Ye Wenjun tiptoed around.
Fang Yu’s sleeping position was truly deplorable.
Since he was sleeping outside, Ye Wenjun had no choice but to step over him.
"Hungry... hungry..."
This guy must be hungry.
Ye Wenjun quickly retreated inside, flipped over, and created some distance!
That scene was terrifying!
It was not known how long it took before she finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the dead of night,
the room fell into a tranquil state.
The crescent moon climbed into the night sky, and the time reached four in the morning.
Just as Ye Wenjun’s brain entered an absolute dreamscape, a snoring sound suddenly startled her.
Instantly awoken, she opened her eyes with a start.
Who’s snoring?
Was it Fang Yu?!!!
This son of a turtle.
Ye Wenjun suppressed the rage in her heart—otherwise, she would have really wanted to slap him with a resounding smack.
Wo oh—
Suddenly, Fang Yu let out a strange note, followed by turning over!
Pfft!
This is embarrassing.
Ye Wenjun was about to explode!
Ye Wenjun, covered in goosebumps, angrily lifted her right foot and mercilessly kicked out—
...
...
However, how could a man who had been walking on the razor’s edge for years be so easily kicked by a woman?
Just as Ye Wenjun’s foot was about to touch that son of a turtle, Fang Yu, as if it were a conditioned reflex, turned over, his palm acting like it had eyes, and grabbed her foot in one go!
As Fang Yu opened his eyes in an instant, the force was transmitted through that leg.
"Holy shit—"
A 720-degree spin, rolling away gracefully and then, with a posture too cool for breath, performed a reverse flip by Ling Kong.
However, Fang Yu’s hand was tightly holding onto Ye Wenjun, so before they had time to separate, they were yanked by the tremendous force, prompting Ye Wenjun to let out a cry of shock.
A sharp scream!
Ye Wenjun closed her eyes.
If Fang Yu had not been lucid, he would have certainly delivered a perfect Ling Kong kick.
But at this moment, Fang Yu did nothing.
His entire right arm was like a hoop of iron...
—
Snap!
Ye Wenjun forcefully broke free, raised her jade palm, and unreservedly slapped across!
Fang Yu stepped back, cleverly dodging!
At the same time, immersed in the fight that had just happened, he couldn’t help feeling anxious and then remembered that he had just had a dream... Holy shit, was it not a dream?
Sometimes that happens—when something occurs in reality, it gets into one’s dreams.
Fang Yu awkwardly laughed and was full of remorse towards Ye Wenjun.
"It was an accident, all accidental," Fang Yu said embarrassedly.
With an angry face and her eyes gradually turning red, Ye Wenjun glared at Fang Yu and returned to the bed, curling up and sitting at the head of the bed.
The moonlight poured in.
Fang Yu sat on the ground, looking at Ye Wenjun with concern.
At this moment, Ye Wenjun felt an unbearable grievance welling up inside her.
She had not felt this upset for many years.
Her left chest was sore from being forcefully pinched by Fang Yu, and her little feet were numb and painful.
Following this, Ye Wenjun with reddened eyes, began to tear up.
This completely stupefied Fang Yu.
To see a strong female CEO cry on the spot meant that a terrible thing had very likely occurred—
"Are you okay..."
"Don’t bother with me!" Ye Wenjun bit her silver teeth, "Stay away from me!"
Fang Yu was speechless.
If the neighbors heard this, they might think he was a domestically violent man. Such men, typically scumbags.
Watching her shoulders shudder, Fang Yu sighed. Since he had hurt her, he should be more patient. Women, after all, needed to be coaxed slowly.
"President Ye, it’s late at night, and having the air conditioning on is too cold, it’s not good for your health."
"Don’t come any closer—" Ye Wenjun said with tears in her eyes as she glared up at him. Tears still streaked from the corners of her eyes.
Fang Yu said helplessly, "It was an instinctual reaction. I have explained this to you before—"
By his conscience, Fang Yu was sure he could not have done such a thing!
"But you still hit me!" Ye Wenjun suddenly argued like a child.
"I didn’t do it on purpose," Fang Yu said.
Ye Wenjun did not respond.
"Let’s continue sleeping, it’s already four in the morning, it’s not good to wake the others," Fang Yu consoled.
Ye Wenjun continued her silence, preparing to lie flat.
But as soon as she moved, her ankle throbbed with severe pain.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Fang Yu stood up and took a look at her ankle.
"Your ankle bone is dislocated. If it’s not fixed in time, it could lead to a permanent limp!" Fang Yu said.
"I don’t want your help even if I become lame!"
Ye Wenjun intended to ignore him, only to hear Fang Yu’s mocking voice coming over: "You better not move!"
PS: After the modification!