The listener feels like there are thousands of ants scratching and biting in his heart, making him feel itchy and unbearable.
However, the woman not only screamed, but also kept twisting her body. If his hand hadn't held her foot, she would have retracted it long ago.
He was picking at the broken pieces of glass with impatience, but his handsome face was as cold as ever and he didn't show it at all.
"It hurts...Dongfang Xing...can't you be gentler...please cherish the beauty..." What she fears most in her life is the fear of pain.
Xiahou Huan'er propped up her upper body and looked at him with watery eyes. She wanted to feel the pain. She was really fed up with these little bits of pain.
She glared at her ankle and said angrily: "Let go, I won't pick any more."
Dongfang Xing's palm held her foot tightly, not allowing her to flinch, and said coldly: "It will become infected, inflamed, and rotten."
"If it rots, it will rot. I don't care, let it go." Xiahou Huan'er struggled.
"No." Leng uttered two words quietly, holding her feet with his hands as steady as steel claws, and continued to pick at her with his head lowered.
"Ugh...it hurts...can't you just let me fend for myself?" Xiahou Huan'er looked at him sadly.
Dongfang Xing was too lazy to speak and ignored her sad look.
"Dongfang Xing, I caused you to become a zombie. You should hate me very much and kill me for revenge. Why do you still want to save me?"
Dongfang Xing didn't even frown. He didn't even know the answer. How could he answer it?
Damn, you are pretending to be dumb again. Xiahou Huan'er stared at him with contempt: "Why don't you kill me? Why?"
The zombie king doesn't want to answer the question, who can pry his mouth open?
Xiahou Huan'er stared at him for a long time, then suddenly a naughty smile appeared on her face. She leaned forward, approached him, raised her lips and said seductively: "You haven't seen a beautiful woman in a long time. How can you see her appearance?"
This lady, who is as beautiful as a flower, can’t help but fall in love with me, and she can’t bear to hurt me.”
The Zombie King, who was extremely calm and composed, couldn't help but feel a huge shock after hearing her words. His palm shook and the pliers dug into the sole of her foot. The pain immediately made her gasp and scream: "Ah... beast...
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The Zombie King quickly regained his composure, ignored her, and continued to pick at her feet with quick eyes and hands.
The woman who had suffered so much finally realized that he would not stop because of her yelling, but would only distract her and make her suffer even more because of her words.
Xiahou Huan'er hugged the pillow angrily, buried her head in it, and silently endured the grinding pain.
The noisy woman finally calmed down and her ears were cleared.
But his heart was still restless. Seeing her as calm as dead water, he actually expected her to be noisy. He liked her youthfulness, vitality and liveliness.
It was not easy to pick out the thorns on her feet, and Xiahou Huan'er almost thanked God for his kindness.
The grueling torture was finally over.
Dongfang Xing's face was not as cold as before, and his eyes were a little softer.
Looking up at him doing the final bandaging of her feet, she asked curiously: "How did you find me?"
After waiting for a while, the Zombie King, who likes to pretend to be mute, continued to adhere to the best golden rule, silence is golden.
He refused to answer, so Xiahou Huan'er automatically made up her mind and said, "You must have been anxious to look for me everywhere when you found out that I was missing."
Dongfang Xing continued the hand gestures and remained silent, but his tall and straight figure had a strong sense of presence.
Xiahou Huan'er's dazzling black cat eyes looked at him.
