backyard.

There is a small three-story pavilion, which is clean and tidy, with no strangers around and is quite peaceful.

Yunying walked in and looked at so many rooms. Then she realized that she had forgotten to ask Manager Jing for his location.

She went back to ask, but everyone was busy and there were so many patients that no one paid attention to her.

He went back to the backyard and took a closer look, only to find that a door was not closed tightly.

Is it open?

Yunying tilted her head and walked over.

There might be someone inside, so I could go ask.

As I approached and was about to raise my hand to knock on the door, I saw through the gap between the two doors...

Inside the house.

Bathtub.

Warm mist was rising, and a broad figure was leaning on the edge of the bathtub. The man's hands were lazily placed on both sides, and his black hair, like fine brocade, cascaded down, shiny and smooth. Indistinctly, a black mark could be seen on the back of his shoulder.

Wolf!

It's Wolf Totem!

The black wolf was embedded in the skin, and its eyeballs were as red as crying blood, and seemed to have life, as if it was looking directly at the person outside the door!

"hiss--"

Yunying was startled.

"who!"

In an instant, an overwhelming force swept through the air, catching Yun Ying off guard and sending her flying several meters away. She fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her chest.

It surged violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out:

“Pfft…cough cough!”

it hurts!

It feels like my chest is being crushed!

Yun Ying covered her chest and coughed a dozen times. When the pain subsided a little, she saw a pair of black boots appear in front of her.

Looking up, I saw a pair of slender ketone-colored legs covered with fine water droplets. The strong leg muscles were tightly stretched, revealing the explosive power behind them.

A black robe lazily covered the man's body, with a belt tied diagonally to the side.

The man's clothes were loose, and the well-defined muscles on his chest were tight and strong. His wet black hair was still dripping with water, and the eyes that were staring at Yun Ying were as cold as a cicada and full of murderous intent.

Danger!

Yun Ying sensed that something was wrong with the breath and was about to stand up when her neck was suddenly strangled by a large, cold hand.

“Hmm!”

She was forced to bump into the man's chest, causing her pain.

"What did you see!" An extremely cold voice came out from the man's thin lips. There was no warmth, no expression, only full of murderous intent.

Strangling her hand was as easy as pinching a chick.

"Cough...ah!" Yun Ying couldn't breathe, her face looked painful, she grabbed his big hands with both hands and struggled hard.

But she was too thin and too small, and she had no chance to fight back in front of the man.

The air was cut off.

Lack of oxygen.

Her face turned red and purple, her body trembled in pain, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes:

"Well--"

The man stared coldly at the person in front of him, and his hands tightened, tightened, and tightened again!

Sudden.

A pain in the abdomen!

The girl used up her last bit of strength and kicked him in the abdomen. The moment he was distracted, she nimbly broke free from his body and staggered out without even taking a breath.

"Ouch!"

Just as Zhang Fei was about to come in to get something, he was bumped by the girl and almost fell.

Turning around, I saw the girl running away as if she had seen a ghost.

Huh?

What's going on?

He scratched his head, walked to the backyard, and saw the man tying his belt slowly. He asked suspiciously:

"Jing Yi, Miss Yunying came to find you on the orders of the young lady. What did you do? Did you mess that up? What the hell? That person is the young lady's."

Look at the girl's back as she runs away, and then look at Jing Yi wearing a black robe without even pants...

he……

It's a sunny day, and you're in neutral?

No way?!

Zhang Fei suddenly thought of something and his face changed:

"Jing Yi, let me tell you! You are already twenty-three, and the girl is only twelve or thirteen. You are not going to act rudely to a little girl, are you?"

Jing Yi: “…”

He glanced at him coldly, then gathered his inner strength in his palms and brushed them across his black hair. Wherever he touched, the wet black hair dried up inch by inch.

A cold voice:

"The people around the young lady must have clean backgrounds and be loyal. This girl cannot be trusted! Keep an eye on her!"