Ming Zheng left without any lingering feelings or hesitation, her departure clean and swift.
After exiting the hospital room,
When she could no longer hear Ming Zhi Rou's feigned crying, the Ming family's enraged curses directed at Ming Zheng, and their gentle reassurances to Ming Zhi Rou.
Ming Zheng felt an immense sense of relief in both body and soul.
The air even seemed sweet and refreshing.
This exhilaration, this freedom, was a release of her spirit, a liberation from her own obsessions.
However, before indulging in this deep, soul-stirring pleasure and exhilaration,
She first needed to clean the sticky blood from her face.
The sticky mess smeared on her face was quite uncomfortable.
Moreover, she had been observed by too many people on her way here.
She searched around and finally found a restroom.
But, about tens of meters away from the restroom, her footsteps paused slightly.
Her peripheral vision swept across the surroundings.
The restroom on this floor was located at the corner of the corridor's end.
As she approached,
She keenly felt the gazes of the passing patients, nurses, or family members...
Their eyes were all fixed on her.
A faint aura of danger permeated the air.
Ming Zheng narrowed her long, dark eyes slightly.
From the nearby atmosphere and footsteps, she could tell that these people... were not ordinary.
However, their target should not be her.
Then the target must be... the person in the restroom?
This was truly troublesome.
But, going to another floor to find another restroom seemed even more troublesome.
Especially with her face smeared with blood like this.
Hesitating between troublesome and more troublesome,
Ming Zheng took a deep breath and walked towards the women's restroom.
Just as she reached the entrance,
The killing intent from behind her intensified.
That group of people also took a step closer in her direction.
Ming Zheng ignored them and entered the restroom directly.
Looking at her own unrecognizable face in the mirror, she herself could barely stand to look.
How had such a face, capable of toppling cities and enchanting nations, been so ruined?
Ming Zheng scooped up water and splashed it directly onto her face.
The cool water stung the wound on her forehead.
She casually rubbed it, washing away the blood clots solidified around the wound.
As she straightened up, about to pull her clothes to haphazardly dry her face,
A faint, elegant, and cool fragrance wafted from behind her.
The next moment, her mouth was covered by a hand.
A burning hot body pressed against hers.
Warm, scorching breath also escaped due to the close proximity, seeping into her skin.
The air was faintly mingled with a hint of blood.
Was this the target of those people outside?
The person was injured, yet they still didn't dare to enter and apprehend them directly?
A bunch of incompetents.
If these were people from the "Mo Sect," she would have them all kicked out.
Ming Zheng lowered her eyes slightly, her raven-like long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyelids.
Her dark pupils reflected a pair of long, slender, fair, and exquisitely beautiful hands.
These hands were definitely a pair that would satisfy any hand-lover.
Each finger was clearly defined by its bone structure, exuding a luminous sheen, as if enticing one to bite them.
Further up,
The reflection in the mirror showed a tall and elegant figure.
He was leaning over, close to her ear, revealing only half of his profile.
His skin was very fair, and his deep, ink-like eyes were as unfathomable as obsidian.
Slender eyelashes, and half of a lip stained with traces of blood.
Even with just a profile, he possessed an extreme, cold, and unparalleled beauty, let alone his full face and how soul-stirring it would be.
However...
Ming Zheng, whose heart was sealed and love locked away, thought: "Brother, this is the women's restroom! No matter how good-looking you are, you can't be a pervert!"
Then, with a calm expression, she directly raised her hand—
She grabbed the slender hand covering her mouth.
With her other hand, she struck out at the person behind her.
Her offensive was extremely swift and utterly unexpected.
The person behind her reacted just as quickly.
Upon sensing her counterattack, he immediately tried to grab her wrist again.
Back and forth they went.
They exchanged blows for over a dozen rounds.
A hint of surprise flashed across Ming Zheng's beautiful eyes.
In this world, very few people could match her in a fight.
Although she wasn't fighting seriously now, merely retaliating casually.
This man, however, was injured, and not lightly.
This man had something, but not much.
In their final exchange, the man's extremely beautiful, slender hands clasped her wrist, preparing to press down and restrain her.
Ming Zheng originally intended to use his force to counter-grip his hand.
She then flicked her head.
Her wet long hair directly slapped the man's face.
With a loud "slap," it was quite resonant.
Both of them paused their actions slightly.
Then their eyes met, and they stared at each other.
Neither likely expected such a move.
But, in the moment their eyes met,
The man's pupils suddenly constricted. A fleeting moment of astonishment appeared on his face, which was as stunning as a god's.
His obsidian-like eyes were fixed on Ming Zheng, unblinking.
Within his gaze, a turbulent, dark storm seemed to be brewing.
Complex emotions were almost breaking through his reason.
It was at this moment,
With a "bang,"
The man's body was pulled by a strong force, reversing his direction with Ming Zheng.
He was pressed against the washbasin.
His back pressed against the mirror behind him, chilling to the bone.
Ming Zheng, with one hand at his neck, leaned in slightly.
Her wet long hair fell onto the man, water droplets from the ends soaking through his clothes.
The man, pinned against the washbasin in this pose, showed no intention of struggling, allowing her to press him down.
A rich fragrance lingered in his nostrils. He stared at her intently, almost greedily, without blinking an eye.
Ming Zheng freed one hand and touched her wet face.
Had the blood still stuck to her face not been completely washed off, scaring the person?
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her crimson lips curving into a subtle, alluring smile: "I have no interest in your faction's disputes, nor do I wish to get involved. I just want to wash my face, and I'll leave once I'm done."
"So, I'll let you go, you behave, understand?"
The complex emotions churned in the man's dark eyes, but he nodded obediently.
Ming Zheng tentatively released her grip, but her gaze remained locked on him. If he made any rash moves, she would directly push his head into the washbasin.
However, the man was indeed very well-behaved.
She didn't sense any danger from him anymore.
In fact, as she turned back to the mirror to wipe the blood from her forehead,
The man produced a pack of tissues from somewhere and handed them to her.
Fine.
This was truly obedient.
Ming Zheng had always liked well-behaved beauties.
This man's every feature aligned with her aesthetic.
His disposition was also quite obedient.
This was a truly high-quality man.
It was a pity... he was too complicated.
Likely to attract trouble.
Ming Zheng wiped her face clean, checked herself in the mirror from side to side, and confirmed that she had wiped off all the blood.
Then she turned to leave.
Clean and straightforward.
She didn't even glance back at the obedient beauty with the world-shattering good looks.
As she took a step,
Her wrist was caught by the man.
She curved her lips into a smile: "No need to ask for my help, there's a lot of trouble outside, you can handle it yourself..."
The man truly said nothing more.
Before the word "handle" could fully escape her lips,
His tall, bamboo-like slender body leaned forward, falling directly into her arms.
Ming Zheng: "?"