The hand that was strangling her throat tightened instantly, and Jiang Rong's facial features wrinkled together. The feeling of lack of oxygen was very uncomfortable. She subconsciously bent her knees and hit Shang Shaoheng's lower abdomen fiercely. However, Shang Shaoheng moved faster. He pressed her shoulders and turned her around. A cold light flashed in Jiang Rong's eyes, and the butterfly knife was instantly unsheathed, heading towards Shang Shaoheng's vitals!
Shang Shaoheng turned his head to avoid the knife. Jiang Rong took advantage of him to dodge and hit him on the shoulder blade with an elbow, making a dull sound. The next second, Shang Shaoheng snatched the butterfly knife from her hand and quickly restrained both of her hands behind her back.
"Want to kill me?" Shang Shaoheng asked coldly.
After the action just now, Jiang Rong's breathing quickened a bit. She raised her head and smiled, "You just hurt me."
The red fingerprints on the snow-white neck confirmed her words. Shang Shaoheng paused and actually let go of her hand.
Jiang Rong was also a little surprised. She rubbed her wrist, glanced at the butterfly knife held by Shang Shaoheng, hesitated, and said, "Can you give that knife back to me, Shang Shang?"
With a clang sound, the blade slid out of the sheath, and the tip pressed directly against Jiang Rong's cheek.
The man said expressionlessly: "Scream again."
Jiang Rong felt that if she really obeyed and screamed again, the knife in Shang Shaoheng's hand would not only press on her cheek, but would directly stab into her heart.
"...Mr. Shang." Jiang Xiaorong's greatest virtue was her adaptability. One moment she could stab someone with a knife, and the next she could beg for mercy. She tugged at Shang Shaoheng's sleeve, "Can you give it back to me?"
Shang Shaoheng looked at the knife in his hand for a while, then turned his fingers and the butterfly knife flew between his fingers. It turned out that he was also a master in using the butterfly knife.
"Why learn this?" Shang Shaoheng asked.
"It's cool." Jiang Rongji said nonchalantly, "A lot of boys try to look cool by doing this, and the girls are stunned by it. I just wanted to learn it for fun."
Nowadays, butterfly knives are indeed used more to show off their coolness, so much so that many people forget that this thing is actually a very advantageous knife in close combat. A well-forged butterfly knife can completely take someone's life silently.
"Really?" Shang Shaoheng paused, sheathed the blade, and looked at Jiang Rong and said, "This knife is well-made. Is it very important to you?"
A meal of minced ginger.
She recalled receiving the knife on a stormy night. The wind rattled the windowpanes, lightning ripped through the sky, and the rain poured down. Someone approached from the drizzle, pushed open the villa door, leaned over to look at her squatting by the door, and then casually placed the butterfly knife he was carrying in her hand. As he withdrew his hand, he rubbed her hair and said nonchalantly, "A present for your fifteenth birthday."
"..." Jiang Rong pursed his lips slightly and said with a smile: "It's not that important, but he has been with me for many years, so I'm used to it."
"Yeah." Shang Shaoheng didn't know whether to believe it or not, and said, "Lend it to me for two days. It's my reward for helping you bury the person today."
Jiang Rong was speechless.
This person really refuses to suffer any loss.
"How many days does it take?" Jiang Rong asked. "Mr. Shang, if you like butterfly knives, I know a few skilled hand-made knife makers. Would you like them to customize one just for you?"
Shang Shaoheng just looked at her with a half-smile.
Jiang Rong: “…”
You just said you didn't care, but now you're chasing me to get it back. No one would believe that.
"Okay." Jiang Rong said, "How could I be reluctant to lend this little thing to Shang Ye for a few days? Besides, a big shot like Shang Ye would definitely not take such a broken knife for himself."
Shang Shaoheng placed the knife on the sink, raised his hand to turn on the smart ventilation switch in the bathroom, and said, "Take it off."
Jiang Rong's family: "?!"
"Aren't you taking it off?"
Shang Shaoheng leaned against the wall, folded his arms and looked at her: "Only by reciprocating courtesy can friendship last."
Jiang Rong coughed lightly and said, "Suddenly I don't really want to watch anymore... Mr. Shang, you take your time and wash it well. I'll go out first..."
Before she could finish her words, she was splashed with water. Shang Shaoheng held the shower head and raised his eyebrows: "Take it off."
Jiang Rong: “.”
Are you an elementary school student? You're splashing water on people!
Jiang Rong clenched her fingers and estimated whether she could beat Shang Shaoheng. If she could, she would drag this man to the maple forest on the outskirts of the city and bury him overnight. The trap was ready.
But after making an assessment, she regretfully discovered that she might not be Shang Shaoheng's opponent. Judging from the brief fight just now, Shang Shaoheng's ability to become an outstanding graduate of the First Military Academy was by no means empty talk.
Jiang Rong wiped the water off his face and said, "Okay, take it off."
She took off her coat, revealing a black suspender top underneath. Her fair and smooth skin seemed to be glowing under the bathroom light. Her black hair was disheveled and her clothes were wrinkled, but her eyes were like bright lights in the deep sea, full of provocation and cunning.
Shang Shaoheng was inexplicably reminded of the cat his mother raised. That cat was like this. No matter how docile and well-behaved it looked, the wildness in its eyes remained unchanged. You never know when it would scratch the person who fed it.
Jiang Rong tied up her long hair, revealing her well-proportioned shoulders and neck. She looked like a perfect statue of a young girl, and every inch of her lines was breathtakingly beautiful.
There were also drops of water on Jiang Rong's eyelashes. She wiped them away casually and moved closer to Shang Shaoheng. She touched his shoulder with her fingers, followed the undulations of the muscles, and stopped at an old scar. She rubbed it and looked up at him: "How did you get injured?"
Shang Shaoheng grabbed her wrist and said calmly, "Do you think I'm a lustful fool like Lou Yi?"
Jiang Rong thought, if you didn't fucking like kind and innocent little white flowers, I would have done it myself. Would I have to be here to act like a father, a mother, and a slave to match you and Jiang Panyu?
Although she has always been confident about her appearance, she doesn't think she can handle Shang Shaoheng, who looks like he has nothing to do with women.
"I just care about you." Jiang Rong looked innocent.
"Knife wound." Shang Shaoheng said calmly: "Military folding knife."
Jiang Rong uttered an "oh" and suddenly lowered his head to blow on the scar. Shang Shaoheng's whole body stiffened and he asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Rong: "Blow, blow, the pain will fly away - when you were hurt as a child, didn't your mother comfort you like this?"
Shang Shaoheng looked strange: "Are you trying to coax me?"
"Yes." Jiang Rong said softly, "I coaxed you because I wanted you to be gentler to me. You're always so mean to me every time we meet. Do you hate me?"
fierce?
Shang Shaoheng almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.
She calls his repeated indulgences of her "ferocious"?!
"Jiang Rong." Shang Shaoheng called her name, raising an eyebrow. They were both wet, clinging to each other. The atmosphere in the bathroom was charming, but the two parties were on edge. He looked into Jiang Rong's eyes and said, "Have you always been so pushy?"
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