Chapter 104 Lin Daiyu, are you okay?
Lin Rushang subconsciously stepped back holding her phone. Although she tried her best to control herself, her whole body still trembled uncontrollably.
"Don't come over here. If you dare to do anything, I will have to call the police!"
"Call the police! Then call the police. Let's see who's faster, you or us."
Lin Rushang tightly grasped her cell phone, then pushed the person in front of her away, turned around and ran away, while she dialed the police on her cell phone.
"Hello, I'm...ah..."
Before she could finish her words, she was kicked on the back and fell violently to the ground.
The wound on the palm of her hand rubbed violently against the ground again, causing Lin Rushang to gasp in pain and the hairs on her body to stand up.
She frowned and tried to get up from the ground while enduring the pain, but her hair was suddenly grabbed from behind and Lin Rushang was forced to look up.
"ah……"
A muffled groan of pain escaped her mouth.
The man in the baseball cap had a triumphant smile on his face, and he patted Lin Rushuang's fair and translucent face with his rough, smoky palm.
"Why are you running? With your small body, you can't outrun us."
The man in the baseball cap raised his chin towards the other two people.
"Drag her to the alley next door."
Lin Rushuang was held up by two people, one on each side, and was about to be dragged into the dark alley nearby. Lin Rushuang felt a chill down her spine just by looking at the black box.
It was like a huge abyss, and the fear in her heart was intertwined like vines, making her feel a little breathless.
She shouted at the top of her lungs in the street.
"Help, help..."
Her voice was desperate, echoing in the street in the darkness.
She was no match for these people. Even though she shouted desperately, no one responded to her.
Lin Rushuang's heart felt like it had fallen to the bottom of a valley, filled with despair and pain.
Seeing those men start to tear off her clothes, in this endless darkness, her inner anxiety and fear became even greater.
Although she struggled hard, it was like hitting cotton to these men.
She lay on the cold concrete floor, closed her eyes in despair, and hot tears slid down her eyelids.
Suddenly, a male voice sounded.
“What are you doing!”
The men paused what they were doing and looked back at the man.
"I've called the police."
"What? Call...call the police."
When the men heard this, they immediately became alert and quickly pulled up their pants and left.
Lin Rushang was lying on the ground in a mess. She didn't dare to think about what would have happened to her tonight if this person hadn't happened to pass by and bumped into her.
The man helped her up.
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay, thank you." Lin Rushang was shaking all over, but she still said that it was okay.
The man helped Lin Rushang walk to the car door, opened the back seat, and carefully helped her in.
Lin Rushang had just sat down when she smelled a familiar scent.
This is not...
She turned her head and looked to the side, and the familiar face appeared in front of her.
Lin Rushuang opened her mouth and spoke after a long while.
"Mr. He, you...why are you here?"
He Tingchen leaned sideways, staring at her with his deep eyes for a moment, then he raised the corners of his lips and sneered.
"Sister Lin, why do you always encounter this kind of thing?"
Lin Rushuang curled the corners of her lips in self-mockery.
"Maybe I'm just unlucky."
Xie Hongzu's incident had just ended two days ago, but she ran into him again on the road.
He Tingchen glanced towards the dark alley.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Are you playing hide-and-seek?"
Lin Rushuang was already used to He Tingchen teasing her like this, so she just smiled when she heard it.
"I came here to get my tattoo removed, but who knew it would be so late."
"Oh, that butterfly tattoo on your back."
Lin Rushuang took a deep breath and looked at He Tingchen seriously.
"How did you know I have a butterfly tattoo on my back?"
She remembered clearly that she had never been naked in front of him, and although her tattoo was on her back, it could only be seen by people who were very close to her.
It's not surprising that Li Wenyuan knew this, but how did He Tingchen know this?
He Tingchen crossed his long legs, leaned back lazily, and spoke lazily.
"Guess."
Lin Rushuang didn't believe his nonsense.
She was in great anticipation of He Tingchen.
"Tell me quickly, how do you know I have a butterfly tattoo on my back?"
She got this tattoo when she was in school. At that time, it was also because she was following the trend and many female classmates in the class had it.
She originally wanted to get a lily tattoo because she liked it, but all the classmates got lily tattoos.
After much deliberation, I finally chose the butterfly.
He Tingchen folded his arms across his chest, leaning back on the car seat. He just smiled and said nothing at Lin Rushang's words.
Lin Rushuang didn't ask any more questions. She didn't have the habit of begging others.
It would be fine if He Tingchen didn't say anything.
He Tingchen asked her when the car was about to turn the corner.
"Send you home?"
Lin Rushang frowned, and when she thought of Li Wenyuan, her eyes and brows became a little colder.
She held the phone with a broken screen, and there was no call from Li Wenyuan in the call log.
Not even a text message.
She had just spoken to him in such an urgent tone that even if they were friends, they would at least call back and ask.
But he didn't.
Realizing that hot tears were welling up in her eyes, Lin Rushang took a deep breath and forced herself to hold back the tears.
"Um."
He Tingchen asked his assistant to drive the car to the door of the pharmacy, and then bought some medicine to treat the wound.
The assistant handed the medicine to He Tingchen.
He Tingchen took it and pointed to the supermarket next to him.
"Go buy two more bottles of mineral water, one of which should be at room temperature."
"Um."
The assistant turned back.
He Tingchen opened the bag and took out the ointment. Lin Rushang was still shivering all over, not sure if it was because she was scared or because she was too cold.
Even though she was very restrained, He Tingchen still noticed it.
He reached out and took off his coat and put it on her. Lin Rushang's cold body suddenly felt enveloped by warmth.
Before she could say thank you.
He Tingchen spoke again: "Wash it for me after you put it on. Wash it by hand."
He even emphasized the last few words.
Lin Rushuang couldn't help wanting to laugh, but that laugh looked a little bitter.
He Tingchen is a really straight-talking man. He only speaks out what he wants and doesn't care what others think of him.
Anyway, he just wants to achieve his own goal.
Lin Rushang didn't refuse, after all, the clothes she was wearing couldn't cover it well.
She exposed the wound on her palm in front of He Tingchen.
He Tingchen raised his eyebrows awkwardly: "Why, you want me to blow you?"
Lin Rushang was stunned for a moment, then explained subconsciously.
"I actually wanted to..."
Before she could finish her words, He Tingchen reached out and held her palm, then bent down and blew gently on her wound.
Lin Rushang only felt a cool breeze gently passing over the scar on her palm, and the pain seemed to be gradually subsiding.
He Tingchen had a patience that was out of character for him, and he blew on her wound over and over again.
Lin Rushuang spoke with a little embarrassment.
"Actually... I wanted to say that you don't have to be like this."
He Tingchen suddenly treated her so well. She had just stood by and watched him die last time, but now he was acting like a warm-hearted man.
She always felt a little creepy.
He Tingchen raised his head, and the two faces were suddenly close to each other, and they were both stunned.
Lin Rushang saw that He Tingchen's eyes were as deep as the sea and there was no bottom to be seen. His usual laziness was gone at this moment.
He has deep eye sockets and his eyes are a bit sharp, but when he smiles he seems to be able to bewitch people.
"If you want to get closer and see me, just say it. There's no need to act like this."
His voice was still lazy, mixed with a hint of laughter.
Lin Rushuang coughed awkwardly: "No, I wanted to tell you that my hand is injured, and I may not be able to get your clothes for the time being."
He Tingchen's usually confident face suddenly froze.
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