140: Liu Nansheng, the source of all trouble

After Chen Li drove away, only a few people remained collapsed on the roadside.

Xiao Hei endured the sharp pain in his broken arm and staggered toward the White-Faced Butcher.

His glasses were shattered, and his pale, clean face was twisted in pain, completely lacking his usual composure.

“Boss, are you alright?”

Xiao Hei gritted his teeth and asked, “That kid is nothing like Li Weishan described... he completely screwed us over.”

The White-Faced Butcher struggled to prop himself up, cold sweat pouring down him with every movement.

A sinister look flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by fear: “Get to the Hospital first...”

His voice was hoarse but carried a chilling coldness. “That bastard Li Weishan dared to hide the opponent's true strength... Once my injuries heal, I'll make him pay.”

The group supported each other, limping toward the van.

Xiao Hei forced himself to start the engine, and the car slowly drove away into the night from the place where they suffered heavy losses, heading toward the Hospital.

When Chen Li pushed open the front door, only a warm yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room.

Liu Nansheng was curled up on the sofa with a laptop on her lap, and she immediately turned her head when she heard the door open.

“You're back?” Her eyes curved into crescents, and her voice held unconcealed joy.

Chen Li acknowledged her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

Liu Nansheng was wearing a pink, short-cut nightgown, the collar slightly open, outlining her full curves.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he quickly walked toward the bathroom to take a shower first.

The warm water washed over his body, but it couldn't wash away her image from his mind.

A moment later, Chen Li walked out, toweling his hair dry.

Liu Nansheng was still in her original position, concentrating on the screen.

Chen Li walked up to her and, under her surprised gaze, scooped her up.

“Oh—” Liu Nansheng let out a soft cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her beautiful eyes looking at him affectionately.

Chen Li didn't speak. He carried her straight to the bedroom, hooking the door shut with his foot... (800,000 words omitted here)

Six hours later, Chen Li looked at Liu Nansheng curled up beside him. A faint blush still colored her fair skin.

Her body was still trembling slightly, seemingly not having fully calmed down from the recent storm.

His gaze swept over the thoroughly soaked sheet, which was wrinkled and stuck to the mattress, silently testifying to the intensity of what had transpired.

Chen Li couldn't help but curse himself inwardly.

After the fight, the hostility lingering in him hadn't subsided, making him even more savage than usual when executing the Kun Character Formula.

His movements carried an irresistible force, as if he were venting all the lingering ruthlessness, causing the delicate girl to instinctively tense up.

Her faint whimpers were completely swallowed—this uncontrollable possessiveness only struck him with sudden realization afterward.

He quietly got up, went to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub with perfectly warm water.

Then he returned to the bedside, leaned down, and picked up Liu Nansheng with the gentlest movements possible.

She rested softly in his arms, seemingly lacking even the strength to open her eyes, only letting out a soft hum the moment he slowly placed her into the warm water.

After settling Liu Nansheng, Chen Li efficiently replaced the soaked sheet with a clean, fresh new one.

When he returned to the bathroom, Liu Nansheng was soaking in the hot water; her complexion had regained some redness, and her eyes were clearer.

He lifted her out of the water, carefully wrapped and dried her with a large, soft bath towel, and then carried her back to the refreshed bed, pulling her into his embrace.

“Nansheng, are you alright?” He lowered his head, his lips brushing her hair.

“Mm...” She shifted slightly in his arms, responding with a nasal sound.

After a moment of silence, she mumbled softly in a slightly hoarse and petulant voice, “What was wrong tonight... you made me so...”

She was too embarrassed to finish the sentence, instead burying her flushed face deeper into his chest.

Chen Li looked at her adorable, embarrassed, and annoyed expression, couldn't help but chuckle softly, and asked with a mischievous smile, “So... did you like it?”

Liu Nansheng balled her small fists, but in the end, she honestly responded in his arms, almost inaudibly, “Mhm... Of course I liked it...”

The night deepened. Chen Li tightened his arms, pulling the person in his embrace closer.

All the violence and restlessness finally settled down in this soft, warm embrace... Li Weishan paced back and forth in his room, occasionally raising his wrist to check his watch.

Time passed minute by minute, but there was still no news from the White-Faced Butcher's group, who were supposed to act today.

“Those pieces of trash...” He irritably ran a hand through his hair, his anxiety growing.

It was so long past the agreed-upon time. Had they not found an opportunity to strike, or... had they failed again?

The moment this thought appeared, it coiled around his heart like a poisonous snake.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. Having been defeated by Chen Li repeatedly, could this kid really be his nemesis?

He forced himself to calm down, but Liu Nansheng's image involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Ultimately, it was all the fault of that Femme Fatale. She possessed such a soul-stirring appearance, yet she was unattainable.

Li Weishan had played with so many women, but he had never encountered such a gem—her face was as pure as a descending fairy, yet her Figure was so provocative it was impossible to look away.

These days, he felt possessed, staring at the secretly taken photos for half a day at a time, losing his appetite even for meals.

He couldn't even bother looking at the dating messages sent by his former female companions—compared to her, those common beauties were utterly distasteful.

The longer the delay, the fiercer the wicked fire burned in his heart.

If he could really succeed, he would definitely lock that bitch up and make her taste his specialized methods.

Just like that female student he drugged and got his hands on before, he would make Liu Nansheng realize what it meant to wish for death... Thinking of this, a twisted, almost demonic smile appeared on his face, but the next second, he irritably kicked the coffee table.

“Damn it, what the hell is going on!”

He pulled out his phone and, with trembling fingers, dialed the White-Faced Butcher's number.