Chapter 147 - A Whiff of His Prey (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After quickly taking care of the wound on one hand, Yun Xi raised her head and reached out to pull over his other hand.

Her eyes were clear, and there was a stubborn expression on her delicately featured youthful face.

Looking up at him, she resembled Bambi taking care of a hunter.

In his world, women were all promiscuous b.i.t.c.hes.

They were obviously afraid of him, but l.u.s.ted after him nonetheless.

For the sake of money and power, they used all means available to climb into his bed.

He always found their fearful and greedy faces both disgusting and dirty when he looked at them.

But the little girl in front of him seemed so pure that he felt his soul stir.

At the age of 17 or 18, she had the vivaciousness of a young girl, but she also had an intelligence that seemed beyond her years.

If it had been anyone else, just one look from him would have been enough to scare them away, but she’d actually had the courage to approach him. How interesting!

Moreover, this girl handled his wounds with skill and speed, so she obviously wasn’t a novice.

Such a beautiful little thing had broken into his hunting range. He only vaguely had gotten a whiff of his prey…

After bandaging the wound on his hand, she stood up and put a cartoon Band-Aid on his forehead.

As she stood up, she could clearly see the man glaring at the cartoon Band-Aid in her hand with disgust.

She didn’t care whether he liked it or not, and she pressed it directly onto his forehead.

“That’s it. Don’t get any water on the wound for the next two days.”

Then she turned around and stuffed the remaining Band-Aids into the pocket on the chest of his s.h.i.+rt. “These are for you.”

Feng Yang touched the stupid Band-Aid on his forehead, then c.o.c.ked his head and stared at the figure of the girl who had returned to her own seat and was reading.

This girl didn’t want to talk to him or ask him for thanks. She seemed rather cold and proud.

The sunlight outside the bus window fell on her, and she seemed to glow with a faint golden light.

She appeared calm and quiet. Her features were delicate and small, and her entire being exuded youthfulness.

Unlike his dark world, her world seemed bright.

That warm source of light gave him a sense of longing.