Beastly Fēi that Go Against the Heaven: Coerced by the Huáng Shū Chapter 45

Chapter 45
CHAPTER 45

You…… Bring Money?

“First…… first let go……” Fang ZiCheng’s body was stiff; he didn’t dare to budge even for a little bit, afraid that Jing Yue would use a bit more power and break his hand.

Jing Yue glared at Fang ZiCheng before she finally let his hand go. She glared at this man with a face full with dislike.

“Huuu…… hurt me to death! You hit too fierce!” Fang ZiCheng suddenly looked like he was going to weep when he saw that his wrist had started to become somewhat swollen being twisted by Jing Yue.

“You asked for it.” Jing Yue unconcernedly curled her lips. When she saw Fang ZiCheng with that kind of face, she suddenly scowled fiercely and said: “Can’t you be more like a man!? Isn’t it only a bit swollen!?”

“You let me try to twist yours.” Fan ZiCheng’s face went black; he is actually being disliked and said to be just like a woman?

“I’m not stupid, why on earth will I let you twist mine?” Jing Yue rolled her eyes, turned around and walked away. Fang ZiCheng caught up with her at once; one side kneading his wrist, one side turning his head to look at Jing Yue and said: “How could you be here? Also, I don’t see you bring any guards out.”

Mentioned a pot that didn’t boil*!

“What does it have to do with you? Lady I’m content!” Jing Yue continued to walk aimlessly.

“Where are you going? w.a.n.gfu is over there.” Fang ZiCheng saw Jing Yue walked farther and farther; if she continued to walk like this, she’d soon reach the city gate.

Jing Yue suddenly turned her body around, glared fiercely at Fang ZiCheng and said: “Why didn’t you say that earlier!?”

“So you want to return to w.a.n.gfu ah.” A smile suddenly appeared on Fang ZiCheng’s face which was showing an ‘I finally know what you are going to do’ expression.

Jing Yue suddenly stopped her footsteps; she looked at Fang ZiCheng up and down. Fang ZiCheng’s hair stood on the end and he quietly moved a step back, completely didn’t know what Jing Yue wanted to do.

“You…… bring money?” after her question finished, Jing Yue suddenly felt depressed.

“A?” Fang ZiCheng went blank. He hadn’t yet managed to process Jing Yue’s words when he already saw Jing Yue, taking advantage of his confused state, groped his body and said: “You definitely bring some, I’m about to starve to death, hurry give me money, I want to eat.”

Fang ZiCheng trembled being groped all over by Jing Yue’s little hand. He hastily prevented Jing Yue from continuing her groping movement, jumped away with a red face and said: “I…… I’ll take them out for you.”

“Hurry up! Don’t dawdle!” Jing Yue glared at Fang ZiCheng with a face that showed ‘I’ll strip you if you don’t take them out’ expression.

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When Jing Yue and Fang ZiCheng sat in a restaurant, Fang ZiCheng finally got to experience what she had said as ‘about to starve to death’. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at their table; it simply about to make Fang ZiCheng looked for a hole to bury himself.

Fang ZiCheng swore to heaven; ever since he was a child until now, he had never been stared at by people like this.

“That…… Have you eaten enough?” Fang ZiCheng braced himself to see the things in front of him; those numerous empty bowls, the woman who drank wine ate meat without paying any heed to her image, that bold and unrestrained movement; which part of them showed even the least bit demeanor of a woman?

Jing Yue politely sucked the oil on her hands clean and picked up the handkerchief on her side to wipe her mouth clean. With a perfectly contented face she stared at Fang ZiCheng and said: “Ge (burp)…… enough.”

“Your appet.i.te…… really good……” Looking at the messy table before him, the corners of Fang ZiCheng’s mouth twitched and he firmly called the waiter to change their table. When he sat down again, he saw that Jing Yue’s eyes were narrowed as she concentratedly bit a toothpick to pick her teeth.

Those raised feet, that ‘picking teeth’ action; they were simply extremely incompatible with her pretty face ah!