Chapter 6 Take It That I Had sTaken Your Servicess! (1/2)

”There's a problem!” The next day, at around five thirty in the morning, Liu Feng, who was lying on the large soft bed opened his eyes lazily. His hearing was exceedingly sharp—the shattering of the glassware was clearly coming from the room opposite, and he even heard it.

Following which, Liu Feng only used less than five seconds to change into his new clothes. He walked quickly to the front of the door, pulled open the room door and rushed out. In this process, Liu Feng almost did not utter any noise.

This time, Liu Feng stood in front of Yang Shiwen's door, his left ear faintly twitching twice, and he then conveniently taking out needles one by one and jamming them into the keyhole.

Ka!

An extremely faint spring lock rang out and following which, a silhouette darted out; Liu Feng entered Yang Shiwen's room.

Yesterday, the window glass that had been shattered by the bullet had already been replaced with a new one. A thick curtain blocked the sunlight filtering from outside the room. This time, Yang Shiwen was still standing in front of the wardrobe; finding her clothes and scolding at the same time. ”Stupid Liu Feng, Smelly Liu Feng! Treating my sickness, heh! Yesterday, he actually dared to punch my chest, causing me to pee my bed; after peeing my bed, he didn't let me come up from the bed and I had to lie in bed to rest—this big b*stard deserves to die!”

D*mn it!

Once Liu Feng entered, he heard Yang Shiwen scolding him. This time, Yang Shiwen had actually not worn her clothes...

Her wet hair draped her back, her naked and wet shoulders and rounded buttocks still hung a few beads of crystal water that had not dried up. Her smooth arm reached into the wardrobe and rummaged without stopping, coincidentally covering up her two proud peaks. Her two extremely long legs were gleaming with white light in the dimly lighted room. Seeing this figure, this Miss Yang looked like she had just finished taking a shower.

Half a meter within Yang Shiwen's left leg, there was a small heap of water glasses scattered behind. However, some fine and small glass remains had pierced her legs and because of this, when Yang Shiwen was rummaging through her clothes, she still raised her leg and shook it—this movement was simply a little too alluring!

The most important thing was, because Yang Shiwen's side was facing Liu Feng, added that Liu Feng's movements were too light, Yang Shiwen completely did not discover that there was another person in the room.

”Stupid Liu Feng, you treated my illness; everyone should be congratulating you but I, Miss Yang, will distinguish my hatred from kindness. You caused me to embarrass myself by wetting my bed, and this matter is not finished. Be my personal bodyguard; see how this Miss will torment you to death.” Liu Shiwen finished wearing a body of pink pleated skirt, pouting her mouth and still puffing.

“Cough, cough! I say Shiwen sister, it's important to have a conscience as a person!” Liu Feng had wanted to leave quietly but seeing Miss Yang having such deep feeling for him, he felt he had to explain himself.

Ah!

But following which, Yang Shiwen's sharp shriek almost pierced Liu Feng's diaphragm.

”B*stard, who are you? Who let you in? When did you come in?” Yang Shiwen's flushed face seemed like it could ooze blood, her two hands tightly clutching the side of the wardrobe. She couldn't wait to stuff herself into the wardrobe.

Yesterday night, when Liu Feng was treating Yang Shiwen's illness, Yang Shiwen was actually conscious, only because she got poisoned, she was in a coma and could not open her eyes. Hence, she knew Liu Feng, but could not recognize him.

Liu Feng was also a little awkward but because he had a thick skin, he said, laughing, ”I'm that Liu Feng who you have been muttering non-stop; just now I heard a sound from your room—you should know that. I'm now your personal bodyguard. To ensure your safety, I'm here.”

”I asked you when did you come in? What did you see?” Yang Shiwen's pair of lovely moving eyes had watered up with water vapor; if eyes could kill, Yang Feng could have become a corpse.

Liu Feng said, ”Don't worry, I assure that I won't talk about what I had seen.”

”Hooligan, b*stard! Liu Feng, you deserve to die! Get out.” Yang Shiwen took up the pillow from her bed conveniently and flung it at Liu Feng.

Liu Feng raised his hand and caught the pillow... eh!

Just when Yang Shiwen was taking out another two sets of clothing from the wardrobe to throw it at Liu Feng, he suddenly waved his hand. ”Stop the ruckus. If you are to get violent again, you'll have to worry if I hit your buttocks.”