I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 682: The Hunter and the Prey

For a hunter who is used to playing with people's hearts, he can see the prey's thoughts at a glance.

To Zhou Yanheng, Shen Mianzhi has always been an existence that is neither tasty to eat nor a pity to throw away. Therefore, as a hunter, he is arrogant towards such an existence. Therefore, even when deliberately luring Shen Mianzhi, Zhou Yanheng looks down on her with a condescending attitude.

It's not his fault, because he is very good at playing this kind of game. In most cases, he doesn't need to say much. Just smile or wave his finger, and the prey will come to him one after another.

Originally, because of Jiang Huashan, he didn't want to provoke Shen Mianzhi, but now he has changed his mind. It seems quite interesting to treat the Shen family like dogs.

The air around suddenly became sticky.

Shen Mianzhi never thought that she would feel a sense of weightlessness and her heartbeat would become disordered because of a deliberately seductive look.

Her face burned so much that she barely had time to think before blurting out, "Brother Heng, don't worry. My grandfather will definitely find a way. We will definitely be rescued."

The curve of Zhou Yanheng's thin lips was just right, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with naked temptation and amusement.

"Really? But my legs seem to be broken. What if those people find this place first..."

"Don't worry." Shen Mianzhi interrupted him hurriedly, "I won't abandon you."

After saying that, his face burned even more.

"is it?"

Zhou Yanheng smiled. His bones were sharp and aggressive, but when he smiled, there was an indistinguishable gentleness in it. This contradiction made him look both dangerous and seductive.

Shen Mianzhi didn't dare to look up at his eyes. She stared at his legs and whispered, "These wounds need to be treated, otherwise they will worsen and I'm afraid my legs will really be lost."

Zhou Yanheng turned his head and looked towards the corner.

Shen Mianzhi followed his gaze and discovered a simple watering area in an inconspicuous corner. Something was faintly swaying among the leaves of various sizes. Shen Mianzhi understood instantly and ran forward to pick up one of the folded leaves.

"Brother Heng, did you collect this?"

Zhou Yanheng nodded, "Drink some water first."

Shen Mianzhi licked the cracked corner of his mouth, collected all the water from the other leaves, and quickly ran to squat in front of Zhou Yanheng. "I'm not thirsty. It must have taken you so long to collect water. I'll rinse your wound first, otherwise it will get infected and cause trouble."

Zhou Yanheng's eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "You drink first."

Shen Mianzhi was slightly stunned. She lowered her head and took a sip of the leaf in her hand, then looked up at him, "Alright."

Zhou Yanheng turned his gaze away.

Shen Mianzhi hesitated for a moment and then took the initiative to say, "The wound on your shoulder is difficult to wash. Can I help you with it?"

"Thank you for your help." Zhou Yanheng regained his composure in an instant.

Shen Mianzhi shook her head, stood up and walked around behind him, her fingertips lightly brushing his shoulders, "Brother Heng, take off your clothes."

Zhou Yanheng lowered his eyebrows, his expression unclear, "I don't have the strength."

Shen Mianzhi's face burned even more, his eyes darting around, and he said sullenly, "Then... I'll help you."

Zhou Yanheng curled the corners of his mouth and hummed softly.

Shen Mianzhi stood up carefully, and put her arms around him from behind. With trembling fingertips, she finally unbuttoned three buttons with great difficulty. The process was even tiring. She tried hard to avoid physical contact, but her fingertips and soft flesh would always accidentally rub against each other out of control.

During the entire process, Zhou Yanheng showed no reaction and remained motionless like a wooden sculpture.

By the fourth button, Shen Mianzhi was almost touching his back, with a brief contact and then a quick separation.

"Brother Heng, the wound is stuck to the fabric. It might be a little painful. Please bear with it."

She put her fingertips into the lapels and gently pulled the lapels on both sides to take them off. During this time, her eyes casually swept over Zhou Yanheng's drooping right arm, and saw a branch placed on a pile of dead leaves. She paused for a moment and picked up the leaves on the ground as if nothing had happened.

After treating the wound, she naturally bent down and picked up the sharp branch beside Zhou Yanheng.

Zhou Yanheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her calmly. Shen Mianzhi smiled, picked up the hanging sleeve, and cut a hole in it with a snap.

Shen Mianzhi tore off a piece of cloth, lifted Zhou Yanheng's arm, and bandaged the wound with skillful movements.

Zhou Yanheng glanced at the sharp branch she had thrown on the ground, and the smile in his eyes became more inquiring. "Are you good at treating gunshot wounds?"

"Not only gunshot wounds, but knife wounds as well. I can sew them up, but I don't have the tools right now, so I can only make do with it for now."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked around to Zhou Yanheng, kneeling beside his thigh and tearing off a few pieces of cloth to bandage the wound on his thigh. This area was a bit sensitive, so she was careful to avoid touching it as much as possible.

But the other leg was difficult to operate. Shen Mianzhi deliberately avoided it but failed to control the strength for a moment, and his body fell directly and pounced on Zhou Yanheng.

"..."

Faced with the sudden embrace, Zhou Yanheng did not hide, but looked at the person in his arms with lowered eyelids and expressionless face.

Shen Mianzhi was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of panic, and he hurriedly steadied himself and sat up.

In the deep forest at night, a man and a woman are alone, and under the stimulation of some strange hormones, the atmosphere is ambiguous and surging.

Shen Mianzhi tried to calm himself down, looked around, and deliberately changed the subject.

"Brother Heng, how did you manage to escape here when your injuries were so severe?"

A dark current flashed across Zhou Yanheng's eyes.

Shen Mianzhi seemed oblivious, her innocent little eyes filled with admiration. "I thought I was amazing just to escape, but I didn't expect you, Brother Heng, to be even more amazing! It's simply a miracle."