Bai Rou'er's eyes were filled with resentment, and her cherry lips were slightly pouting. When she saw Zhang Fan wake up, she immediately turned away.
A question mark appeared in Zhang Fan's mind: "?"
What's going on?
His eyes were so resentful, as if he had done something wrong.
Zhang Fan's voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with you?"
Bai Rou'er snorted and turned her body around dramatically.
"Ah!" Bai Rou'er screamed, clutching her waist and daring not to move.
"I've hurt my back, it hurts so much!" Bai Rou'er's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
"Don't move." Zhang Fan placed his hand on Bai Rou'er's waist and gently massaged it.
Bai Rou'er was wearing a white chiffon dress today, with a square neckline and wide shoulders. As she moved, the black bra strap on her right shoulder was exposed.
The skirt is very short, just covering the top of the thighs when sitting down, half-concealed and half-revealed, making it exceptionally sexy.
The fabric of the clothes was very thin, and Zhang Fan could almost feel the skin underneath, which was as smooth as solidified cream.
Her waist was so small that it could be easily grasped with one hand. Zhang Fan didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of accidentally breaking it.
Zhang Fan felt he understood the King of Chu's feelings; the King of Chu loved slender waists.
Bai Rou'er felt a warm current surge up her waist, as if she were soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter, feeling very comfortable and pleasant all over.
Unable to contain herself, Zhang Rou'er let out a comfortable moan, like a night cry.
Zhang Fan's pupils dilated suddenly; he hadn't expected Bai Rou'er's voice to sound so pleasant.
Bai Rou'er blushed shyly, biting her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making any more noise.
Zhang Fan, feeling a bit mischievous, increased the pressure in his hand slightly.
"Ah!" Bai Rou'er couldn't help but groan again.
She held Zhang Fan's hand in her own; "I'm all better, you don't need to massage anymore."
Zhang Fan withdrew his hand and saw that Bai Rou'er's ear tips were so red they were practically dripping blood.
"You... hurry home," Bai Rou'er urged.
This place is quite far from Zhangjiapo, but Zhang Fan plans to take care of some things here, which will be a good opportunity to avoid attracting attention.
Zhang Fan opened the car door, and Bai Rou'er's face instantly turned cold.
With one foot still in the car, Bai Rou'er stepped on the gas, and the car moved forward a few meters before stopping.
Bai Rou'er poked her head out, her tone resentful: "You don't like me, and I don't like you either!"
Without listening to Zhang Fan's explanation, Bai Rou'er stepped on the gas, and the red BMW sped away like an arrow.
Bai Rou'er drove very fast. Looking at Zhang Fan in the rearview mirror, her eyes gradually became misty, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Unable to drive any further, she stopped halfway, slumped over the steering wheel with her eyes tightly closed, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly, and pearly tears falling.
She fell for a man for the first time, but he didn't feel the same way about her.
Her father sincerely invited her to sleep at his house, but he had to rush home.
This clearly shows dissatisfaction with her.
What's even more infuriating is that she discovered her pants were damp.
Zhang Fan didn't think that much about it; he was in a hurry to deal with Zeng Hu and his sister.
He came from Baijia Village to Dounanpo. Like a martial arts master, he didn't walk, but flew from one tree to another. Along the way, he saw pokeweed and picked a lot of it.
Pokeweed is very common and has various common names such as pig's ear, landmine fruit, and ground radish.
It is slightly toxic, and will not cause poisoning as long as it is not consumed in large quantities. However, if added to Zhang Fan's Qi-tonifying pills, it will become highly toxic.
Zhang Fan soaked the Qi-boosting pill in the juice of pokeweed. The juice was absorbed instantly, and the crimson pill turned purple.
The Qi-boosting pill turned into a detoxifying pill.
Under the cover of darkness, he crept to Zeng Guihua's house.
The main gate was tightly closed, but the window on the second floor was open. Zhang Fan jumped up and landed on the second floor.
The lights were off in Zeng Guihua's house. He searched every room in the house but found no one there, so he sat on the sofa on the first floor and waited for someone.
Zhang Fan was holding a detoxifying pill in one hand and a bottle of Moutai containing Gu worms in the other, and was wondering which one to put in when he heard footsteps outside.
Zhang Fan peered out the window and saw Zeng Guihua dressed in black from head to toe, with a scarf wrapped around her head and tied in a knot at her chin.
Wrapping yourself up like a rice dumpling in the sweltering summer heat must mean you have some ulterior motive.
Zeng Guihua looked behind her several times with great caution to make sure no one was following her before taking out her key and entering the room.
As soon as she turned on the light, she saw Zhang Fan sitting imposingly on the sofa. Her eyes widened, her gaze filled with fury: "Zhang Fan, you dare to come here!"
Zeng Guihua glanced at the Moutai on Zhang Fan's feet and sneered, "Even if you bring me Moutai, I will not forgive you."
She ran into the kitchen and quickly ran out again, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.
The blade reflected the cold light, illuminating Zeng Guihua's face, which was filled with hatred.
Zeng Guihua gritted her teeth and said, "Zhang the Fool, I originally wanted to trick you into coming to my house, but I didn't expect you to come to my door on your own initiative. I won't let you leave alive."
She was furious, and she shouted, word by word, "Go to hell!"
She once raised a kitchen knife high with both hands and slashed at Zhang Fan, wishing she could tear him to pieces.
Zhang Fan remained unmoved, his eyes showing no sign of panic, but rather narrowed dangerously, filled with frost.
Zeng Guihua was startled by the coldness in Zhang Fan's eyes, just like the fear she felt that night when the wolf scouted the area and its green eyes met hers.
She gritted her teeth, trying to bolster her courage.
Zhang Fan is a fool; he doesn't know fear or danger.
He is the one who caused me to become a widow at a young age.
To make oneself a laughingstock of the entire village!
Zhang Fan must die!
Her original plan was to lure Zhang Fan to her home, kill him, and then claim that he was a madman who had harmed people, since no one else had any evidence.
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