The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me-Chapter 921: Lord Hero Is So Bad 43
Just kissing.
The partially closed door was pushed open.
"Young master, the doctor is here..."
Hong Ye stood at the door, a bit awkward.
Who could have thought Miss Su Yan was ill, yet the young master would still sneak a kiss?
Feng Rong’s kissing stopped.
Sitting by the bed.
"Come in."
The voice fell.
As if nothing had happened.
The doctor walked in, taking out a stethoscope.
Examined Su Yan thoroughly.
After three minutes, first looked up at Feng Rong and pondered.
Then said,
"Young master, it’s nothing major.
Probably due to previous injections, causing physical weakness.
Overwork caused low blood sugar, a good rest will do."
Feng Rong listened, looking at the doctor
"Drug injections?"
"Yes, uh, a drug that causes prolonged weakness and soreness."
After speaking, the doctor glanced at Su Yan again.
Hesitated and said,
"The symptoms of this young lady are similar to the symptoms of several young ladies whom Chairman Feng had previously asked me to see."
Feng Rong listened, nodded.
"Hong Ye, see the guest out." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Yes."
The doctor also took his medical box and left.
Feng Rong looked at Su Yan, his gaze dark and light, silent for a while.
Su Yan supported herself on the bed and sat up.
She glanced at the clock; the hands were about to point to nine.
Thought for a while.
If she walked back home from here, it would be midnight when she arrived.
As she was thinking, Feng Rong picked up the glass by the bedside and put it to her lips.
"Drink water."
Su Yan glanced at the glass, paused.
Her hand clutched the corner of the blanket.
"I don’t have money to give you anymore."
Feng Rong’s dark eyes glanced at her gently.
The glass pressed against her lips.
"Drink."
Su Yan opened her mouth and obediently drank the water.
As soon as she finished drinking, Feng Rong lifted her chin and proceeded to kiss her.
"Mm..."
In an instant, the moment she sat up, she was pressed back onto the bed.
Su Yan resisted.
Her resistance provoked him to kiss even more fiercely.
After a long time, Feng Rong released her lips.
His voice deep and tempting.
"Between me and the person who gave you gifts, who do you prefer?"
Su Yan blinked, her eyes dewy.
"Which person?"
For a moment, she didn’t react.
Feng Rong curved his lips with a smile.
"Could it be you’ve sent love letters to many people?"
His voice was playful, seemingly not angry.
Of course, that’s just how it seemed.
Su Yan remembered, looking up at him.
"You have no evidence that I wrote him a love letter."
Feng Rong raised an eyebrow.
Then, heard Su Yan continue.
"Moreover, you have no standing to question me about this."
Feng Rong laughed.
His thin lips curled up with a hint of chill.
"No standing? How can you always say things that make me angry?"
Su Yan held the blanket, lowered her head, her voice very small,
"You said we have no relationship."
Why blame her for making him angry?
Her voice was small, but Feng Rong was so close, he heard her.
He said that? When did he say such a thing?
But soon, Su Yan counted on her fingers and spoke words one by one.
"Since you don’t like me, I don’t like to force things. We can then sort things out..."
Before she finished, he kissed her lips again.
This kiss was especially domineering, confining her to the corner of the bed, with one hand pressing on her shoulder so she couldn’t run anywhere.
During this kiss, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly intense.
After a long time, heard Feng Rong say,
"You’re just sure I won’t dare to do anything to you, aren’t you?"
