Oona hid in the corridor, looking at the two people fighting in the living room with obscure eyes.
In front of her, An Rong had always been gentle and polite, like a modest gentleman, and had never even spoken loudly. However, now, he could always see a hint of arrogance in him.
That's how a man feels about a woman.
Misha tried her best, but she couldn't get close to him. She was so angry that she complained in her heart, what could she do?
What can be done?
Suddenly, An Rong's legs softened and he pressed down on her...
"ah!"
Misha exclaimed, and quickly realized something. The palm she wanted to swing out was withdrawn halfway.
Fortunately, An Rong reacted quickly when she fell. He hugged her waist, turned her around, and turned her onto him, while he made a flesh pad for her.
Hearing his groan, Misha quickly got up and asked, "An Rong, how are you?"
An Rong's face was very pale, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose. He shook his head stiffly.
Misha quickly helped him sit on the sofa and lifted his legs to the coffee table. She knew that he might be in pain now, but she frowned and felt like she had no idea what to do.
Recalling Yu Yi's massage, she pursed her lower lip, hesitantly stretched out her hand, and gently squeezed his calf.
An Rong was shocked and looked at her, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"You... don't have to do this, I'm fine."
Misha glared at him, "Will you fall down if nothing happens?"
An Rong wanted to stop her, but Misha pushed him down forcefully and pressed his legs directly from calf to thigh. She frowned seriously and told her from time to time, "If it hurts,
, just tell me..."
An Rong turned his head and looked at her soft profile. A strand of hair fell inadvertently. He didn't even think about it, so he reached out and stroked it so naturally...
Misha looked up at him, stunned for a moment, then her cheeks turned red and her beautiful eyes narrowed, "Mr. An, are you teasing me?"
An Rong was stunned, laughed out loud, looked at her calmly, and asked, "Is this considered teasing?"
Misha's eyebrows twitched twice, and she said with a smile, "Master Haoyi, what do you think is appropriate?"
An Rong didn't say anything and pulled her over quickly.
Misha was caught off guard and pulled into his chest, her hands instantly touching him.
An Rong stared at the face close at hand. As she said, it was not the most beautiful, but it was dazzling.
Gently, he stroked it with his fingers. It was smooth and delicate, like silk satin.
He looked at her with such clean eyes, without a trace of impurity, like a pool or an abyss. Misha's wide eyes couldn't help but be attracted by him. She lay on his chest and stared at her for a moment.
he……
So strange.
No……
The strange thing is her.
He smiled, deliberately holding her tight with one hand, and caressing her lips with the other hand, "This is called teasing."
Misha suddenly woke up, her cheeks turned from red to white, she pushed him away vigorously, hurriedly sat up, turned her back to him, her chest heaved slightly.
Damn it, I actually made this guy laugh!
An Rong sat up on the sofa, tilted his head to look at her, smiled, generously put his arm around her shoulders, leaned in, stared at her increasingly red face, and her trembling eyelashes from time to time, and whispered
, "Having trouble... proves that you are serious."
Misha's heart palpitated, her brows lowered, she calmed down, pushed his hand away on her shoulder, turned back and glared coldly, "If this is a joke, it's not funny at all."
An Rong's dark eyes were always looking at her, "You don't like it as a joke?"
Misha frowned, what do you mean?
Looking into her somewhat confused gaze, he didn't say much and leaned on the back of the sofa, "Recently, I seem to be losing more and more strength."
When Misha heard this, she bit her lip and turned to look at him, "If Mr. An looks so weak, he will be laughed to death!"
An Rong raised one lip, and that bewitching smile, set against his fair and sick face, was indescribably alluring.
"If you want to laugh, just let them do it. If you don't laugh, it's fine."
Misha curled her lips and said, "Who said I don't laugh? If you fall into despair, I will definitely laugh the loudest!"
An Rong turned sideways curiously, supporting her head with one hand, and stared at her with clear eyes, "Are you afraid that I will fall?"
"Stop patting yourself on the back. I wish I could carry your body back and tell the world that Mr. An of the mercenary group was killed by me! When the time comes, they won't stop me if I want to join the Hunter Alliance.
Me!"
An Rong was not angry, and said with a chuckle, "So far, the thing I agree with most about them is that they didn't let you join."
"Why?!" Misha lost her temper and glared at him and asked, "You want to tell me today, what's wrong with me? Why don't you let me be a bounty hunter?"
An Rong's eyes softened unconsciously, and he patted her cheek, "You are too impatient, not calm when things happen, you have an impulsive personality, and you are prone to being emotional. You are not cruel enough..."
After hearing him complain about a lot of her faults, Misha's expression became more and more bad, she took his hand away and threw it aside angrily.
Seeing her displeasure, An Rong smiled, "So, of course, rare creatures with so many shortcomings like yours should be protected. It's not just them... I will do the same."
Misha's heart skipped a beat and she raised her eyes.
An Rong rested enough and stood up. His physical strength was almost restored. He smiled lightly at her and said, "You react quickly enough, but you are not strong enough."
Misha's expression turned serious, and she immediately straightened up and asked seriously, "Then how should I make up for it?"
He smiled and said, "Just eat more food."
"..."
Misha glared at him fiercely. She didn't want to say it, so why did she recommend such an idiotic method?
Seeing An Rong was about to leave, Misha remembered what Yu Yi had said and immediately stopped him again, "Mr. An..."
An Rong stood still, looked back at her, and raised his eyebrows, as if asking.
Misha stepped forward and asked him cautiously, "You...won't you go to trouble your father?" If destroying his drug empire was his plan, then he couldn't cause trouble at this time.
After hearing this, An Rong narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did Yu Yi tell you?"
Misha secretly complained in her heart, she was as smart as a fox, what else did Yu Yi have to worry about?
She admitted generously, "I have said what needs to be said. Don't blame him. I forced you to ask this question and it has nothing to do with that kid."
Seeing how loyal she was, An Rong shook her head and laughed, "I know what to do."
"That's the best." Misha blinked her eyes and said calmly, "I'm just afraid that you will be angry at your beauty~"
An Rong chuckled, turned around, and said grandly, "I'm not who I used to be."
Now he knows what he should do and what he wants...
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