Chapter 305: Second Young Master, You Are So Angry That You Cough Up Blood

However, the woman in his arms had no other reaction except crying.

"Damn muscle reaction... Ning Fengsheng, you gave me hope. I believe you will wake up! Do you hear me?!"

Ning Fengsheng cried for a long, long time this time...

Nanchuan Shijue carefully licked her tears, which tasted salty.

His heart exploded with ecstasy.

A strong intuition told him that Ning Fengsheng would be back soon...

In these four years, this woman's eyelashes haven't even fluttered!

Some vegetative patients can feel reactions from the outside world, but Ning Fengsheng seemed as if his soul had been pulled out of his body, and he had no perception of the outside world at all.

Nanchuan Shijue did a lot of things and said a lot of words to try to stimulate her reaction, but it was useless.

Now she can finally shed tears and is no longer a cold piece of wood!

After the bath, Nanchuan Shijue wrapped Ning Fengsheng in a bath towel, carried her to the bed, and connected her to the infusion tube and monitoring equipment.

Lying beside her, holding her in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood...

…

The next morning.

Nanchuan Shijue pressed the remote control and connected to the surveillance screen in the basement...

Nanchuan Night Owl was pinned to the ground by the bodyguard. He struggled to look up and saw the man's slender fingers sliding towards the side of Ning Fengsheng's neck.

There was a pale pink mark there, like a rose bud.

Moss was happy that the young master was showing off the fruits of victory early in the morning.

Nanchuan Shijue raised his chin slightly and sneered at the winner: "Don't ever dream of what belongs to me."

Nanchuan Yexiao's eyes tightened: "Brother, you have good mobility."

"White Rose Manor?... Can you even copy homework to the point of being a pig's brain?! Only the dead pay tribute to the White Rose!" Nanchuan Shijue sneered, "I'm doing a good deed, burning it down."

"You won the game. But Shengsheng is mine..."

"Yours?" Nanchuan Shijue slowly rolled up Ning Fengsheng's sleeves, revealing her clean fingers. "The garbage you sent has been thrown into the trash can."

“…”

Nanchuan Shijue pulled out a velvet box from his inner pocket. Inside was a pigeon-blood ruby ​​ring. "This wedding ring is called 'Heart'. I'll invite you to be my watchdog on the wedding day."

Nanchuan Night Owl licked his cracked lips: "Brother, I won't give you a chance to marry her."

"With you? You'd better get out alive first." Nanchuan Shijue put the ring on Ning Fengsheng's ring finger. The size was just right.

He suddenly leaned over and took Ning Fengsheng's earlobe in his mouth, deliberately making an ambiguous sound of water splashing, "She is most sensitive here. Every time I bite her, she grabs my hair and cries."

Nanchuan Night Owl's eyes were red as if they were about to bleed: "She is a patient, what are you doing?!"

"Doing what all lovers do."

Nanchuan Night Owl struggled violently, his chains clanging, but was kicked in the chest by the bodyguard.

The leather shoe kicked his broken ribs, causing him to black out in pain...

Nanchuan Shijue savored his pain, took a deep breath on Ning Fengsheng's neck, and sighed with satisfaction as his Adam's apple rolled: "The perfume on her body is made with my body odor..."

He paused deliberately, looking at Nanchuan Yexiao's suddenly tense jaw. "The doctor said that even vegetative patients can smell familiar smells. Do you think she will dream about me and only recognize this smell?"

Nanchuan Yexiao didn't say anything, his face was extremely gloomy, and there was hatred in his eyes.

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were also fierce, his thin lips brushed across that piece of skin, his voice ambiguous and cruel: "Every inch of her body says she loves me, you don't even have the qualifications to touch her."

He bit her with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak, leaving light teeth marks on her fair skin.

Nanchuan Night Owl moved his lips: "Don't touch her, I'll fuck your dad."

Nanchuan Shijue was furious. He really treated Ning Fengsheng as his own, and dared to tell him not to touch her?!

"Like the old man? I'll send him to your room someday."

"How could you have the heart to do this to a vegetative person? My love is so low-class." Nanchuan Yexiao dug his nails into his palm, and blood dripped through his fingers.

He suddenly laughed, a laugh that was both crazy and paranoid: "When she wakes up, I will teach her - what is true love?"

Nanchuan Shijue wanted to kill the dog right away...

It would be too easy to die like this. A man's desire to win requires him to fight for victory!

He wanted to see Nanchuan Yexiao crying, the kind of crying on his knees on the ground in agony.

"Throw him into the cage and let him open his eyes and see clearly who is her man."

Nanchuan Night Owl was chained in a golden cage and dragged to the Rose Garden Hall...

Nanchuan Shijue was leaning against the velvet sofa with the woman in his arms, feeding her warm water with a silver spoon.

Even though she couldn't drink it at all.

Water flowed from the corners of his mouth to his neck. He wiped it clean bit by bit with a silk handkerchief, his movements as gentle as if he was protecting a rare treasure.

"Look, she even drinks water the way I do." Nanchuan Shijue put down the silver spoon.

Nanchuan Night Owl narrowed his eyes, as if to say: That's it?

Nanchuan Spyker pressed the remote control.

The huge screen lit up, and the picture showed the silhouettes of Nanchuan Shijue and Ning Fengsheng kissing in a lavender field. The sunlight fragmented in her hair, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed when he lowered his head.

The next second, the scene switched to the streets covered with fresh snow. He put her red, frozen hands into his coat pocket and bent down to place a light kiss on her forehead.

Scene after scene, from the picture of her sleeping face he took during their island vacation, to the moment when she stood on tiptoe in the kitchen late at night to feed him soup.

Nanchuan Night Owl's breathing gradually became heavier, and the blood color faded from his charming face, leaving only extreme sinisterness and rage.

Moss exclaimed: Absolutely. The young master knows how to deliver a fatal blow.

Despite all the torture these days, the Second Young Master remained calm and composed. Someone who wasn't even afraid of death was now anxious.

"I'm not interested in any of this." Nanchuan Yexiao's lips curled up nonchalantly, "Everyone knows that you imprisoned Shengsheng during those years... She didn't want you at all."

Nanchuan Shijue raised his eyebrows and tapped the remote control with his fingertips. It was Ning Fengsheng, wearing a wedding dress, hugging his urn and kissing it, saying that if she wanted to marry him...

"Play it on loop," he said lazily, "see who she really loves. In her eyes, you're not even worthy of being a background figure!"

Nanchuan Night Owl turned his face away and even closed his eyes: "Brother, these are useless and can't disturb my mind."

"If the Second Young Master isn't affected, he can take a closer look." Moss's mouth twitched. "Why are his eyes closed?"

Nanchuan Shijue took out a recorder and pressed the play button.

Ning Fengsheng's soft voice rang out, panting with emotion: "Brother Nanchuan...be gentle...well...I love you...only you..."

The Nanchuan Night Owl suddenly coughed violently, and the blood foam it coughed up splashed on the bars of the cage.

He raised his head while panting, a strange smile appeared on his charming face: "Brother, you can't make me angry."

Moss: Second Young Master, you are so angry that you are coughing up blood, and you are still being stubborn?