Distressed Concubine

Chapter 16 Doubt

Bei Gongcheng was walking in the alley, when he suddenly stopped.

A wicked smile floated on the corner of his mouth under the black veil.

Did this woman start to doubt him so soon?

Turning around and looking back, in the alley behind him, a beautiful moon-white figure stood tall and graceful.

A few peach branches protruded from the courtyard wall beside her, and the pink petals were blooming to compete with each other. A gust of spring breeze passed by, blowing off a few petals, which swirled and landed on her shoulders.

She stood quietly under the flowers, the sun was shining on her face, and it was plated with a layer of pink gold.

Beautiful, like a painting handed down from generation to generation.

Bei Gongcheng never paid attention to these flashy appearances, but for the first time, his black eyes were deep and he was a little dazed.

She walked towards him step by step, and every step stepped on the tip of his heart.

Nalan Ruixue walked towards him slowly with her hands behind her back, but a silver bracelet fell out of her wide sleeves.

With a light break, a small curved thorn suddenly popped out from the inside.

But Bei Gongcheng seemed unaware of the coming danger, and still stood calmly with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, Bei Gongcheng raised his cold eyes, looked at the woman who was very close to him, grabbed her by the waist, turned quickly and walked into the back door of a small house.

There is some distance between the back door and the wall of the alley, just covering the figures of the two.

This is what he asked for!
She raised her plain hand back, and the sudden silver curved hook pierced his chest and heart. The shot was so precise that it was impossible to defend.

In the blink of an eye, Bei Gongcheng subconsciously blocked with his other arm.

But the sharp hook pierced through his sleeve robe easily, cutting into the flesh, and the bone was visible deep.

Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly soaking the entire sleeve robe.

After one blow, Nalan Ruixue didn't expect him to have such a quick reaction, and almost didn't think about it, she swung towards his heart again.

But how could Bei Gongcheng give her a second chance to hurt him?With a backhand clasp, her arm was firmly clasped in his palm.

Angrily, he leaned forward and squeezed Nalan Ruixue between his body and the door frame.

The instant awareness of defense made him quickly grab her other hand that was about to draw the knife.

He stopped her waist and completely clasped her in his arms.

The same intimate touch, his strong masculine breath made her angry heart feel a strange feeling.

She was about to backhand when she heard a clear female voice from the alley just now.

"Didn't I tell you to follow? I lost it after only a few steps?"

"Damn it, Miss Ruyi, please forgive me. Ms. Nalan is quite skilled in martial arts, and the villain doesn't dare to get too close. Seeing that she came in, she turned around and disappeared."

"Forget it, I guess I found you, let's go, be smarter some other day."

"Yes."

Two footsteps of different severity were heard gradually going away.

She was even more angry in her heart, he naturally didn't want to be seen by others, but if she was too clever, wouldn't she leave clues for others?
"Take your hands off!"

"What if I don't?"

As if despising her figure, he took another step forward.

A huge shadow completely enveloped her, forming a huge oppressive force.

At this moment, her back was completely against the brick wall, and the huge height difference made her so... petite.

Men in Nantong are generally not tall, and her figure is almost the same as that of ordinary men. This is the reason why she can always dress up as a man without being discovered.

But at this moment, his looking down made her aura less than half.

She raised her cold eyes, bursting out with a killing intent!
Although he was wearing a bamboo hat and a black gauze to cover his face.

But the light shining through the veil was even sharper, his black eyes were half-closed, and anger as cold as frost hit his face.

In March in Yangchun, the icy air seems to be freezing snow.

(End of this chapter)