In front of the camera, a woman dressed in black grabbed the man's neck with a fierce expression and pushed him into a bathtub filled with water, "Tell me, who sent you here."
She was full of momentum, and her murderous intent was almost real.
But if you look closely, you can see that this woman's face is pale, her body is shaky, and she looks like she won't be able to hold on any longer.
She was soaked all over, and there were wounds on her arms and waist and abdomen. Dark red blood slowly swam around her.
The man was pushed into the water and couldn't breathe. He pressed his arms on the edge of the bathtub and tried to struggle. The line of the back of his neck outlined a curved arc under the light.
Looks like delicate and fragile art.
The woman Arnold actually didn't have much strength anymore. Under his struggle, she almost let go several times, but she gritted her teeth and increased her strength again.
It wasn't until the man's struggle became less severe that he let go and lifted him out.
"Wow--"
Water droplets splashed everywhere, soaking Arnold's clothes. The already slim-fitting clothes fit the curvature of the body completely, and the man was already soaked through.
The white shirt became translucent, and the abdominal muscles and mermaid lines with clear texture were faintly visible inside.
He was half leaning on the edge of the bathtub, choking and coughing. He finally recovered and looked at Arnold's wary eyes and said calmly, "If I knew you were a poisonous snake that could bite people, I should have watched you die on the roadside.
.”
After saying that, he put his hands on the ground and slowly got up.#@$&
Arnold's eyes were sharp, and he was about to make a move, but was interrupted by his words, "Don't waste your efforts. You just took advantage of my unpreparedness to succeed. If I guessed correctly, you should not have much strength now to be able to attack me again."
What to do?"
He stood in front of Arnold, his lips curved slightly.
There was obviously no violent reaction, but there was a hint of ridicule.
"Since you suspect that I have evil intentions, you can go out now." He walked to the side, casually pulled the towel and wiped his hair, "I won't send it away."
The man opens the door.%&(&
Arnold looked at the wide open bathroom door, lowering his eyes and thinking about something.
She was a killer in the "Spring" organization. She was seriously injured in an accident during her mission. After barely escaping, she fainted in an alley.
When she woke up again, she was in this strange environment in front of her, and there was a man who was about to attack her, so without thinking, she stood up and pushed him into the water to question him.
But now it seems like it’s just a coincidence?
Arnold thought quickly.
Regardless of whether what happened tonight was an accident or a coincidence, it would not be a wise choice for her to go out now, but at least the man in front of her was willing to treat her wounds.
In just a few seconds, she made a quick decision.
Arnold lay back in the bathtub expressionlessly and said, "Continue."
The man stood at the door. When he saw her actions, he didn't react. He coughed slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
Arnold pointed at him and then at himself, "You just put me in the bathtub. You must have disliked me for being dirty, so you wanted to give me medicine while you were clear. Now, continue."
The words of course reached the man's ears. He raised his eyebrows slightly and laughed angrily, "You almost drowned me just now, and now you want me to bandage your wounds?"
"You're dreaming."
Arnold didn't say anything, just lying quietly in the bathtub, looking at him with a pair of black and white eyes.
The light hit the water and was reflected in Arnold's eyes. For some reason, he showed a bit of innocence and naivety that didn't understand the world.
The man stared at such a pair of eyes for a long time, and finally gave up. He picked up the medical kit and walked towards her with a stinking face, "If you dare to attack me again, I will take you with me to death."
He took out the iodine and gauze, frowned and looked at the wound.
"Won't."
Suddenly, a girl's voice came to his ears. The man didn't react. He frowned and raised his head, and saw her seriously promising herself, "I won't hit you again."
When she relaxed, her voice seemed a little soft, like a feather, gently passing through the heart.
The man gritted his teeth and continued moving without saying anything.
Arnold's wound was relatively large, the skin and flesh were everted, the opening was slightly white due to loss of blood color, and it had become inflamed due to long delay.
He looked at Arnold, who had no abnormal expression on his face, and said, "Get up and go outside to bandage it. Your wound can't be soaked in water any longer."
"What's your name?" Arnold didn't move.
The man ignored him and said, "I'll wait for you outside" while packing his things.
"What's your name?" Arnold asked again.
He turned around and looked at the man lying by the bathtub who was refusing to give up even if he didn't get an answer. He compromised and said, "Rong Cheng, come out quickly."
"Oh." Arnold got the name and stood up with satisfaction.
She was barefoot and was about to follow her when she suddenly thought of something and reached out to grab a corner of her clothes...
Rong Cheng waited outside for a while, but didn't hear any movement. He was about to urge him, but when he turned around, his eyes were suddenly filled with white eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled the quilt next to him and wrapped the naked man in front of him, "What are you doing?"
Dr. Rong, who had always been calm, suddenly felt the veins in his forehead twitching because of the effeminacy he had just brought back.
However, the initiator didn't realize how earth-shattering he had done. Arnold turned his head and said blankly, "I think you seem to have mysophobia, so you probably don't like me dirtying the room, right?"
She turned to look at the clothes in the bathroom and said, "My clothes are soaked and they will get dirty."
"That can't be..."
Rong Cheng blurted out half of what he said, but couldn't continue. He found that he couldn't communicate with the person in front of him.
Helpless, he simply threw her on the bed, turned around and found two unworn shirts and trousers from the closet and threw them to her, "Put them on, I will come in later to treat your wounds."
"oh……"
Arnold picked up the clothes and began to dress himself.
"Card--"
After Liang Dashan shouted, he rushed directly to Song Qiao and said excitedly, "You performed very well just now. You showed Arnold's ignorance of the world and the coldness of a killer. Keep it up from now on.
"
Zhao Gege ran over from outside the venue, quickly wrapped Song Qiao in a down jacket, opened the ginger soup and stuffed it into her hand.
"Sister Qiaoqiao, drink something quickly to warm yourself up," she said.
It was such a cold weather, and coming out of the water, Song Qiao felt a little cold even when he was sitting in the house, so he took the water glass and drank it silently.
Huo Liangchen walked in from the outside and protested half-jokingly, "Why does the director only praise the heroine? Could it be that I didn't perform well?"
Liang Dashan laughed and scolded, "Who doesn't know that your acting skills are the best in the industry, so why do you come to me to ask for praise?"
Huo Liangchen chuckled, walked to Song Qiao and said, "You just performed very well, even a little beyond my expectation."
He also thought that he and Song Qiao would have to get along for a while before they could cooperate.
