Net King Whale Fall

Sanada Ling tried to break away, but Keigo Atobe's hug was too tight and she couldn't move even half an inch.

As soon as Sanada Ling lowered her head, she saw Atobe Keigo's completely exposed fingers. The phalanges were stained with blood, and blood was oozing from the severe parts due to hard clenching. It looked quite miserable at first glance.

She had always thought that Keigo Atobe's hands were very beautiful. Even though he had been practicing tennis for many years, there were only some thick calluses on the fingertips. The phalanges were not deformed, especially the wrist bones, which were even more beautiful.

But now, because of Atobe Keigo's self-abuse mentality, he has tortured himself so much that he looks like a young master, and has become a sick man.

Sanada Ling took a breath and persuaded herself to calm down first, "Let go of me first. If you have any questions, we can talk face to face."

Atobe Keigo turned a deaf ear, "You want to leave me, you went to a place I'm not familiar with, and you want to leave me, don't let go, never let go."

The more she said, the more she went too far. Sanada Ling's eyebrows were beating fiercely. If she couldn't hold back and took action later, don't blame her for her bad temper.

"Calm down, I won't leave."

"This is my room. If you want to leave, you have to leave."

Atobe Keigo rubbed the side of her neck, "I won't leave."

The itching in her hair was insignificant, and Sanada Ling felt the unusual temperature of Atobe Keigo's body. Could it be that it was burning?

The persuasion had no effect. Sanada Ling's patience was exhausted, so she folded his arm and pulled it away. The moment he let go in pain, Sanada Ling turned around and struck the side of his neck with her palm.

Under Keigo Atobe's disbelieving gaze, Sanada Ling stretched out her hand to help the fainted person.

If you can't calm down effectively physically, you can only use physical methods, and Sanada Ling has no choice.

After helping the person to the bed, Sanada Ling could already see a patch of blood on her waist without untying her clothes. It should be that the previous action caused the wound to open again. Judging from the color of the blood, it shouldn't be serious.

Sanada Ling left the person here first and went out to find the bodyguard who had followed Atobe Keigo. Fortunately, the person did not leave and was standing in the corridor with a serious look on his face.

Sanada Ling waved, "Come here."

The bodyguard walked over quickly and said, "Miss Sanada." "Did he bring a change of clothes?"

Bodyguard: "I brought it with me. It's in the suitcase."

"Where's the medicine? Did you bring it?"

The bodyguard hesitated for a while. They were not allowed to say anything more about this medicine before the young master came again.

Sanada Ling frowned, "You didn't hear me, or you didn't bring it."

This is the young master's girlfriend, right, so it's understandable that the bodyguard selectively executes some small things, right?

"I've brought them all, I'll bring them over right now, please wait a moment."

The bodyguard called and went out. Within two minutes, another bodyguard came over with a suitcase, "Ms. Sanada, everything is here."

Sanada Ling glanced at him and asked smoothly, "How many days has it been since he was beaten?"

The bodyguard tried his best to regain his respect, "Young master is learning to fight, it will last about ten days."

Fighting, Sanada Ling just wanted to sneer, why didn't he lose his brain in fighting?

Seeing that Miss Sanada closed the door again, the bodyguard said quickly, "Young master has not eaten since last night and has not listened to our advice."

The movement of closing the door stopped, and the bodyguard quickly added, "If you have time, Miss Sanada, please give the young master a few words of advice. The young master will listen to you the most."

The wooden door closed, and the last three words overlapped on the door, "I got it."

Sanada Ling looked at the person lying on the bed again. He was so thin that the cheekbones on his face were bulging. No matter how handsome a person is, if he is so thin that he loses his appearance, he will have no temperament and will look sickly. look like.

Sanada Ling held his chin with one hand and turned it left and right. She thought to herself, how come he didn't commit suicide by committing suicide. (End of chapter)