Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Her body fell heavily to the ground, and the man was frightened and shouted urgently: "Miss."

Feng Tianjing turned around, covered her arms, and ran back in the rain. At a dark intersection, a cold weapon was pointed at her forehead and said, "Don't move."

She paused, lowered her head and let the rain hit her face. Feng Tianjing slowly raised her head.

"Whoops!" A sharp-edged dagger was slashed towards Feng Tianjing's face. The speed was so fast that she didn't have time to react. She saw the dagger stabbing into her chest.

Not far away, a figure rushed towards him. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the dagger and twisted it hard.

Holding the dagger with her bare hands, her palm was scratched and blood continued to splatter. Feng Tianjing raised her eyes to look at the man, completely shocked by his actions.

Wenshui held the dagger hard, raised his foot and kicked it away, then grabbed the dagger with his backhand and stabbed it hard.

"Bang" the man was kicked away by him. Wenshui turned around, grabbed the dagger, cut his neck, and said coldly: "My wife, when will it be your turn to move?"

Two people rushed out of the darkness, and Wenshui was agile enough to get rid of them.

Feng Tianjing stood there, her body swaying, looking at Wenshui's figure, she fell to the ground with a "plop", splashing water.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui turned around and helped her up.

Seeing Feng Tianjing's face pale and bloodless, she stared at him blankly.

"I will take you home." Wenshui said, carrying her on his back and running in the rain. Feng Tianjing lay on his shoulder, looking down at him.

She moved her lips and wanted to say: "It turns out that your skills are better than I thought."

Feng Tianjing couldn't understand that Wenshui was so good at skills, but she beat him down every time. Thinking about it now, he didn't bother to fight with her, so he let her beat him.

Wenshui carried her on his back and ran for several streets before returning to her apartment.

"You've relapsed." Wenshui pressed her body and checked her, her face looked extremely ugly.

He turned around and carried her towards the bedroom. After covering her with the quilt, he took out a silver needle and slashed her wrist. He was incredibly fast.

"Pfft." Feng Tianjing felt her chest was tight and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wenshui hugged her, patted her beautiful back, and warned: "Your old injury has not healed yet, and it is easy for the root cause of the disease to fall into your hands... No! You are poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Feng Tianjing frowned, obviously confused.

Everything is fine with her, except for going out tonight. Is there something wrong with her person?

Did the people in the car poison her, or did they just try to kill her? Feng Tianjing thought to herself, but her expression remained unchanged as she lay on the bed and said, "Thank you for saving me."

She reached out to open the drawer, but she felt Wenshui approaching. He grabbed her head with a towel, rubbed it roughly a few times, and said, "Feng Tianjing, why don't we... let's fall in love?"

"..." Feng Tian listened quietly, retracted her hand, and looked at Wenshui inexplicably.

She suddenly felt a little panicked, and it was a very magical feeling. Feng Tianjing bit her lip, lay on the bedside, and said in a muffled voice: "Hey, what kind of operation do you want me to do?"

Wenshui listened, dropped the towel, squatted by the bed, and looked at her.

"You're not talking about me and you, are you..." Wenshui scratched his head and said a little confused, feeling like a good girl was being bullied by him.

"Pfft, you think I slept with you?" Feng Tianjing listened and rolled her eyes.

Wenshui lay beside the bed, secretly scratched her cheek with his fingertips, and asked curiously: "Isn't it true? You are bleeding."

"..." Feng Tianjing reluctantly stood up, looked at him, and said with a blush, "I, I'm having my period."