pain made her sober temporarily, but in the blink of an eye she was lost in the burning tide of emotions again.

"Nanchuan...Sir, please get out..." She squeezed out a few words with difficulty, but in the next second she couldn't help but crawl towards him.

Nanchuan Shijue took a step back, his eyes full of disgust: "If you touch me again, I will twist your hands and feet."

These words were like a bucket of cold water.

Ning Fengsheng suddenly woke up and saw the undisguised contempt in the man's eyes.

She propped herself up tremblingly, stumbled to the bathroom, and locked the door.

Cold water poured down from the shower head. Ning Fengsheng knelt on the tile floor, letting the biting water wash over his body.

The nightgown was soaked and stuck to her body, outlining her graceful curves.

She looked up at herself in the mirror - her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were dull, and she looked like an unsatisfied bad woman.

"No...can't do this..." Ning Fengsheng groped for the sink and grabbed a silver razor.

If she continues to stick to Nanchuan Shijue, not only will he look down on her, but she will also look down on herself!

The moment the blade cut through her skin, the pain briefly brought her back to her senses.

The woman in the mirror smiled awkwardly, with drops of water mixed with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Look at what you look like now... so miserable." She muttered to herself in front of the mirror.

There was a knock on the door from the housekeeper: "Miss Si, the doctor is here, please open the door."

But she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.

The body slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the tiles.

My vision began to blur, and the only sound in my ears was my own rapid heartbeat.

"Bang--"

The door was kicked open with great force.

Nanchuan Shijue stood against the light, his black shirt outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He walked quickly to her and pinched her chin. At that moment, he heard a barely audible whisper: "Nanchuan...Brother..."

This name struck him like a bolt of lightning.

His fingers trembled and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Brother Nanchuan" - this is the exclusive name for "Ning Fengsheng".

"What did you call me? Say it again!?" Nanchuan Shijue couldn't believe his ears, "You called me Brother Nanchuan too? Are you worthy of that?!"

Damn, these four words were instantly tainted...

He wanted to strangle her to death immediately!

"Master?" Butler Moss reminded from behind, "Antidote..."

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly came back to his senses and roughly stuffed the pill into Ning Fengsheng's mouth: "Swallow it."

The effects of the drug will not wear off immediately.

Ning Fengsheng's consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion, and his body once again uncontrollably pressed against the man in front of him.

This time, Nanchuan Shijue did not push her away immediately.

He looked down at the face in his arms that looked exactly like "Ning Fengsheng", his eyes were so complicated that it was frightening.

She called him Brother Nanchuan...