the knife of love

Chapter 4 Borrowing a scarf, luggage stolen
"It's tied up!" The man said suddenly, Tang Jingcheng's gaze was still fixed on his heaving chest.

More than half an hour later, the town's ambulance and police car finally arrived. The scene was already in chaos. Doctors and nurses treated the wounded, and the police helped clean up the scene.

Tang Jingcheng was already squatting on the side of the road throwing up his stomach, and when he was about to stand up, he heard someone talking behind him.

"Do you have blood sickness?"

She turned around and saw that the man who had treated the wounded just now was standing behind her, but he had already put on a leather jacket, and the black vest was still inside. The cotton fabric was close to the chest muscles, with a clear sense of lines.

The corner of Tang Jingcheng's mouth twitched, his face was pale, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Thank you for lending me the scarf." It seems that this man is pretty good at telling nonsense with his eyes open.

Tang Jingcheng couldn't help frowning, is that called "borrowing"?It is clearly a robbery!
But she didn't bother to answer, turned around and walked across the road, and just a few steps away, she heard the man shouting behind her.

"Hi, my name is Guan Lue!"

This time Tang Jingcheng slipped even faster.

Damn, do they know each other well?She didn't want to know his name!
It took almost two hours for the mountain road to clear up again. As the dusk gradually closed, tourists got on the minibus one after another. Tang Jingcheng still walked habitually to the last row, but when he got to the position, he found something was wrong.

The backpack she was carrying her luggage in was gone, and the front and back seats were turned over, still nothing!

It's so hot, someone actually took her luggage, a change of clothes, a wallet, and the medicine she had to take every day while she was getting out of the car. There was nothing left.

Fortunately, the other nylon bag she kept on the luggage rack was still there, and it contained the most important things to her.

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It was almost nine o'clock when the minibus arrived in the town. The tourists were all staying in different hotels, and everyone dispersed after getting off the bus.

Tang Jingcheng sat on the roadside steps with the nylon bag in his arms.

This trip to Yunnan was an instant trip, and she didn't book accommodation in advance, not to mention that she was penniless at this time, where else could she go?

"Did you really lose your luggage?"

When Tang Jingcheng raised his head, Guan Lue had already walked in front of her, carrying his bag in one hand and putting the other in his trouser pocket. His gloating tone was really disgusting, but Tang Jingcheng never showed any emotion, He just raised his eyebrows a little, but didn't make a sound.

Guan smiled slightly: "Okay, come with me."

Tang Jingcheng remained silent, still sitting on the steps with his nylon bag in his arms.

Guan took a few steps and turned back.

Tang Jingcheng dawdled on the steps for a while, but finally followed.

She chased Guan Lue's back for most of the street. In fact, she hated this feeling, not because she was afraid of what he would do to her, but because she simply hated being dependent on a stranger, and he was still a strange man.

The two of them didn't speak a word along the way, Tang Jingcheng stepped on Guan Lue's shadow cast on the ground and walked forward.

The wind was getting stronger at night, her clothes were thin and her scarf was gone, so she couldn't help sneezing.

"Are you cold?" Guan Lue, who had been walking in front, suddenly turned around, and Tang Jingcheng threw himself into his arms unprepared.

Only then did she realize that this man was very tall. With her height of 1.6 meters [-], she was considered short among women, but at this moment her face could only touch the man's chest.

He was still wearing the black leather jacket, with stiff blood stains mixed with the cold leather smell, but his chest was warm, and Tang Jingcheng could feel the tough muscle texture on it.

For a moment, her mouth was dry, and she raised her face and stared at Guan slightly.

I have to admit that this man's facial features are very good, especially the chin, which is well-defined and has a faint edge in the middle.

Tang Jingcheng once read in a book that if a man has a ridge on his chin, it means that he is more sexually active.

(End of this chapter)