A chill crept up her spine, and Fu Yu instinctively took a few steps back, bumping directly into the umbrella stand.
The noise woke Cosimo from his coma.
He held his forehead, his grey-blue pupils reflecting her terrified face.
"Help me."
With that, he suddenly stood up, his blood-stained fingers gripping her arm, and forcefully barged into the apartment.
The man was heavy, and Fu Yu's small frame simply couldn't support him.
Almost the instant Cosimo lunged at them, the two of them collapsed together in the entryway.
"Don't make a sound."
Cosimo opened his eyes, a cold light gleaming in the darkness.
He covered Fu Yu's mouth and nose with his palm, swiftly pulled out a gun, and pressed it against her throbbing temple.
"Take me to your room."
Fu Yu bit her lip.
She could feel the warm blood flowing down the man's arm and into the collar of her pajamas.
"hurry up."
The gun barrel was pressed against the barrel menacingly.
Cosimo scrutinized the Asian woman beneath him, noticing her blood-soaked appearance, yet she showed no fear or trembling.
A tenderness, which he himself did not realize, appeared in his cold gaze.
That's interesting.
Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Cosimo's eyes turned cold, and he abruptly pulled her into his arms, flipping her over and pinning her down.
Where is your room?
Fu Yu pointed to the small private room near the bathroom.
She wanted to remind Cosimo that the door wasn't closed, but before she could react, Cosimo picked her up and threw her onto her small bed.
The assassin's voice came through the door.
"Could he be hiding here?"
"Impossible. This is a dormitory for Chinese international students. Chinese people are law-abiding and would never associate with gangs."
"He must be hiding nearby."
Cosimo grabbed Fu Yu's slender neck and said fiercely, "Scream."
Fu Yu gasped for breath and stammered in broken Italian, "I...I don't know."
"Never been with a man?"
He bit off her first button.
Fu Yu felt a sharp pain in her collarbone, so painful that she closed her eyes.
No, no.
Cosimo's gun was originally pressed against Fu Yu's temple.
Hearing her reply, he meaningfully slid his hand down to his philtrum and finally pressed it against his lips.
Fu Yu put her hands in front of her chest, trying to push Cosimo away.
Unfortunately, the little girl's strength was no match for Cosimo, who was already seriously injured.
She could only be pinned to the headboard by the ruthless man, who coldly licked away the water droplets from her eyelashes.
"Little stutterer, let your brother teach you."
A few suppressed sounds came from the private room.
The two men in the living room exchanged a glance and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile.
"Don't delay their business, let's go!"
Hearing the assassins' footsteps recede into the distance, Fu Yu fanned Cosimo's face.
Cosimo has begun to enjoy the feeling of kissing and even wants to take it a step further.
Unexpectedly, I was slapped by this little girl.
She was the first woman to dare slap him.
Cosimo licked his lips, which were now tinged with the girl's scent, and a smile curved at the corners of his lips.
"He, they, they're gone, and you, you're leaving too."
Cosimo tilted his head back.
Logically, he should leave immediately and rejoin his men.
But ironically, he didn't want to leave.
"Help me bandage it."
Cosimo gripped her wrist, the rough calluses on his hands rubbing against her skin.
"good."
Fu Yu gripped the first-aid kit, took out cotton swabs and bandages, and carefully treated Cosimo's wound.
Under the dim light of the wall lamp, blood and foam were gushing from the knife wound on the man's waist and abdomen.
The white shirt, soaked through, clung to his eight-pack abs, exuding a dangerous aura.
Blood was still seeping from the bullet hole in his arm, but he seemed not to feel the pain.
He even had the leisure to scrutinize Fu Yu.
What's your name?
"It's none of your business."
Cosimo glanced around the room and the first thing he saw was the "International Tax Law" notes on the desk.
The notebook cover bears the neat Chinese characters: Fu Yu.
"Fu Yu".
Cosimo is of mixed Chinese and Italian descent. He studied Chinese, but hasn't used it for a long time, so he's become somewhat rusty.
Upon hearing his name, Fu Yu stopped moving and looked at him strangely.
"You speak Chinese?"
"you have boyfriend?"
Cosimo did not answer Fu Yu's question.
He has no obligation to satisfy the curiosity of other people.
Arrogance, conceit, and self-importance are the hallmarks of Cosimo.
"It's none of your business."
Before she could finish speaking, her breath was cut off by his burning lips.
His kiss, tinged with the scent of blood, was a conquering assault.
He effortlessly tore off the bandages and wrapped them around the two people's clasped hands.
His grey-blue eyes were fixed on Fu Yu.
"Now, we're connected."
His thumb traced her lower lip, and he said with lingering desire, "Baby, I'll take responsibility for you."
Having said that, he completely disregarded the gunshot wound on his arm, picked up Fu Yuling in mid-air, and locked her in his arms.
...
Qin Xue ran to her boyfriend Chu Huainan's apartment building in a flash.
Chu Huainan had just finished sketching with his classmates.
There were men and women, arm in arm, looking very friendly.
Chu Huainan once said that people in the art world tend to have a low sense of boundaries.
Qin Xue was overjoyed at surviving the ordeal and didn't notice some subtle details.
For example, the girl closest to Chu Huainan wrinkled her nose instinctively when she saw Qin Xue.
Huainan.
Qin Xue ran over and hugged him tightly, crying her eyes out, wishing she could wipe her tears and snot all over Chu Huainan's short sleeves.
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