Yun Chuliang furrowed her brows and dodged to the side, causing her to slip and roll down from the slope.
Feng Siye didn't expect a woman to be hiding among the bushes. In a daze, he saw someone rolling towards him.
He subconsciously wanted to dodge her movements, but his injuries affected his motility. Before he could react, she crashed into him, and they rolled to the ground together.
"Ouch!" Feng Siye felt as if his waist could break at any moment. Then, he felt someone hold his waist and shout, "Oh my! I think it's broken!"
Feng Siye turned livid. He raised his hand and was about to kill the perpetrator in one move, but he was startled when he saw her face. He exclaimed, "It's you?"
Hearing those words in such a familiar tone, Yun Chuliang was startled. She raised her head to look at Feng Siye, her eyes becoming starry at that moment.
Wow! How gorgeous he was!
His hair was dark as ink, his skin as fair as snow, his eyebrows thick and sharp. His eyes were clear and sparkling and his nose was tall and straight. His lips were thin. All his features were sexy, especially the mole at the corner of his eyes, which made him even more attractive.
However, he was exuding killing intent. Was he also an assassin like her?
As she was intoxicated by his gorgeous features, she was suddenly shoved away.
Yun Chuliang slumped to the ground and felt embarrassed. She asked, "Hi there, do you know me?"
Yun Chuliang only had two flaws in her character, which were lustful and greedy for money.
She was always kind and gentle before handsome men. However, of course, she much preferred money over eye candy.
"Aren't you Yun Chuliang?" Feng Siye stared at her with doubt in his eyes.
Although half her face was disfigured, he was confident that he had not mistaken her for someone else.
How did he know her name? Did the body's owner have the same name too?
Yun Chuliang raised her brows and replied, "I am Yun Chuliang, but I am not quite her."
Feng Siye frowned, not quite understanding her words.
Yun Chuliang wouldn't explain her situation in detail either.
"I didn't bump into you on purpose just now, but you tried to kill me without checking who I was. We're even then," Yun Chuliang proposed, always forgiving towards handsome men.
Cough! Cough! Yun Chuliang patted her butt and was about to walk away when she suddenly heard Feng Siye coughing blood.
Yun Chuliang frowned. She hesitated for a moment before turning around to face him again.
It would be a pity if a handsome man like him died!
Yun Chuliang crouched over, trying to take a look at Feng Siye's injuries, but he grabbed her wrist instead. He demanded, "What are you doing?"
"I'm just taking a look at you since you look like you're dying. Why are you nervous?" Yun Chuliang explained and raised her brows when she noticed he looked wary.
"I don't need you to do that," Feng Siye frowned and shook Yun Chuliang's hand off.
"Why are you being so ungrateful? Don't you know how many people are lining up for my treatment each day?" Yun Chuliang was irritated. She was known as the Devilish Devilish Magic Doctor, and people often dreamed of getting treated by her as she would only start treating people if she felt like doing so. At the moment, she was the one to take the initiative to treat him, but he was shaking her off instead. How ungrateful!
Yun Chuliang ignored Feng Siye's protests and was about to rip open his shirt.
"As a woman, don't you feel ashamed of yourself?" Feng Siye clutched his shirt tightly so that she wouldn't get to tear it off.
"I'm only looking at your injuries. Stop making a fuss out of this," Yun Chuliang felt exasperated to see him trying so hard to defend his innocence.
"Don't you understand that it's improper for different genders to get so intimate before getting married?" Feng Siye glared at Yun Chuliang out of frustration.
Take a look at his injuries? He did not recall her knowing medical skills.
Yun Chuliang grew even more annoyed, "Would you rather die defending your innocence, or live?"
"I want to protect my innocence," Feng Siye stayed stubborn.
Yun Chuliang sneered. Why would one's innocence matter so much when they were on the verge of dying?
"Your shirt or your pants? Pick one."
"My shirt..." Feng Siye was yet to complete his sentence when he felt a cooling sensation in his lower body.